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Friday, April 30, 2010

Big, HUGE news!

I received The Call last night, and I just can't keep it a secret any longer. Kensington books has offered me a contract for the first three books in a new urban fantasy series. The books, sort of a Buffy-meets-Criminal-Minds thing, will be released under a new pseudonym (yet to be determined) in mass market paperback.

My feet haven't touched the ground since I hung up the phone!

posted by Tawny Taylor at 2:12 PM | 0 comments

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

More Contract News!

I was just offered a contract from Ellora's Cave for Lust's Temptation, the sequel to Wrath's Embrace! There's no release date scheduled yet, but as soon as I get one, I'll give an update.

Happy Dancing!

posted by Tawny Taylor at 8:58 AM | 0 comments

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Submissions Call: Changeling Press


Changeling Press opens its submissions window wide and says, "Ah!"

We're looking for new authors to add to our cast of characters who can cause mayhem and amoking wherever they go! Do you have what it takes to write short, hot novellas 10K-28K (or can serialize your longer works)? Can you write a story in any one or more of our thirteen genres and fifteen themes? Are you unafraid to shamelessly promote your work?

Want to win a contest and join our award-winning lineup of erotic authors like Angela Knight, Kate Douglas, Michele Bardsley, and Dakota Cassidy?

Then check out our submissions page and start pounding the keyboard!

Contest Begins: April 15th

Click Here!
for our submission guidelines to get all the nitty gritty of what genres we want, and in what format you should submit your entry. (The editors want to see if you can follow directions.)

Place "Casting Call Contest" in the subject line of your email. Serious submissions only.

What can you win?

Grand Prize - A contract with Changeling Press, and a One Year Featured Author Membership at The Romance Studio.

Three Runners Up will receive a critique of their work by an editor or established author in their chosen genre with a chance to resubmit their work for publication.

posted by Tawny Taylor at 9:38 AM | 0 comments

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

The End!

Whoo hooo! I just finished Lust's Temptation. It's a romantic story, full of tender emotion, which was tough to pull off, considering the fact that the heroes are possessed by the spirit of Lust.

I hope my readers enjoy this story. I feel it's one of my very best. I hope my editor agrees!

Tawny

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Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Lots of wonderful news!

April is one of my absolute favorite months for a lot of reasons. For one thing, spring has officially arrived, and outside of the occasional freak storm, we're through with snow for at least six months. It's also the month of my darling daughter's birthday.

But this April has been even better than most. I just received news that I've been offered two new contracts from Kensington! One for a couple more erotic romance novels and another for a paranormal novella that will be published in a high concept anthology releasing in 2011! I'm absolutely thrilled! Having been working in this industry for a while now (my first novel was published in 2003), I know one can not take anything for granted. I celebrate every contract, every great review, and every reader email that lands in my inbox.

What about you? Are you celebrating anything today?

posted by Tawny Taylor at 11:22 AM | 0 comments

What is the most important romance book of all time?

Okay, so I periodically check out agent Nathan Bransford's blog. His posts can be informative, insightful, and sometimes just silly. Oftentimes, he posts a question and then just sits back and watches the discussion unfold. The results are often very interesting.

So, I like to borrow a page from his blog from time to time and post a question for my fans/readers. Today, I thought I'd post the question, What is the most important romance book of all time? And please, tell me why you selected the book you did.

One final note: Please, NO religious books--Kuran, Bible, etc. I'd rather avoid a religious debates. Those can get dicey.

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Thursday, April 01, 2010

Sneak Peek: Lust's Temptation

Good morning! It's a gorgeous spring day. The birds are chirping, I recently received some great news (involving contracts and books and anthologies) and I'm thinking I need to share something. So I'm sharing a little sneak peek of Lust's Temptation.

A little background: This is the second book in the series. And in this story, the heroes, Amun and Troi, are possessed by the spirit of Lust. But Oriel, the heroine silences the beast, allowing them to do what they haven't been able to in centuries--give pleasure, rather than take it.

The setting of this scene is a Civil War reenactment campsite.

The notes of a waltz drifted to her ears on a sweet-scented breeze.


“There’s a dance tonight,” she said, remembering for the first time since leaving her temporary home earlier.


Troi rose to his feet and extended a hand. “We would be honored to accompany you.”


Cheeks warming, she shook her head. “Oh, I’m not much for dancing. I mean, I watched last night. The dances are complicated. I don’t know the steps.”


Troi ambled around the table, his movements neither lazy nor rushed. “Doesn’t matter. We can have our own private dance right here.” Before she could protest, he gently tugged on her hand, coaxing her to her feet. And before she could come up with a reasonable excuse for not dancing with him, he pulled her into his arms.


Now that was a thrilling place to be, so close to such a beautiful man, one strong arm coiled around her body, the other extended, her hand gently cradled in his.


Somehow, she followed his movements with ease, the heartbeat of the music throbbing gently through her body and drumming out the tempo of her steps. Right left right, left right left, they whirled about the makeshift dance floor, carpeted in soft grass, as the sun kissed the evening sky with shades of purple and salmon. As the song’s final chord echoed in her ears, she tipped her head to look up at her partner’s face.


She couldn’t say she’d ever seen a man more breathtakingly handsome. Not on television, or in a movie, or in a photograph.


“Thank you,” he said with a husky voice that made her think of forbidden pleasures.


He was going to kiss her and ohmygod she wanted him to, even with Amun standing close by, even with Laura out there somewhere, furious with her, even with the dozens of unanswered questions bouncing through her head like dropped ping pong balls.


Kiss me, please.


A barely perceptible stream of warm, sweet air tickled her lips and instinctively she licked them while she curled her fist around a handful of Troi’s wool coat and waited, waited. It was pure, delectable torture.


Finally, his lips brushed over hers in a tender, sensual caress and it felt like the ground was teetering beneath her feet. Sure she was about to plummet into some darkly erotic chasm, she threw her other arm over his shoulder and looped it around his neck. If she was falling, he was going with her.


Against her back, she felt more heat. Pulsing warmth, full of life, smelling of man and leather and desire. Her breath hitched in her throat and she pulled, aching now for Troi to possess her mouth fully. Again, his lips touched hers. Briefly. And all too soon, less than one stuttering heartbeat later, they were gone again.


“Please,” she whispered.


“Mmmm,” he returned. “You’re sweeter than peaches in cream.” His lips hovered over hers as he spoke, each word producing a little puff of scented air that teased her tingling lips and pulled her tautly-strung nerves even tighter.


This man had barely kissed her, those minute grazing meetings between their mouths hardly qualifying as kisses, and yet her entire body was simmering, her heart thumping heavily against her breastbone, a warm thrumming sensation building between her legs. Never had so little produced so much heat, so much need, in her.


Granted, a part of it had to be Amun. His hands were now resting on her shoulders, his thumbs stroking her nape, the intimate touch producing little waves of quaking thrill. It was no wonder Laura had fallen under the spell of these two. What woman wouldn’t? Their every movement intrigued her. Their every word mesmerized her. Their every touch captivated her.


One of her hands slipped down, over the hard swell of his shoulder, gliding along muscle and sinew covered in wool. Such power he possessed. His body was shaped for battle, for conquering and subduing.


“Oriel.” Amun looped a thick arm around her waist and she practically melted. “What is it you want from us?”


“I--I don’t know.” That was partly true, but mostly not. What she wanted, she couldn’t admit.


Troi cupped her chin. His thumb swept across her lower lip. “You do know. Are you afraid to tell us?”


“No, I’m not afraid to tell you anything.” A boldfaced lie, but she couldn’t stomach being called afraid.


She was cautious. Level-headed. Responsible. Sensible.


And tempted to drag both Amun and Troi to the nearest hotel and fuck them until they all three lacked the strength to move even a pinky finger.


Oh God, did she want to cast aside all her shouldn’ts and wouldn’ts and just let go for once. It had been a long time since she’d dared even think about doing such a thing.


No. You know what happened the last time.


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