Today I’m thrilled to have Katherine McIntyre on the blog to spotlight her new release with Evernight Publishing, Captivating Melody! I’ve known Kat for years, and she’s an exceptionally gifted author of many different genres. Check it out, and enjoy!
Cross a satyr, a siren, and an incubus with rock and roll, and you get Discord’s Desire, a band of panty-dropping hellions whose live shows incite orgies. As booking manager, Liz O’Brien has the monumental task of keeping the boys in line. She’s resistant to glamour of the fae and fame variety, which only makes her more tempting to lead singer, Kieran Blackmore. With his incubus charms, he could have any girl he wants—except Liz, who’s determined to stay professional.
However, when Kieran’s brother sends hitmen after the band, Liz discovers hunters with her abilities who are mortal enemies of the fae. Mercenaries might attack post-show, but Liz has her Beretta to handle that. What terrifies her more than any monster is how she’s falling for Kieran, which triggers every ‘run-away’ sensor in her foster kid handbook. With war brewing between the hunters and the fae, their love can only end in heartbreak.
“So, what, is all this dramatic bullshit a result of your brother being unable to pick up the phone and make a call?” Liz joked, nudging his leg with her boot.
Kieran snorted. “Sadly, that sounds too much like them.” He stared at the sky before them, memories floating in like the lavender clouds crowding the moon. His throat dried, causing him to swallow. He didn’t want to remember the cries of the humans they’d kept in closets to feed from or the balls they’d dragged him to as a kid where he watched the true monsters hide behind masks of politeness. Years might make the memories easier to avoid, but every time he recalled the disappointment in their eyes, the phrase ‘failure of the family’ sliced into him fresh.
Until he’d formed Discord’s Desire, he hadn’t understood what being part of a real family meant. Where people gave a shit about what happened to you, not what you meant to their social currency. The guys had provided the home he’d never known.
She nudged at him with her boot again. “No getting all gloomy on me. The nickname narrows it down, so we’ll hit up your brother and tell him to back the fuck off. Case closed.”
A bitter smile hit his lips. “My brother will deny any accusations. My kind are talented at twisting the truth. Unless we caught him in the act with solid proof, the Courts wouldn’t lift a finger. Not much different from your human law enforcement.” He leaned his head against the side of the RV and stared up.
“Not my human anything,” she murmured, staring at her hands. The sadness in her voice, a brief gasp of vulnerability she didn’t share with any of them snared him at once. “I’m not human, I’m not fae, and my own kind—whoever they may be, haven’t come to claim me.” Even though bitterness edged her tone, he caught the sheer agony beneath those words and understood how it felt to always be on the outside.
“You belong here, with us,” he said, his voice deepening with his conviction. Her hazel eyes softened for a moment as she looked at him, and for a moment he saw the Liz O’Brien residing behind all the snarky comments.
Katherine McIntyre is a feisty chick with a big attitude despite her short stature. She writes stories featuring snarky women, ragtag crews, and men with bad attitudes—high chance for a passionate speech thrown into the mix. As an eternal geek and tomboy who’s always stepped to her own beat, she’s made it her mission to write stories that represent the broad spectrum of people out there, from different cultures and races to all varieties of men and women. Easily distracted by cats and sugar.