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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

On my wish list this week...

Magazine columnist Jillian Welch has one assignment to show her readers the golf course is the news single’s bar, and show an old flame all the ways she’s changed. Unless she hasn’t changed at all…

Warning: Fore! This title contains explicit sex, and a love story hazardous to your hankie supply. Oh, and exploding toads.

by Jenna Bayley-Burke

posted by Tawny Taylor at 11:10 AM | 1 comments

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Write short and sweet?

This call for submissions could be for you!

Publisher: Freya's Bower

Word count: 3K to 8K

Deadline for submissions: September 30, 2008.

Content: No sex. No groping or graphic eroticism. We want plenty of sexual tension, but the hero copping a feel or vice versa will not work for our sweet category. No foul language unless it’s pertinent to the character’s character.

Genres: Any genre is fine, but I may put category sections in the anthology if there are several of various genres such as paranormal, contemporary, fantasy, sci-fi, etc.

(Depending on what stories I accept, this anth may launch our Bubblegum Romance line.)

I want to see well-developed characters. Show me women who are strong but also possess insecurities. Show me heroes that are the same.

No first person present tense stories, please. First person is fine—if well written—but not in present tense. Third person stories preferred.

Stories must revolve around the allure of romance and a good, sound plot.

Attach your FULL submission as an MS Word document and email it to with the words SWEET ANTH in the subject heading.

posted by Tawny Taylor at 4:10 PM | 0 comments

Friday, July 25, 2008

Cystic Fibrosis Fundraiser

Through the month of September, the authors of Romance Unleashed
will be hosting a new online fund-raiser to raise awareness and
funds for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation (CFF). Cystic Fibrosis is
the most common fatal genetic disease in the U.S. Thirty years ago
life expectancy for a child born with CF was only five, but through
the efforts of the CFF and others, life expectancy and quality of
life has increased dramatically. We hope through our fund-raiser to
help the CFF continue these efforts and to someday soon find a cure!

Our event, Unleash Your Story: Make A Difference, is targeted at
both readers and writers. There will be fun contests and prizes to
see who can rack up the highest word counts, pages read and funds
raised. Plus writers can track their own productivity by trying to
keep up with our Pacesetter Author, New York Times Bestselling
Author, Debbie Macomber.

We are hoping you will consider joining in our efforts by doing one
or more of the following.

• Start your own team. Work with your fans or writing friends to
raise money, complete WIPs, read books, and win prizes together.

• Donate individually, and ask others to support you. Through the
CFF web site every participant will get their own personal web page
where people can donate in that participant's name. (All donations
are tax deductable.) And, of course, win prizes.

• Donate a prize for us to give away to teams or individuals. We
are looking for anything and everything readers or writers might
enjoy—books, critiques, get-aways, lunch with you, crafts by you—you
name it! (Again whatever you donate is tax deductable and you will
receive a receipt from the CFF)

• Motivate your fans to read more and write more by posting your
progress and participation on your personal web site or blog.

We're really hoping you will consider joining our efforts. We think
it will be a fun way to help others live longer, more enjoyable
lives. For more information email (that's
info @ with no spaces) or visit our web site at

The Authors of Romance Unleashed

posted by Tawny Taylor at 4:02 PM | 0 comments

Thursday, July 24, 2008

It's been reaaaaally quiet around here....

I apologize. There's been a lot going on--kids home for the summer (IMO, year-round school should be mandatory!). They're bored. They're tired of each other, and they won't stop bickering. Gahhhhh!

Plus, I did something I wasn't sure I had the guts to try. I decided to create a new website, list some of my costumes on eBay, and see if people might like to buy them. So far, I'm doing pretty well.

I'm starting small and listing just a few items at a time, selling only pieces that are complete...although I've had my first request for a custom piece. Not bad for being in business one week. But OMG, the work. I've been up until 12:00am/1:00am sewing then sleeping for four hours and getting up again at 5:00am to do my writing, promote my books, and handle the business side of things. It's been a TON of work.

The new website:
The new eBay store:

Writing wise, I did get some great news! My editor at Ellora's Cave accepted the next book in my Twilight's Possession series! Yay! No release date, but I'll post it as soon as I know.

So what's everyone else's summer been like? Anyone have any good news to share?

DARK MASTER, a Recommended Read (Dark Angel Reviews)
Wicked-Hot Erotic Fiction

posted by Tawny Taylor at 9:12 AM | 1 comments

Friday, July 18, 2008

Are you missing the RWA National Conference?

The Romance Divas annual Not Going to Conference Conference will make you feel a bit less deprived! Amazing workshops, a star-studded guest list and awesome giveaways, all on the Diva forum! Don't miss it!

Here's a bit of a schedule update for the Q&As and Workshops...

Wednesday, July 30

Paula Guran, Editor, Juno Books
Q&A on Creating Kick a** Heroines

Laurie Rauch, Editor, Samhain Publishing
Workshop on What Happens After the Contract (aka Editors are People Too!)*

Thursday July 31

Joyce Hart, Hartline Literary
Q&A on Inspirational Romance Stories and the Inspy Market

Sandra Schwab, Historical Romance Author
Workshop on Historical Accuracy and Anachronisms

Friday, August 1

Yolanda Sfetsos, Author of Guarded by Stone
Q&A on Paranormal and Urban Fantasy World Building

Katie MacIver, KatieDidDesign
Workshop on Website Design and Color Selection

Saturday, August 2

Joey W. Hill, Erotica Author
Workshop on Plotting Erotica and Erotic Romance

Rhonda Stapleton, Editor and Author
Workshop on Style and Voice

2008 Romance Divas Not Going to Conference Conference

Excited yet?

How about if I list some door prizes?

  • What Gwen said" mug donated by Gwen Hayes
  • 3-chapter critique of a YA by Simon Pulse author Rhonda Stapleton
  • 3-chapter critique of a YA, chick lit, or rom com by Golden Heart Finalist Amanda Brice
  • An ebook of your choice from Nell Dixon's backlist
  • An ebook of either Second Sight (paranormal romance) or Dragons' Choice (fantasy romance - dragon-shifters) from Debbie Mumford
  • Ten dollar Amazon gift certificate from Jodi Henley
  • Lush stuff from Seeley deBorn
  • e-book copy of Chasing Shadows from Erin Richards
  • Paperback copy of Iron Horse Rider OR Smiling Eyes from Adelle Laudan
  • Book thongs from Angeleque Ford
  • 3 chapter critique from Sela Carsen
  • winner's choice of ebook copy of "Not Quite Dead" or "Heart of the Sea" by Sela Carson
  • e-book copy of HEATWAVE by Eden Bradley
  • e-book copy of BREAKING SKYE by Eden Bradley
  • a box of goodies, trade and paperbacks, bath products candles, etc... All for a fun and relaxing home spa day treat. courtesy of The Midnight Moon Cafe
  • 1 download each of Natasha Moore's Samhain books, The Ride of Her LIfe and The Passion-Minded Professor
  • a copy of "Painted Soul" by Mary Quast
  • e-book copy of HER CINDERELLA COMPLEX by Jenna Bayley-Burke - Samhain
  • e-book copy of PAR FOR THE COURSE by Jenna Bayley-Burke - Samhain
  • e-book copy of FOUND by Jenna Bayley-Burke - Wild Rose Press
  • e-book copy of NIGHT OF INSPIRATION by Jenna Allen - Phaze
  • e-book copy of ON AGAIN by Jenna Allen - Phaze
  • $10 gc to Amazon from Kendal Corbitt
  • ebook Vampire Oracle: Harmony by MG Braden
  • Ebook ARC, Art of Sensuality by Jax Cassidy
Plus a lovely bar of wonderful Chagrin Valley hand made soap, Caramel Pralines jar candle, handmade jewelry, Tarot readings, a Lush box for European Divas/Dudes, a $10 fictionwise gc and much more!

posted by Tawny Taylor at 7:18 PM | 0 comments

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Two Sexy, Mysterious Men...

...who've finally found the woman they've loved for years. That's what my latest release is about. It's a story of lovers reunited, past hurts healed and dark secrets uncovered.


Want to know more?

Here's a blurb:

Illusion. A word shaded with nuance, making the men who practice it — the masters — enigmas. Particularly when they magically materialize from the shadows of a woman's dark past.

It's been fifteen years. No longer the tormented young men Blair knew and loved so long ago, Damon and Trey still know how to touch her heart, how to draw out her secrets, and how to bring her to the edge of ecstasy.

Blair has two weeks to unravel the mystery of the ruby and decide if the magic her seductive masters are wielding is real or illusion. The answers to her questions are hidden within the facets of the ruby gifts she receives each night, the mysteries veiled by their illusions…and the dark desires burning in her body.

Reader advisory: This book contains scenes with same-gender sex, and references to child abuse.

And a work-safe excerpt:

“Hello? Damon? Trey?” She stepped into a silent reception area. To the left stood one of those reception counters. No one was posted there. The overhead fluorescent lights were off, and the deeper she walked inside, the darker it grew, the heavier the shadows became, and the edgier she felt.

She smoothed her hands down her legs, flattening her skirt against her thighs. Her pumps made little tap-tapping noises on the tile as she ventured to the back of the reception area. There were three wooden doors spaced evenly along one wall. One was marked with a sign, a bathroom. The second opened to a small office. Empty. The third opened to the cavernous warehouse. “Trey? Damon? Hello? It’s me.”


She almost turned around, called it a total wash and headed home, but then she heard her name, whispered, and she instantly recognized the voice.

She stopped, held her breath, searching the deep shadows. Where were they hiding? “Damon, you dork. Are you two trying to scare me? Quit playing.”

There. She heard something moving. She rushed forward, eager to touch her old friends, to give them a hug and thank them for the wonderful gift. But she stopped midstride, a scream shooting up her throat, when one of the enormous black cats from their show, wearing a sparkling red collar, stalked from the shadows, its glittering eyes fixed on her.

Absolutely terrified, she froze in place. “D-Damon, I think one of your pets is loose,” she whispered, afraid to speak louder. Oh God, that animal was huge. Those paws. Those teeth!

And then the cat stood up on its hind legs and the scream she’d been swallowing flew from her mouth. She whirled around and slammed into one hard male body. “Trey! Ohthankgod! Help me!”

Trey smiled as he eased her around.

The panther was gone. Damon stood in its place, dressed head to toe in black. The top two buttons of his crisp shirt were unfastened, revealing a vee of suntanned skin and a silver charm hanging from a thick chain. The panther’s glittering red collar lay in his outstretched hand.

Blair let loose with a huge sigh. She accepted the proffered jewelry, which up close looked more like a choker and less like an animal collar. “Thank you. But you just about scared me to death.”

“May I?” Damon asked, pointing at the jewelry.

“Sure.” She dropped it in his hand.

Damon’s eyes glittered with smoldering heat as he stepped closer to fasten the choker around Blair’s neck. It felt cold and heavy against her skin, even with the little flares of heat erupting beneath the surface. “Welcome, Blair.”

“I’m so glad to see you two. I have so many questions, like how you–”

Damon pressed his index finger against her lips, silencing her. “Later.” His gaze meandered down her body then slowly climbed back up. The corners of his mouth lifted into a naughty, predatory smile. “You look beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful, but you’ve changed. In a very good way.”

Her cheeks had to be as red as the fiery stones in her new choker. She nervously fingered the jewels as she met his gaze. “Thanks. But I think most of the changes haven’t been for the better. You, on the other hand, both look amazing. You really…er, filled out.” That was an understatement.

Damon looked very pleased by her compliment. “Thank you.” He motioned toward the far corner of the warehouse, which was completely cloaked in thick black shadows. “This way.”

“I’m not sure if I’m liking the magic thing or not. Gotta admit, it’s a little strange. Scary, even.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Trey said behind her, gently coaxing her forward with a hand pressed to the small of her back.

Little prickles danced up her spine. She would have shivered but she stopped herself. Somehow.

A small part of her felt like bait being coaxed into a trap for a big, hungry feline. But a bigger part knew better. These two guys had been her soul mates. And even though it had been years since they’d last seen each other, she knew they wouldn’t hurt her.

Damon flicked his hand and poof, a dozen candles or so lit instantaneously, illuminating a table draped in white and set for three. She had to give it to them, these guys had the magic thing down pat. Another flick of the hand and the warehouse was filled with the low, sultry sounds of jazz.

And it looked as if they’d learned a thing or two about romance since she’d last seen them too.


posted by Tawny Taylor at 8:20 PM | 0 comments

Monday, July 14, 2008

This book sounds scrumptious!

From first-time published author Elaina Huntley...

Maggie McCleary’s departure from her life as a cat burglar had been a choice. Her return was not. She can't deny the erotic thrill of the work. Now, with her father Sam held captive, she must pull one last job and that old excitement is getting the better of her.

Flush with success, she stands before the open safe but a strong voice and steel grip from her past brings her back to reality, and she gives in to the surge of desire. Trevor is the one who got away, or rather the one who deserted her, leaving their life of crime behind. But if the old thrill is back, so is the old flame, along with an attraction that never died.

He is the lead detective charged with trapping the famed cat burglar, Sam McClearey, but he wasn't expecting to find Maggie again. Determined to protect her at any cost, Trevor takes her into his own form of protective custody, agreeing to help her find her father’s kidnappers. As they work together to smoke out those shadowy figures trying to frame her, desire flares between them, setting Maggie's world reeling. Trevor left her broken hearted, and now it seems he loves someone else. But neither can deny the passion consuming them, and Maggie knows she must find the kidnappers to get her own life back. With single-minded resolve, Trevor vows to protect her even if he has to keep her under lock and key, or follow her through every escape attempt to keep her safe.

Available now!

posted by Tawny Taylor at 8:14 AM | 0 comments

Friday, July 11, 2008

It's out early!

I just learned NAUGHTY NIGHTS is shipping from Amazon already! Squee! I can't wait to read this book. I'm a huge Charlene Teglia fan.

About the book:

In these scintillating tales of sexual release, three headstrong women give themselves over to the passionate temptation of three strong-willed men who know exactly how to take control....

Charlene Teglia
Wolf in Shining Armor

When werewolf Rorik takes revenge on his rival by claiming the man's betrothed, he recognizes the small, soft-skinned beauty as his true mate -- the she-wolf who bit him years earlier -- and the only woman whose erotic touch can unleash the animal within him.

Tawny Taylor
Stolen Goddess

Kylie wakes up in a strange world, bound and stripped bare, with a large -- very hard, very naked -- man insisting she belongs to him. She should be scared, but instead she succumbs to his arousing demands...and the most electrifying pleasure of her life.

Dawn Ryder
Tempting a Lady

Widowed and running her father's home, Emma vows never to let any man take her the way her husband used to -- until an imposing, self-assured man shows up at her estate, determined to get exactly what he wants from her voluptuous body...and ignites her every lustful need.

Step inside Ellora's Cave, where passions run wild, and the sexiest fantasies come true....

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.


The Border Lands, 1146

Rorik loved the woods. In the night the trees rose black and jagged, forming broken outlines against the starlit sky as they curved overhead in an ancient living canopy above the path he strode. They rustled and murmured with the sounds of hundreds of creatures going about their nocturnal business.

Eerie, to some. To him, it was the sound and sight of home. The Fell Wood outside of Wolf's Keep was rumored to harbor demon wolves who took human form, which served to keep poachers as well as the overly curious far away, and so he found good hunting. This night, aided by the light of the full moon, he followed a line of snares he'd set and baited the day before, checking for game.

His cousin, Simon of Northumberland, accompanied him as always. Somewhat unhappily, Rorik knew. Simon did not quite share either his love of adventure or his appreciation for the Fell Wood at night. As light in heart as he was light of hair, the dark woods held no fascination for him.

Rorik paused to smile at his companion. "Up ahead, I hear something," he said softly. He'd snared a deer, possibly, from the sounds he heard. Something large. Then he frowned as he listened more closely. That wild thrashing did not sound like a deer. He signaled Simon to be quiet and follow closely. At a soft run, he approached the snare and nocked an arrow at the ready.

Then he slowly lowered his bow and replaced the arrow at the sight that met his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Simon hissed, looking agonized. "It is a wolf. A demon wolf, come for our souls. Kill it, quickly."

Rorik waved impatiently at Simon, gesturing for quiet. There were no demons in his woods. This was but a she-wolf caught in a snare meant for other game. A small one, not fully grown. Moonlight touched the black fur, highlighting it with silver and glistening off the glowing eyes. Blood tinged the snow at the beast's feet and tipped the muzzle.

Memory flashed in Rorik's mind, tales of wolf traps found sprung, holding only a forepaw, as the creature fought so fiercely for freedom that it would pay any price. As this wolf would do.

He didn't see danger. Rorik saw only the wolf and felt the injustice, the unbearable horror of its captivity, the panic at running fleet across the snow one moment, inexplicably held prisoner the next.

Rorik slipped slowly up to the snare, holding the wolf's eyes as he did. "Easy," he whispered. "Hush, now." Making his motions careful and steady, he eased one hand to the snare then quickly sprung her loose and stepped back.

Not swiftly enough to evade slashing teeth that tore his chest before the young she-wolf fled into the night.

Simon ran to his aid and staunched the blood with shaking hands. "Rorik? Rorik, do you hear me? Speak," he pleaded.

Rorik stirred and smiled at his companion. "Did you see her, Simon? She was beautiful."

"See what? The wolf?" Simon asked. "I could scarcely miss that."

"No. The girl." Then Rorik fell back, unconscious.

Copyright © 2008 by Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Wolf in Shining Armor copyright © 2006 by Charlene Teglia


Fourteen years later...

Do you think to find it changed much?" Simon inquired, guiding his gray warhorse beside Rorik's black destrier. The two knights showed the signs of having survived many battles in myriad ways. The armor and equipment showed the lines and dents of hard use, in spite of flawless upkeep, as did the two faces. They were deeply changed, if Wolf's Keep was not, Simon acknowledged.

Rorik didn't answer. Perhaps he had changed most of all, Simon thought. Battle had hardened him. The youthful companion who had risked his life to free a wild wolf had seen too much killing. His moods had grown as dark as his hair and did not seem to be lightening as they neared home.

Known as the Fell Wolf for the bite he'd earned, the rumors that Rorik became a demon wolf had come in useful on many occasions. Absurd, but useful. In the tourneys many an opponent quailed before the black and gray banner, fear and superstition striking more blows than a lance.

As soldiers of fortune, the two had done well. Well enough to permit them to return to Rorik's home, now his by coin as well as birthright, with the full coffers and riches supplied by grateful lords whose lands and holdings they had defended. The earnings would permit them to hold and defend their own land now.

Simon frowned, thinking of that injustice. That Rorik should have to buy back his ancestral home still rankled. But his father's untimely death had allowed an unscrupulous neighboring lord to claim Wolf's Keep, and Rorik had been unable to prevent it, having only fifteen years at the time.

That they were both away, fostered and in training for knighthood at the time, had also forced Rorik to bide his time in reclaiming his home. In his patient way, he'd earned his spurs and set out to make his fortune, first in the tourneys, then as a seasoned soldier for hire, always confident that he would return.

The Fell Wolf was returning now, some ten years later, and Simon nearly pitied Alain Devere. He'd lost the prize he thought to take, and the man could not rest easy of a night, knowing the lord's son was coming home to claim what was his.

Including his betrothed, the lady Elissa Montreade. The shy and lovely girl he recalled had also fostered in Wolf's Keep as Rorik's future bride, the marriage arranged by the old baron shortly after the birth of a daughter to dear friends. She, and no doubt her dowry, had been taken along with the fiefdom by Devere.

He frowned at that thought. They had been in no position to help her sooner, but he did not like to think of the child who had been his youthful shadow under the care of such a man.

Simon eyed his friend once more, thinking Rorik did not look in the least like an eager bridegroom, or a returning hero.

He looked battle-weary and in sore need of a diversion.

"So, Rorik, your hearth and home await, with the lovely lady Elissa soon to grace them both. Will you frighten her with that face of yours?"

Rorik roused himself from his dark thoughts and spared a glance for Simon the chatterer. In truth, it did not feel like a homecoming. Without his parents living, he did not expect to find much of a home waiting. Devere had doubtless let the place fall to ruin under his stewardship. With no lord in residence the able servants had fled, fearing tales of human wolves. Any retainers remaining did so out of blind loyalty or old age.

He did not expect to find much waiting for him. As for his betrothed...there he could find something to think on that pleased him. Marriage was a practical business. He did not love Elissa, nor did he expect to. However, enough nights in rough camps made the idea of home and a wife to see to his comfort seem more than adequate compensation for doing his duty.

A wife to make a home from a pile of cold stone. Children to fill his hall with laughter. To raise children and crops, that was a pleasant future. He'd seen enough of death and spilled enough blood.

By nightfall, Rorik had revised his opinion.

Wolf's Keep he expected to find in poor condition. What he failed to anticipate was Elissa -- whom he recalled as little more than a babe herself -- heavy with child, ravished and abandoned by Devere and stripped of her dowry and her pride both. She wept while she delivered news of Alain Devere's impending marriage to a neighboring heiress.

Simon was struck silent with fury by the news, although Rorik noted the concern in his manner as he helped Elissa find a chair and stood by her. So. Was that how matters stood? he wondered. Simon had always had a soft spot for the girl. Rorik had no objection to relinquishing his claim on her in favor of Simon. But Devere, that was another matter.

The baron had robbed him of home, and now Rorik was denied his wedding night as well while Devere anticipated his? Could the man be allowed to go his way and forget Elissa, robbed of her innocence and her wealth, left to survive however she could? Not that either he or Simon would allow her to suffer. But Devere could not have known that when he cast her off.

No. This outrage could not go unchallenged. It would serve the man well if his bride were stolen in return, Rorik thought.

By moonrise thought had grown to plan, and plan to action.

Rorik slipped through the window and slowly searched the chamber for his quarry with the patient, thorough eye of an experienced hunter and the guarded care of a veteran soldier. He spotted her easily in the bed once he lifted the draperies.

Moonlight touched her face with silver, and revealed the curve of an ivory cheek against a soft fall of midnight hair. The lady lay on her side, curled up like a sleeping child, her head pillowed on her hands. Her night rail lay twisted about her, and exposed a length of leg to the cool caress of the moon.

Rorik's breath caught as he gazed at her. He'd expected a woman, not a child. The consort of his enemy.

He hadn't expected her to look like an innocent in the arms of Morpheus.

Rorik hardened his heart and firmed his resolve. He'd have what he came for. He'd wreak his vengeance on Alain by stealing the man's bride, a fitting retribution. He'd have what was coming to him.

And he had a wedding night coming. Alain had robbed him of his. He would return the favor. Here, now, so there could be no question that he'd claimed the woman before taking her away. He wanted a wife. If he was denied the one he'd been promised, he would have this one. Ailiss, her name was. It suited her, he thought.

He did acknowledge that the woman he'd come to steal might not be pleased with his plan. Simon was forever telling him that his fearsome reputation and hard ways would not win a lady's love, but if she had been willing to marry Alain Devere, she could hardly consider him a worse husband. She might even view him as an improvement.

Rorik stripped and then set about securing his prize, his movements swift and sure in the darkened chamber. A length of silk...

posted by Tawny Taylor at 9:58 AM | 0 comments

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

A Free Writing Workshop

Am I hot or not? Erotic Romance VS. Erotica. Q&A with Liquid Silver Acquiring Editor, Tina Burns.

All day July 12th at Romance Divas

Tina Burns

How do you know if you’ve crossed into the Erotica zone? Get a professional’s opinion. It will take place at the Romance Diva Forum. All are welcome. To get access to the forum you will need to register. The workshop will be in the “Steamy” section of the forum which requires permission from the admin. Details are HERE.

posted by Tawny Taylor at 8:37 AM | 0 comments

Monday, July 07, 2008

Win LOTS of free stuff!

I'm participating in a huge multi-author contest being sponsored by The Hussies. Prizes include free ebook downloads, paperback novels, jewelry and other gifts. Lots of great stuff.

For more info, check out The Hussies site HERE.

And good luck!

posted by Tawny Taylor at 9:54 AM | 0 comments

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Sneak Peek: Masters of Illusion

This book is coming out in ebook formats on July 16. My editor told me this opening scene sizzled her eyeballs, LOL. Sounds painful, but she assured me it's a *good* thing :)

BTW, just clarifying--there are no cowboys in this story. Sorry to disappoint, but the cover is a stock cover, being used for all July Ruby stories.


Masters of Illusion

by Tawny Taylor
Genre: BDSM/Gay/Menage
Publisher: Ellora's Cave

Illusion. A word shaded with nuance, making the men who practice it—the masters—enigmas. Particularly when they magically materialize from the shadows of a woman’s dark past.
It’s been fifteen years. No longer the tormented young men Blair knew and loved so long ago, Damon and Trey still know how to touch her heart, how to draw out her secrets, and how to bring her to the edge of ecstasy.
Blair has two weeks to unravel the mystery of the ruby and decide if the magic her seductive masters are wielding is real or illusion.
The answers to her questions are hidden within the facets of the ruby gifts she receives each night, the mysteries veiled by their illusions…and the dark desires burning in her body.

Reader advisory: This book contains scenes with same-gender sex, and references to child abuse.

*Warning: Scene contains male/male sexual contact*

Damon Butler dropped his head and closed his eyes, letting the decadent pleasure of his lover’s cock stretching and filling him, carry him away.

Oh yeah, so good. One slow inward thrust, followed by an equally slow and torturous withdrawal. Damn.

He’d been fucking Trey for years, and it was this magical every time. The guy knew exactly what Damon needed, how to bring him to the cusp of orgasm and then stop, slowly building the need inside until he came so hard the heat swirling in his belly blazed through every cell in his body.

Every single time he was sure he’d die from the pleasure.

“When I see Blair,” Trey murmured, digging his fingers into Damon’s shoulders, “I’m going to fuck her pussy just like this. Slow and deep at first, and then hard and fast like this…” Trey slowly amped up the pace of his thrusts, driving his thick rod deep into Damon’s hungry ass.

Damon’s legs, shoulders and back tightened as another jolt of erotic hunger licked up his spine. “Yeah. Fuck yes.” He could see her now in his mind’s eye. Blair’s pouty lips pursed, eyes closed, sweet face flushed as Trey’s cock pounded into her slick, tight passage.

His body rigid from the waves of heat simmering through his veins, Damon felt his mind being tugged out of the moment, into the past. But he fought the urge to sink into those memories, focusing on the sounds of skin striking skin, the delicious flavor of Trey’s kisses lingering on his tongue. The scent of Trey’s skin teasing his nostrils.

So close already.

Damon wrapped his fist around his cock and squeezed. “We’re both going to fuck her, at the same time. You’ll fill her sweet pussy. I’ll cram her ass full of my cock. She’ll be begging us for more.”
“Shit yeah. God, the thought of having her again makes me want to come.” Trey gripped Damon’s hips and drove into him harder, rougher, with a desperation Damon had never felt in him before.

Sensing Trey was on the verge of losing the self-control he always exercised so flawlessly, Damon pumped his cock faster, matching Trey’s almost frenzied pace.

This was good, better than good. They hadn’t seen Blair in years, yet she was already bringing something new and exciting to their relationship. They’d finally found her, after years of searching. He could hardly wait until she was there with them, lying beneath him, submitting.

Trey’s blistering hot, hard body bent over Damon’s, skin gliding over skin, short, panting breaths teasing Damon’s ear and making him hot and cold at the same time. Goose bumps sprung up all over his back, and he growled, tipping his hips, taking Trey’s dick as deep as he could. “We’re going to make it good for her. So good she’ll beg us to do it over and over again,” Damon vowed, meaning every word he uttered.

“Yeahhhh. Oh fuck.” Trey’s body stiffened. He groaned. “Too fast. Gotta stop.” Trey eased from Damon’s ass, leaving him achingly empty, charged up with sensual need and frustrated to the point of desperation.

Now that was a first. Trey’d been so close to losing control, he’d had to pull out. Damn, that was hot.

“No, dammit.” Damon sagged against the back of the couch. “I was so close.”

“Tell me how it’s going to be with Blair,” Trey whispered against Damon’s neck. “And fuck me while you tell me.”

His body like an overtightened spring ready to snap, Damon lubed up his cock then spread some lubricant over Trey’s anus. “She’s been looking for us too. Waiting. Hoping. It’s going to be even better than it was before. We’re all older now. We understand each other’s needs. We know how to give, not just take.” Damon eased into Trey’s ass, mesmerized by the sight of Trey’s back and shoulder muscles rippling and bulging as he moved into position.


“The magic we shared years ago with Blair, that wasn’t an illusion. It was real. And real magic never goes away. She still loves us as much as we love her.” Damon fell into a steady rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth, driving his rod up Trey’s tight ass. His mind filled with images from the past, memories of the many sweet moments the three of them had shared as teens. The first time he’d fucked Blair. The first time he’d watched Trey fuck her.

Their bond had been like nothing he’d experienced since. Three people who shared the same soul, same heart, same mind. When Blair had been ripped away from them, he and Trey had been left with a huge gaping wound that had never healed.

And then there was the physical part, the way their bodies had been made for each other. He loved fucking a man and being fucked. But he also craved the feeling of Blair’s soft, lush body beneath his. And Trey shared the same needs as he did, along with a deep-seated need to dominate. Both bisexual. Both active Doms in the BDSM scene. Both looking for the one submissive who would make their lives complete. And both still very much in love with one woman, their Blair.

His body reacted to Trey’s soft moans and the sensual memories. More simmering pleasure gathered in his gut. He pounded into Trey harder, faster, taking him the way he liked, needed.

“Yes, more. Don’t stop.”

Trey was just about there again. So was Damon.

“We’re going to give her everything we couldn’t then,” Trey vowed, sending more sparks flashing and flaring in Damon’s body. “She won’t say no. Right?”
“Not a chance.”

Three months. They’d been planning for tomorrow for three months. And that was after fifteen years of searching for her. She’d changed her last name, moved a few times, obviously running away from something. She wouldn’t run anymore. She wouldn’t need to. They’d take care of her, love her, protect her and cherish her, like they’d promised to do all those years ago.

Finally, they’d have their chance to make up for their failures.

Damon’s heart soared to the stars as his body was swept up in a vortex of carnal pleasure. “We don’t have to wait much longer. We’ll be together, complete. Happy.”

“Yes, happy,” Trey echoed on a moan.

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Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Predators and Editors on the Defense

According to a Absolute Write Watercooler forum post by Dave Kuzminski (Editor, Preditors & Editors), he is being sued for libel by two individuals. The first one, Barbara Bauer s a literary agent who alleges he/P&E called her a scam and a scammer. And the second, Victor E. Cretella, III, Esq. is an attorney for PublishAmerica.

According to Mr. Kuzminski, Mr. Cretella alleges he/P&E harmed his reputation by reporting him to the Maryland State Bar Association and his former employer for his actions against a member of Absolute Write.

Predators and Editors is asking for donations to launch a defense against Ms. Bauer. Mr. Kuzminski is unable to make any comments about the second case at this time.

All I can say about this case is ARGH!!!! If websites like Predators and Editors, Writer Beware, and Absolute Write are unable to share true information about those individuals who are out to scam us, then we are sunk.

You can read the forum thread HERE.
And donations are being accepted HERE. Or click the graphic below.

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Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Epub News Bites

Lyrical Press Looking for Short Fiction
*forwarded from Romance Divas*

If you have that Quick Read (15,000 - 20,000) or Short (20,001 - 35,000) you'd like to submit, go on ahead and send it to Emma, our Editor-In-Chief. She's dying for more work, because, seriously, it's not bad enough we work her nearly to death as it is. So, help us heap some more work on her. She likes it (at least that's what we tell ourselves).

Please send submissions to: or
(Remember, we're open to all submissions 15,000 - 100,000+ in all genres!)
You can find our guidelines here:

Tease Publishing Hiring Editors and Marketing Staff
*first posted by Stella Price*
Editing Department:

Tease Publishing is looking to employ new editors or proofers at this time. If your interested in working with Tease as an editor or proofer, please send a letter of intent with your resume and qualifications to Tonya Nagle at with EDITING ENQUIRY in the subject. Elligible editors should have an English or Literature degree, and would like to build their resume working closely with about a handful of authors.

Marketing Department:

Street Team Leader and members:
Tease Publishing will be opening a new promotional venue in Fall 2008. As a street team, members will be asked to give out promotional items (from bookmarks to postcards to buttons to other goodies) at events, conventions and conferences. Applicants need to be highly motivated, enjoy talking to and meeting new people, and have a working knowledge of the books they are touting.

Street Team Leader(s) will be asked to collect promotional materials for events/cons/conferences and distribute the swag at said events to the street team members, and help man the tables at events.

All members will be asked to collect snail mail addresses and email addresses for the newsletter and monthly goodie giveaways.

Compensation/Perks: This is an unpaid position, though street team members will receive free ebook's, print books and in the case of the con goers, apparel for said con. All members will be entered to win monthly street team only drawings, for Tease goodies and print books.

Compensation for Team Leaders: This is an unpaid position to start with, but has the possibility for monetary compensation in the future. Leaders will receive a Street Team Jacket , with their name on it, and a special set of leader specific goodies.
For all Marketing Department employment opportunities, please email Stacee at with the position in the subject line.

More Troubles for New Concepts Publishing

An author reported her publisher (New Concepts) took a contracted partial and published it in an anthology without her permission, using other authors to complete the unfinished story (in round robin fashion).

More information on this story can be found at

Ellora's Cave Planning Their First Convention in 2009

I blogged in week or so ago about this, but for those who missed it, the post can be found HERE. The convention will take place in the fall of 2009, will include a party, workshops, an award banquet and a book sale and will be hosted in Akron, Ohio. Ellora's Cave is asking for interested parties to contact them so they can get some idea of how many hotel rooms to reserve.

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