Series: Frostbite, Book 2
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
ISBN: 9781475294729
Original Publication Date: April 10, 2012


Tess Jennings, now a member of the Memphis Police Department, is on her first cold case. The suspected suicide of Lizbeth Knapp ten years ago isn’t a theory her family accepts—they believe she was murdered.

But the case is only one of Tess’s worries. Ghosts are talking, and word of her abilities rapidly spreads. A dark ghost is terrifying the spirits of Memphis, and she must force the entity to cross over.

Tess doesn’t have to do this alone. Not only does she have her ghost-lover, Kipp McGowen, but the department has brought in a medium. Dane Wolfe might answer all her questions, but he also brings a world of trouble. Will Tess finally have all she’s ever wanted, or will everything she’s vowed to protect be ripped away?



“Demonically Tempted has the best combo of love, suspense, magic and humor – one that gripped me from the first page until I reluctantly turned the last page.” —Joyfully Reviewed (Recommended Read)

“Demonically Tempted has the perfect mix of the paranormal, romance and humor that leaves you hungry for more. With plenty of twists and turns and shocking revelations, this sequel is sure to make you a fan of Ms. Kennedy’s work for all time!” —Romancing the Darkside

“Stacey Kennedy has done it again. Demonically Tempted dove deeper into the world of the supernatural and it only added to the depth of Tess and Kipp’s story. I enjoyed this book on many levels. The characters and their relationships are becoming more defined and you cannot help but love every one of them. The plot flowed fluidly and with purpose, and even with the damn cliffhanger I couldn’t help by thoroughly enjoy this book. I truly love everything about this book and series in general. Something about the personalities and humor draws me in and keeps me flippin though the virtual pages! The ending may have made me stomp around and cuss for a bit, but only in anticipation of what is to come next!!!” —Booked and Loaded

“Looking for a great urban fantasy, a tragic love story, great mystery,a sexy ghost, jaw dropping moments and a book that will have you flipping the pages as fast as you can? Well your wait is over go get your copy of Demonically Tempted now!” —Awesomesauce Book Club

“I HIGHLY recommend this series. If you haven’t started it yet, go out and get Supernaturally Kissed today. You will fall in love with Kipp and Tess….really, I think you’re going to love them too!!!”—Smitten with Reading

“This book is full of suspense, magic, adventure, and romance. Tess is such a strong female character, even though she is scared out of her mind on certain things…but who wouldn’t be scared of dealing with a killer in a prison?

I recommend this book to anyone who loves paranormal romance, loves ghosts…and loves some humor/sarcasm with their book. Can Fall hurry up and get here so I can find out what is going to happen between Tess and Kipp?”—Book Lovin’ Mamas


The old farmhouse had seen better days. Not only could it use a coat of paint, but it also needed a dose of love. Dry, brown grass surrounded the home, and the only flowers topped four-foot high weeds.

I glanced next to me at Zach—a cop with the Memphis P.D.—and crinkled my nose. “Someone actually lives here?”

His blue eyes met mine and he ran a hand through his blond, stylish hair and shrugged. “Max said the victim’s sister still resides in the home where the death happened.”

As he lowered his arm, he cringed, and I winced at the memory. Heck, only weeks ago he’d been stabbed and shot in the shoulder.

The man who caused Zach’s injury got it worse—by my very hand, no less—but I was glad Hannah Reid’s murderer hadn’t returned to haunt me.

I might have suffered some serious remorse. That is, if I didn’t believe God wouldn’t punish me because I killed a murderer. Brody would’ve done the same to me if I hadn’t gotten to him first. I tried my best to stick with that theory. It saved me from the lingering guilt I might—and would never admit to—have for taking a life.

Sure, there was an internal investigation through the police department, and I had been questioned until my voice went scratchy. But in the end, the shooting had been declared self-defense, and I was perfectly happy with that. Or so I told myself every day until I finally believed it.

Besides, the cops that I now worked alongside had my back throughout the investigation, and nothing would change that. We’d grown close through the time spent during the Reid case, and even closer in the weeks that followed.

“I’m going to see if Lizbeth is out here somewhere,” Kipp—a ghost, and my lover—said, dragging me from my thoughts.

Yes, our relationship was complicated and it’s insanely sick that I’m in love with a ghost, but I wasn’t about to fight my heart’s desire.

“If you find her, then come tell us, immediately. The less time I have to spend in that house, the better.” Scummy houses and me didn’t mesh well. I like cleanliness and hate spiders.

“He’s going off on his own then?” Zach asked.

As of late, Zach had caught on to our conversations better. Seeing that I was the only lucky one—or not so lucky as I viewed it—who could hear ghosts’ communication was annoying, at best.

Maybe I gave more descriptions in my answers than I normally did, or maybe he’d gotten used to having to fill in the blanks. Whatever it was, I appreciated the ease of our conversations now. The back and forth got on my last nerve.

As Kipp strode away, I stared at his scrumptious ass filling his dark blue jeans. The man might be a ghost, but he was sex packaged into muscular goodness.

One of his eyes was chocolate brown, while the other was crystal blue, and he had untidy brown hair that no matter how messy only made him look more attractive. And he was all mine.

I blinked, pulling myself away from my ogling, and frowned at Zach. “Ready?”

His gaze danced with laughter, yet a smile never appeared. “For someone who accepted a job with the department, you would think you’d hold more excitement.”

“Just because I can officially call myself part of the police department—which is absurd, by the way—doesn’t mean I still don’t have hesitations.”