SVEN (Incubus Story.02)

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SUMMARY:

A novella, in which an incubus makes it his mission to rectify a teen starlet’s first sexual mis-encounter.

Included in the Naked Heat anthology (incubus/succubus stories).

* Jess's brand of 'paranormal fiction' tends to be more complex/spiritual > commercial (lots of ground to cover!). The focus is on the story, not romantic/erotic fluff.

NOTE: If you purchased a copy of Sven before April 2012, please email Jess for the expanded version :)

GENRE: Paranormal/Occult | 26,000 words (expanded version)

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REVIEW:

“…the author really hits her stride in paranormal stories.”
– Review @ Bitten By Books

* SVEN enters Amazon.co.uk Bestseller List!
#27 in Books > Fiction > Romance > Gothic
#31 in Books > Fantasy > Short Stories
#52 in Kindle Store > Books > Fiction > Fantasy > Contemporary | Aug 2011

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MEDIA MENTIONS:

Interview with Pavarti K. Tyler
(fun interview, especially the last section)

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EXCERPT:

Sven was right up at the edge of Chelsea Church’s bed. He knew all her secrets—he’d been watching the Teen Queen for a while, since a couple of years ago, during his earliest days as an incubus. She had been through so much—so, so, much—and her demons were catching up with her.

Chelsea was a teen pop singing sensation, a young, slim but curvy, fresh-faced reddish-brunette that had inherited the best genes from each of her parents. One couldn’t find a sweeter eighteen-year-old.

Chelsea rocketed to stardom after a music executive discovered her YouTube channel, of her dancing to and singing other people’s songs in cover versions. A production committee penned the ballads of teen love for her first two albums. She had a flurry of BillBoard Top 10 hits, was earning her own keep at sixteen, driving a $100,000 Mercedes at seventeen, and was the spokesperson for a major international cosmetic brand. She was famous.famous.famous, filthy rich and famous. She was the ultimate teen starlet others could only dream of being.

She had been packaged ever since she appeared on the scene, as the wholesome, innocent girl-next-door. Her estranged parents were in on it too, each struggling to cash in more on their daughter’s every perfect move and pretty pose.

But she couldn’t be a slut, even if she wanted to—which a small part of her truly did—and she knew it. She was trapped in the manufactured image the whole world expected of her.

Sven considered himself a man-slut. He was entitled to be one, as an incubus which fed on the sexual energy of mortals while they were asleep at night. He’d have his fair share of sampling the female populace whether he was a human or an incubus. But a guy could do that, and it’d be okay, whereas a girl who dated two boyfriends at once would be labeled a whore.

Sexist, much? he’d always thought.

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