May 31, 2007
May 24, 2007
Master of Secret Desires is a multi-author anthology with Scott Carpenter and Elizabeth Jewell. Tawny's story in the anthology is Dragons and Dungeons, an erotic dragon shapeshifter story.
I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys tales of sexy alpha men and the women who love them. 5 cups! (Susan, Coffeetime Romance)
I want more, more, more! More bondage, more hot dragon sex, I want more!
(Annabelle Andrews, Joyfully Reviewed)
And the second book is all Tawny. Animal Urges is a two-in-one containing two shapeshifter stories. Both are set in Alaska, and the two are tied tightly together with a plot that continues from one story into the other. The individual titles of the ebooks are Mark of the Beast and Touch of the Beast.
"Tawny Taylor has done a marvelous job of penning a tale of excitement and passion that readers won’t soon forget." (Angel, Romance Junkies)
"I hope this is only the beginning of a concept that has so many possibilities it would be almost criminal not to explore them further." 5 Angels! (Rachelle, FAR)
The Mark of the Beast is a HOT romance filled with lots of sizzling sex and witty repertoire. The action is fast-paced; I couldn't put it down! Thumbs up to Ms. Taylor. I loved this book. 5 Kisses (Nonny, Romance Divas)
by Elle Fredrix
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Although Megan Dempsey hates amusement parks, she hates disappointing her 12-year old son even more. So when his plans with a friend fall through, he ropes her into going along. Things go downhill from there. First, an incident with a mustard-oozing hotdog paints her breast golden. Then running into-literally-Mitchell Carter, a man who has stirred her emotions for more than year, mortifies her even more. When their paths repeatedly cross, she recognizes interest in Mitch's gaze. Megan's day is about to get a whole lot better!
May 20, 2007
In a valley, not so far and not too near,
I met a horse from whom I had nothing to fear.
Her name was Leah and she was blue,
and I'm almost certain that of her kind there are seldom few.
Her coat was a blue so bright
it sparkled and shimmered in the morning light.
I thought for sure I was seeing things when at that very moment,
sparkly blue Leah went and sprouted wings.
White wings that glimmered like glitter
and as I took a step back I observed that they really did fit her.
For magical and mystical she seemed to be
when she turned that beautiful blue head and looked at me.
The air seemed to sizzle and actually quite tickled.
Despite myself, I let out a giggle.
Things changed fast as I saw a shadow glowing over Leah's long nose
for that shadow had a unicorn horn to show.
And for all the magic I had just witnessed
I stood on my tip-toes and gave her a big kiss.
I stroked her glistening blue mane
and together in that valley,
we played where lilies had lain.
I know what you want to ask....... how do I know a blue horse with a unicorn horn and eagle wings?
Well, she exists in only my dreams.
So, I make sure to brush my teeth,
kiss my mommy and daddy and fall asleep fast
to make sure my Leah doesn't skip past.
Because, you see
it is only in my dreams
that I can make that special trip to
a valley not so far and not too near
where there waits my Leah Blue,
the horse that takes me on journeys I can't make
when I'm awake.
"........Magic flows through us, mystery infuses every encounter of every day. We conjure up the shoe that cannot be found, transform leftovers into a feast, coax bounty from barren earth, banish fear, heal hurts, make money stretch til the end of the month. We carry, cradle, nurture and sustain life. We do all this and much more. But most women are not aware of their tremendous power for good. We are asleep to our Divinity. We're not consciously awakened to the realization that we are descendants of an ancient, sacred lineage; the She.
Isn't magic what you're performing when you create an authentic lifestyle for yourself and those you love? Aren't you shaping unseen forces with your creativity and soul-crafts, bringing into the physical world through passion what has only existed in the spiritual realm? If you can do this unconciously, how much more could you accomplish if you were fully aware of your powers?"
**Excerpt taken from Simple Abundance, A Daybook of Comfort and Joy
Could I ever look at it in a different way? Well, sure I could, but how realistic is that? While I'm writing out bills or coaxing my son to sleep it's super hard to remember that what I'm doing is essential to my life. And yet, just as essential to my life are the mundane details, so is the realization that what I'm doing is "rising to the occasion". If I look at it in that way, I have a better understanding and I am a little more willing to proceed with my tasks with a smile rather than a scowl.
Realizing you are superb in "rising to the occasion" is much like finding a gem, you want to savor it, keep it in a safe and easily accessible place so that you can always be reminded you have it. Longfellow believed that situations that call forth our coping abilities are "celestial benedictions" in evil disguises, sent not to deflate our souls, but to fulfill them.
"Most women are geniuses at rising to the occasion. But we've never realized how extraordinary this talent really is, because it's second nature by now. We've never given credit where credit is due, because we've never given coping much thought. But if women who cope wellran everything, Nirvana wouldn't only be the name of a grunge band.
We become more adept at rising to the occasion each time we see ourselves doing it. Every time we cope well with whatever life throws our way, it's another deposit of confidence, creativity, and courage in our self esteem account. So congratulate yourself each night for handling the unexpected with finesse. Well done.
Today, when you need to rise to the occasion, do it with style. Do it with a knowing smile. Confound them. Astound yourself. Make it look easy, and it will become so."
**Excerpt taken from Simple Abundance, A Daybook of Comfort and Joy, by Sarah Ban Breathnach**
Acknowledge the goddess within that rises up and accomplishes everything that she does. Every time you load and unload the washer and dryer, have confidence that it takes an exceptional woman to do everything you do and still take the time to make sure her family has clean clothes. Every time you tuck your children in at night, be comforted in the fact that even though you're hanging on by your fingernails, you're there, ensuring their security and letting them know how very much they are treasured.
Pat yourself on the back, reward the lovely lady you are. Only then can you truly be there for everyone else, only then can you truly put into the world what you are meant to. With a satisfied soul, the happiness spreads, becomes contagious. Honor yourself, your heart, spirit and everything you are, every day. Trust that you create Everyday Magic just by being who you are and "rising to the occasion".
*Previously published in Primitive Times Magazine
1. The Misanthtropic: Name something (about humanity) you absolutely hate.
Mean-ness or bullying. I hate that people feel it necessary to pick on others. I was suspended from high school for two weeks for fighting half the football team after happening upon them teasing a mentally retarded boy that attended my art class.
2. The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent or bogus.
My best friend of 12 or more years. She met someone over the internet and now has changed her email addy's and won't return my phone calls.
3. The Malcontent: Name something you’re unhappy with.
oh, boy, lol. Just one??...J/K. At this very moment I'm unhappy with my inability to stand up for myself. I have "sucker" written across my forehead and I just let anyone take advantage.
4. The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.
I give my son credit....it's name is laughter.
5. The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it.
My eyes. They're weird, lol. They're very green but I have flecks of a gold color in one eye and not the other.
6. The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for.
I wish for an intuitive sense when it comes to my son. To be able to detect what is wrong, what I can do to help.
Well, while at the forum today, i ran across Seely Deborn's blog.....DELUSIONS OF ELOQUENCE. It was the funniest shit I've read in weeks. Check it out if you have time!
May 19, 2007
The Spirit Within
Now she has to decide whether to let this lady-killer into her life for fear of attracting a real killer.
GOTHIC BLUE - Portia Da Costa
'What are you going to do to me?' Belinda asked defiantly. 'Beat me or something?
Smack my bottom? I'm sure that's what you decadent aristocrats live for - a chance to humiliate the lower orders.' Even as she was speaking, this idea - which should have seemed horrendous - was becoming highly exciting.
At an archduke's reception, a handsome young nobleman falls under the spell of a malevolent but irresistible sorceress.
Two hundred years later, Belinda Seward also falls prey to sensual forces she can neither understand nor control. Stranded by a thunderstorm at a remote Gothic priory, Belinda and her boyfriend are drawn into an enclosed world of luxurious decadence and sexual alchemy.Their host is the courteous but melancholic Andre Von Kastel; a beautiful aristocrat who mourns his lost love. He has plans for Belinda - plans which take her into the realms of obsessive love and the erotic paranormal.
"Above all else, Gothic Blue is a romance. There are plenty of supernatural elements, and more than plenty erotic interludes. Portia Da Costa does many things very well: plot, characterisation and (in the case of this title) she injects a credible suggestion of the supernatural in a realistic world. She's renowned for writing sex scenes that are so hot they sizzle and, in Gothic Blue, she does not disappoint." ~ Ashley Lister, Erotica Readers and Writers Association
"Packed with sex and kink, this is a novel that still retains a mysterious and powerful air. A hint of the supernatural is mixed with a fun gothic setting as a tale of intertwining romances is told by Da Costa with aplomb. A highly recommended novel" ~ E.T.O – Issue 44 March 07"the sex is relentlessly intense!" ~ Forum
Originally published by Black Lace in 1996 - new reprint April 2007 [US]
Read an excerpt at Portia's Prose [NB. excerpt is NC 17 and suitable for adults only]
Gothic Blue is available from Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com
PORTIA DA COSTA
It's a three novella anthology...
Published By: Amber Quill Press
Release Date: April 2007
Written as: Cassidy Kent
A sexy first date, an unexpected encounter, and a torrid reunion. Three smoldering stories of reckless passion stoke the fires of one very wicked winter…
In her last year of high school, Dane Harley, a foster kid with no direction, met John Stratton, a Pittsburgh rich kid with a penchant for trouble. She visits him a decade after disappearing from his life, only to discover he’s moved on. Their subsequent affair speaks of the torrent of passion and love that still binds them.
CEO Noel grants a boy’s Christmas wish by escorting sexy single mother Maura around Manhattan on Christmas Eve. The spark between them is immediate, but the distance between Park Avenue and the Jersey suburbs is immense. Are their worlds too dissimilar to merge or can they bridge the distance with love?
What Lies in Winter
Workaholic Hayley vacations in the mountains and meets author, Nicholas. He might be a solitary beast but Hayley is hell-bent on disrupting his peaceful balance. A blizzard makes them share quarters and their fiery personalities melt the ice caps off the mountains.
The Time to SNAP! is now
Snap! by Shelley Munro
An inheritance should be something pleasant, like money or jewelry or a personal memento. That's exactly what accountant Alice Beasley is expecting the lawyer to announce at the reading of her aunt's will--a nice surprise to ensure her future security.
Instead Alice inherits a condom company called Fancy Free along with numerous associated problems: elderly board members who are more preoccupied with cake, coffee, knitting and frank discussions of sex; worrying troubles with production and design; the attentions of a stalker with a costume fetish, and then there's the manager--James AKA Mr. Dashing. He makes her very nervous indeed.
It's clear to Alice she has fallen down a rabbit hole into a chaotic Wonderland, and she's waiting for someone to pinch her awake. Alice wants normal, she wants security and love, but what she gets is fun and passion and physical pleasure while bad boy James teaches her about managing a condom company...
Read an excerpt here
Adventure into Romance with Shelley Munro
From the Ashes is now available at Twilight Fantasies Publications.
FROM THE ASHES is the story of Hannah Reed, a mortal in love with Will Caldwell, a pyreweld demon. Hannah and Will make a sexual commitment to one another only to have Will leave when another pyreweld—a female—passes through town.
Two years pass and Hannah is haunted by her unresolved feelings for Will. Just when she believes she is capable of entering into a new relationship with Michael Parker, Will returns to Jasper—alone. The pressure of Will’s return and his eagerness to pick things up where they left off, as well as her confusion about her feelings toward Michael, causes Hannah to leave Jasper in the hopes of achieving some much needed mental clarity.
Read an excerpt here.
May 17, 2007
But, I have felt passion. Undeniable, throbbing passion.
When I was 14, I met my first love. We lived in townhouses, his being across the way from mine. He came out one day as I idly kicked a soccer ball against the wall at the end of the courtyard. One stray kick and the ball went whizzing past my head. He kicked it back from me, and from that moment on, we were inseperable. I lost my virginity to him that year and it wasn't a pleasant experience. I cried through the whole thing and to this day I have no idea why.
That first year was absolute and complete head over heels. I was addicted to him as he was to me. We talked and planned of our future together, night after night, day after day. But, after that first year, my love quickly became a nightmare. Prone to fits of rage, my teenage boyfriend would lash out, throwing things at me, eventually resorting to slapping and kicking. He was, by far, the biggest boy in school. As a sophomore in our high school he stood six foot two and was easily over 200 pounds. Naturally, nobody messed with him and nobody messed with me either, for fear of having their heart ripped out by my gorilla of a boyfriend.
Fast forward to almost four years later, and it ended. Just as quickly as it began, the fire he had set off in my heart that day singed out. I loved him irrevocably one minute, the next, I couldn't stand the sight of him. I was tired of being abused (though I didn't know that I was at the time) and I was tired of hiding. Hiding bruises form everyone else and hiding who I really was from him.
In between, I had a few relationships, but nothing worth mentioning. Then, I met my ex-husband. A man that could move on the dance floor and make my heart skip a beat when he spoke to me in spanish. He was Puerto Rican and came from a huge family. Again, I loved him unconditionally, thruthfully. And as with my first "love" there was no romance, no soft wooing in the moonlight, just a burning below the surface that didn't seem to need any help fanning to life. And, as with my first "love", he became nasty. This vicious pattern kept repeating itself in my life, one over the other, rolling into thick masses of black clouds that I couldn't seem to find my way out of.
With both, I knew some sort of passion. Passion that had us tearing and ripping into each other's clothes like the apocalypse was drawing near. But, was it passion or lust? And what was the difference? Was this "passion" I was feeling a sign of my love for them, or a silly superficial lust that came as fast and as hard as it would surely die?
Maybe so. One thing I do know is that since, I have felt real passion. Not the kind you feel when there's a hot guy across the room eyeing you down. I'm talking about the kind where you listen to someone talk and fight the urge to bring them in close. Not just because of their physical presence, but because of who they are, the very air around them whirring in a hurricane, sucking you in and up.
Here's my question, have you ever felt that way about someone and can honestly say it's not just a physical reaction??......That there has been something more beneath the surface?....Not only setting your nerve endings on fire, but intoxicating your mind as well? Have you ever felt drunk while speaking with someone and not had a lick to drink?? Why do you think you reacted this way? Do you think there could've been something in the air? Something making you react that way besides appearance?
May 15, 2007
The link will take you to my image and you can vote for me at the top right...thank you!!