...I took a little personality test. What's this all about? I'll tell ya. My kids went and saw the Golden Compass before Christmas and I decided to take the daemon quiz thingy to see what daemon I have.
The results? It seems my daemon is a spider. I don't like spiders.
Jasmyne Vaughn’s mother has--once again--vanished into the dark world of drug addiction, or so Jasmyne assumes. Until a call in the middle of the night sparks a frantic search in places so depraved Jasmyne couldn’t have imagined them in her worst nightmares. But before she can find her mother, and recover the package her mom has stolen, Jasmyne is kidnapped by two powerful strangers.
Sons of the Twilight Asher Pryce and Draven Falk have their own problems. Asher is desperate to reclaim what has been taken from him. And Draven has learned his conflicting loyalties are going to cost a number of people--Asher included--a dear price. And then there’s the desperate hunger that has driven them both to near death. Propelled by honor, duty and love, the three spend their nights searching for Jasmyne’s mother and the ancient Greek relic she’s stolen. And days spent sating their unrelenting carnal hunger.
Two men, one woman—and a driving sexual hunger that none can resist—in a race against time to save the innocent…or destroy themselves.
Enjoy the excerpt below.
From Carnal Hunger by Tawny Taylor. Copyright Tawny Taylor 2007
He inhaled deeply, drinking in the aroma of his prey’s terror. He wanted her.
He stooped, swept her into his arms and lowered her to the bed. As expected, she fought him, but he wasn’t as weak from the hunger as Asher. He easily overpowered her, pinning her on her back. He held her hands over her head. Her breasts rose and fell with each rapid gasp. Lust swelled within him. His cock hardened. His balls tightened.
“Now,” he said on a grunt, indicating with his head to Asher. He held her wrists tightly, although he knew the instant one of them bit the woman, the resistance would cease. Cold terror would be replaced by burning desire. Their terrified victim would become a willing participant.
Asher’s hand trembled as he struggled to unfasten her pants. He was going for her femoral artery, a wise choice. But not without its risks. Draven shifted, balancing himself above her torso to keep her still enough for Asher to remove the rest of her clothing from the waist down. Shoes. Socks. Jeans. Cotton panties.
Oh, her scent. A bouquet of woman and soap.
Shrill screams echoed through the room. Between the sounds and smells, he became instantly dizzy, nearly blind with need. “Hurry,” he pleaded as he repositioned himself. He used his arms to secure their quarry but angled his upper body so that he could bend down and taste her skin. More intoxicating scents swept into his nostrils as he nuzzled the crook between her shoulder and the slender column of her neck.
She shrieked again and then went dead still.
Asher had bitten her. His venom was pulsing through her blood vessels. It would take less than ten seconds.
Nine, eight, seven…
He ran his tongue along her jugular. Her heartbeat fluttered beneath her skin, a staccato tempo that beat within him.
Six, five, four…
He ached to sink his teeth into her sweet skin, to drink her essence and then give back the pleasure she deserved. But he had to wait a few more agonizing seconds until Asher had taken what he needed.
Three, two, one…
He forced himself to turn his head from the temptation that pulsed before his eyes. He watched as Asher suckled the tender flesh at the crook of her thigh. He knew the second Asher’s venom had reached her brain.
She stiffened beneath him, cried out one last time. Her scream of terror morphed into a groan of pleasure and then she shuddered and went soft.
It was safe to release her hands now.
The instant he let them go, she reached for him, raked her fingernails down his chest and clenched the bottom of his knit shirt in her fists. His gaze wandered over her writhing body, up to her shoulders, her neck, face. Her eyes told him what her mouth could not. Good goddess, the loneliness, worry and pain he saw within their depths.
How could he sense so much already? He hadn’t even bitten her yet.
He tried to look away, to break the invisible tether that had bound him to her somehow. But he couldn’t. She was holding him. Pulling him into her.
No. He didn’t want to feel her pain, her frustration, her agony. He didn’t want to feel her joy either. But dammit, there was nothing he could do.
This wasn’t happening. Nonono.
The connection forming between them was so overwhelming, he literally pulled away, shifting his weight back, until he was seated on the mattress beside her. He guessed, by her expression, that Asher had stopped feeding at the same time.
“No,” she whispered.
The separation was shredding his insides to pulp. Why?
Confused, his body inflamed by desperate hunger, he scooted backward. He had to complete the blood-bond. He had to feed from her, to consume Asher’s venom, now pulsing through her veins. But he hesitated, unsure what the connection would be like then. Would it be much more intense? He didn’t want to know.
“Draven?” Asher whispered behind him. He smoothed a hand down Draven’s back, a reassuring touch. “Feed.”
What was it about this woman? Nothing had been normal, not since he’d first seen her in the airport.
“I need you.” Asher’s touch became firmer, more erotic. He sat up and slipped his hands beneath Draven’s shirt, exploring Draven’s lower back.
Jasmyne did the same, running her flattened palms up his stomach. Her fingertips teased his nipples, causing the hunger to flare white-hot again. He shuddered, swept her hair aside and bit her.
Sweet blood flooded his mouth and instantly a blaze ignited in his body. He felt his heartbeat speed up, pushing the life-sustaining heat through his chest, up his neck, down to his cock.
Asher pressed against his back, Jasmyne against his front. Heaven. Hell. Strange thoughts and images swept through his mind. Somewhere deep inside, a light flickered in the shadows, illuminating all the demons he kept hidden there. He was afraid of what he might see next, feel next, but he kept swallowing. He was powerless to stop.
“She will die,” Asher said.
The words were like shards of glass being ground into his heart. But goddess help him, he couldn’t stop. He needed more of her essence, more of the light, even if it would unleash the demons.
“Draven.” Asher yanked on his arm, but he still did not release her. He couldn’t. He pulled in another mouthful, and a burst of stars ignited behind his closed eyelids.
He felt Asher struggling to protect their mate, but the last thing he could endure was to be separated from her. Somehow, the darkness he saw within her healed him, chased away the heavy cloak of blackness inside him. He finally saw his secrets, the ones he’d hidden even from himself. He wasn’t afraid anymore.
A sharp pain blasted through his head. Instinctively, Draven loosened his bite, and then before he realized what had happened, he was lying on the floor, Asher standing over top of him, breathless and wild-eyed.
“What the fuck, Draven? You almost killed her.”
“I…don’t know.” Stunned, by both the shock of having nearly lost control, and the blow to his head, Draven slowly sat up. The world spun for a second or two before stilling. “Is she okay?” He couldn’t see her. He needed to check, make sure he hadn’t hurt her. If he had…
“She’ll be okay. She’s just weak.” Asher offered him a hand up. “You took too much. I’ve never seen you do that before.”
“There’s something about her. I’ve never felt anything…seen anything…”
“Yeah. I felt it too.” Asher pulled Draven into an embrace. “Dammit, I’m sorry, but that scared me. I had to stop you.”
“Yeah. It scared me too.” As it always did in the Binding, an urgent, agonizing carnal hunger swept through his body for his bound mates. Jasmyne. And Asher. Yes, Asher.
He kissed Asher with all the tenderness he had within him. They undressed each other, shared gentle touches until the sweet caresses had evolved into passionate strokes, demanding, taking.
And then, together, they roused a dozing Jasmyne.
It was time. To give back. And give back, he would. For the many gifts he knew she would give them both.
How many of you make New Year's resolutions? I have for years, but sadly it wasn't until last year that I actually kept any of them. Why? I can't say for sure. Perhaps it was the resolution I made.
Last year's resolution was to lose all the weight I'd gained during pregnancy number five. The "baby" was two and a half, and even though I'd lost some of the weight over those two plus years, I had a pretty major chunk to go. I hated how I looked and felt, and maybe that was what inspired me to keep that resolution. Over the following four months, I slowly shrank from a size sometimes-12,-more-often-14 to a sometimes-6-more-often-8. How did I do it? I dragged my flabby self onto my treadmill every morning and walked/jogged for 30 minutes (or longer). And to control the amount of food I ate, I kept a food diary and counted every calorie I consumed. It was hell, but I was thrilled with the results.
So, what are this year's New Year's resolutions?
1. To get back on track with my diet and exercise (yes, I've slipped since Halloween and regained close to 10 pounds. I am a binge eater, especially around the holidays). Treadmill/exercise no less than 4 days a week, and recording my calories in my journal every day, including the weekends when I tend to be "bad".
2. To put my nose to the grindstone and write every day. No less than five pages.
3. To get myself out there more on the internet. Outside of blogging and Romance Divas, I've really slacked there. I should probably set a specific amount of time, say an hour a week. That sounds reasonable, right?
Okay, there they are, in writing. My resolutions. I'm making them public and holding myself accountable. Anyone else want to do the same?
Do any of you feel that way? That you'll need at least a week to recover from the holidays? And sadly, I don't drink. So it's not an over indulgence of alcohol that's made me feel like I've been run over by a Hummer. Nor is it the virus that invaded my body last week and is still causing havoc to my sinuses and throat. We had two family gatherings in the span of three days. It was insane, and I will never do that again. But it was fun, and there were a lot of laughs and good times, even a pleasant surprise or two.
Outside of the Christmas decorations, which won't go down until after New Year's Day, and the kitchen that is still a disaster zone, the house is pretty much back to normal. The kids are amply amused, at least for the next day or two, thanks to an over-indulgent Santa :) And as soon as I dig my kitchen out, I'm anxious to get back to my regular routine.
Now, off to excavate the kitchen. Wish me luck! And happy-holiday-recovering to all the stressed out, frazzled folks out there. I'm finding relief in the form of Watergate salad (my family calls it The Green Fluff) and Boston cream pie :)
Sorry I haven't posted regularly. I've been the worst blogger these last few days. But I've come down with a pretty nasty cold and I'm trying to get some rest.
I hope everyone is having a great week, finishing up last minute shopping, baking, decorating, etc. I'm anxious for Christmas day, particularly for our youngest. At three, he's finally understanding what all the excitement is about. Christmas is a lot of fun when you have little children in the house.
Wow, Christmas came fast this year! We're down to the final week. It's hard to believe.
I'm not done shopping yet. In fact, I may brave the local Toys R Us today *shiver*. Wish me luck!
What about you? Are you done shopping yet?
True story: When I was a kid, my mother bought nothing until Christmas eve day. Then she'd take one kid with her as her "helper" (meaning, the unlucky sucker who got hauling-to-the-car duty) and headed to the mall to brave the crowds. It was hot and exhausting. And by the end of the zillion-hour trip, the helper was cranky, hungry, and hating the mall. I vowed as a teenager that I would never adopt her last-minute shopping-in-a-panic approach :) And so far, I haven't.
Anyway, for those who are done, congratulations! Sit back and relax. And for those who haven't started yet, happy hunting! May you find the deals of the year.
Thanks to a fellow author, I stumbled upon the following site, www.parapublishing.com. They have gathered quite a few statisics. I've copied a few that were relevant to romance publishing. Read the entire report HERE.
Who is Publishing how many Books? 78% of the titles published come from the small/self-publishers. http://www.pma-online.org/benefits/industry_reports.cfm 2002: The five large New York publishers accounted for 45% of the market (made 45% of the sales.) --Publishers Weekly, June 16, 2003. http://www.PublishersWeekly.com 1999: the top 20 publishers accounted for 93% of sales. --Andre Schiffrin, The Business of Books in the Washington Post. October 18, 2000. 2000: 80% of the book sales are controlled by five conglomerates: Bertlesman (Random House), Rupert Murdoch's News Corp, Time Warner, Disney and Viacom/CBS. --Andre Schiffrin, The Business of Books in the Washington Post. October 18, 2000. 2002: Five large New York publishers had US sales of $4.102 billion and worldwide sales of $5.68 billion. Random House: $2.1 billion worldwide Penguin Group: $1.3 billion HarperCollins: $1.1 billion Simon & Schuster: $690 million (est) AOL/Time Warner: $415 million --Publishers Weekly, June 16, 2003 http://www.PublishersWeekly.com
What genres/categories are people buying? 55% Popular fiction 10% Religious nonfiction 9% Cooking/Crafts --2001 Consumer Research Study on Book Purchasing by the Book Industry Study Group, http://www.bisg.org 2002: Genres, quantity published. New adult fiction: 17,000. Juveniles: 10,000 --R.R. Bowker in Publishers weekly, June 2, 2003. http://www.PublishersWeekly.com
Book Printing Most initial print runs are 5,000 copies. --Publishing for Profit by Tom Woll. Page 113. TWoll@aol.com 4,986 was the average first press run; second printings averaged 4,776. --PMA survey of members, 1998. http://www.PMAonline.org The first print run for a mid-list book by a larger publisher is 10-15,000 books. --Brian DeFiore, Maui Writers Conference. http://www.defioreandco.com/ A larger publisher must sell 10,000 books to break even. --Brian DeFiore, Maui Writers Conference. http://www.defioreandco.com/
"Tarik is a wounded hero, battling with the betrayal of friends and family and his struggle to control the beast within him will bring you to tears. " Megan, Erotic Escapades
I brought a reviewer to tears. I'm elated!
BTW, for those who've been wondering when you'd be getting the next installment of Animal Urges, I'm working on book three now. KISS OF THE BEAST features a conflicted bisexual hero (and no, I don't think I'll give you any hints on who he is... yet). I'm *really* working hard to make this story emotionally satisfying, while continuing the edge-of-your-seat plotline.
"There is false information being spread that Ellora's Cave/Cerridwen Press is no longer publishing historical romances. I can assure you that the rumor is COMPLETELY UNTRUE. I have requested a correction with the website that posted this statement. Please assure anyone you know that the information is wrong.
We published six historicals in November, have five coming out in December, and have a number of historicals scheduled for release throughout 2008. In the past six weeks alone, we accepted/contracted six new historical romances for 2008 release. We publish everything from sweet Regencies at our Cerridwen Press imprint to very hot historical erotic romances at Ellora's Cave—and have every intention of continuing to do so.
It’s difficult for me to believe that I just turned in my fifth book, “The Demon King and I,” in five years, and now “Charmed & Dangerous” is coming out in mass market on Dec. 4. I still remember sitting on my bed at two in the morning, the night before my very first meeting with an editor. Another writer friend told me I needed to have more than one idea to pitch to the editor, and I was frantically trying to make something up.
It was a strange feeling when I finally wrote about a character who had been dancing around in my head for some time. I’d just heard that “Buffy” was going off the air, and I was angry with creator Joss Whedon for not going one more year. In retrospect they ended at the right time, but back then I was mad. What would I do without my weekly dose of “Buffy?”
That night before the meeting I put pen to paper and created a character who had the attitude of Buffy (Sarah Michelle Gellar) but the power of Bad Willow (Alyson Hannigan). She would use that power to protect important people, and to save the world. I can’t remember how I came up with the idea for the prime minister, but I wanted a really powerful, cool leader. So of course I had to make one up. (Smile)
That one-page synopsis became a book just a few months later, and crazy stuff happened along the way. A love triangle between Sam, Bronwyn and Sheik Azir developed out of thin air one day. Azir met the Prime Minister in what was supposed to be an information finding expedition, but as I described Azir, I fell for him. Funny how that happens when we least expect it.
The powerful wizard Garnout came from the need for Bronwyn to have some sort of mentor. I love Garnout. He’s one of my favorite people. I also wanted to create my dream town. A place where magic abounds, but overall people are friendly with one another. And of course, great food can be found on every corner in Sweet, Texas.
Even though I’ve moved on to new characters that crazy witch Bronwyn is still dancing around in my head. I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever run out of stories for her, and I hope to write many more. It still freaks me out a little when I realize these funny stories have turned into very real books. I’m so grateful to Bronwyn and to all the adventures we’ve had together. - Candy Havens
Sorcha and Caedyrn's love has created a new breed of beings. Neither wholly dragon nor fully human, Sorcha's children shapeshift at will. The six fledglings have been raised as dragons, but the time has come to explore their human heritage. Aislinn and Taran are the first to leave the ice aerie for the world of men.
Aislinn discovers the lure of sexuality amidst the intrigues of King Leofric's court, while Taran learns the source of his debilitating malady. The siblings confront danger and prejudice among their mother's kin and discover love along the way. But love creates dilemmas: To live within the ice aerie with their dragon kin, or live amongst humans? Aislinn and Taran must make their choice.
A Sorcha's Children Novel Rating: Tangy Book Length: Novel Genre: Fantasy Romance
Warm your heart and hearth this winter with nine naughty and nice stories of hope and love.
Christmas in Ireland, a kiss beneath the mistletoe, a snowstorm centuries in the past, Mother's Night in wintry Germany, and the sweet gingerbread aromas of a fine bakery are only a few of the gifts you can give yourself and loved ones this year.
A haunted-to-the-rafters inn. A haunted heart. A sexy Irish ghostbuster must face both before he can love one woman.
Key West. An island of green on turquoise waters, populated with poets, artists, drifters, Jimmy Buffet fans—and the most stubborn ghosts imaginable.
When psychic and all-around sexy Irishman Trent Light takes on the challenge to ghost-bust Calloway House, he encounters something more than your normal, haunted-to-the-rafters inn. He butts heads with the spirit of Emily, a flapper with a sordid past and short fuse. Emily’s guardian angel won’t let her cross to the other side until the infamous “Hemingway Mystery” is solved—a mystery Emily caused during her own lifetime. Trent locks horns with another stubborn woman, inn owner and Key West newcomer Julie Calloway. Frustrated that the sexy Julie isn’t satisfied with being just his lover, yet unable to leave nor to commit to her, Trent is at his wits’ end. And then there’s that sentient Parrot that won’t shut up. It’s a tough assignment, but Trent and Julie steam up the tropics as they try to solve the mysteries of Key West, of love, and of redemption.
Lately, I've been on a real reading kick. Loving it. Maybe it's the cold weather (or the end of the season for both The Bachelor and Dancing with the Stars), but more often than not you can find me curled up on the couch devouring a book.
The funny thing is, I'm sort of ping-ponging between contemporary YA series about rich kids behaving badly and contemporary erotic romances about naughty alpha men. Yum and yum! I seem to have burned out on paranormals for a while.
What about you? What are you reading lately? What did you love? What did you hate?