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Tawny Taylor's "Some Like It Hot!" Contest

Starting October 25th, 2010, Tawny Taylor will be hosting a writing contest.

The final judge is an editor from Ellora's Cave.

The Prizes? Read on!

All SubGenres of erotic romance accepted, including:

~Contemporary~Fantasy~Futuristic~ Shapeshifter/Vampire~BDSM~

*You may submit one chapter–not to exceed 5000 words. Stories must be complete and unpublished.

*Each Monday, two stories will be selected by an Ellora's Cave editor who is actively acquiring. At the end, six weekly winning authors will submit a partial (first three chapters, last chapter and synopsis) to the final judge for ranking.

The first place winner will receive …

A critique of the full winning manuscript by EC editor Grace Bradley!

The second place winner will receive…

A critique of the partial manuscript by EC editor Grace Bradley (first three chapters, last and synop).

The third place winner will receive…

A critique of the first chapter by EC editor Grace Bradley.

Details at: Tawny Taylor Some Like It Hot Contest

Bad, Bad Things

Bad, Bad Things hits the virtual shelves today from Ellora's Cave. As part of the new GenEdge line, it's a change of pace from my usual fare. I loved writing Ofelia's tale and can't wait to finish the others!

Ofelia Brandt, D-list actress and tabloid princess, needs money—and she needs it fast. Her hot mess of a sister has gotten herself in deep with some really scary people. It's up to Ofelia to deliver the money they're demanding on deadline, or else. With her back against the wall, Ofelia knows she has only one choice. Blackmail.

Her mark? Sexy-as-sin Russian billionaire, Sergei Alexandrov, star of a kinky sex video that Ofelia went to great lengths to steal. After a steamy encounter in his car, Sergei agrees to pay for the video…but he wants one more thing. Ofelia. For one night. Preferably naked.

There's always a price when you do bad, bad things…

Reader Advisory: Our heroine is what you might call a "free spirit"—as demonstrated in a hot-on-hot-on-hot scene with a couple of her girlfriends.

To read an excerpt clicky clicky.

Fast Girls Trailer

The totally fab Rachel Kramer Bussel did a saucy bubble bath reading of two excerpts from the Fast Girls anthology. (My short sotry Fireworks is in the anthology.) Enjoy!

English Vice

*Fair Warning:  This excerpt contains graphic content and language.*

My latest naughty tale released today at Ellora's Cave. I had a ton of fun writing this one because I was able to explore some of the darker fantasies lurking in the far recesses of my mind. A few people have asked about the title. English vice is actually a term used to describe spanking games, particularly over-the-knee style paddling and over-the-desk caning. If you're brave, Google it. But don't say I didn't warn you first!

Here's a blurb and excerpt for your enjoyment. You can read another snippet or purchase at Ellora's Cave.

Blurb:

Every Wednesday night, Jas revels in the debauched sexual games Cy concocts. The stinging kiss of leather, the burn of hemp rope and the soft thud of suede transport her to plains of ecstasy beyond her wildest dreams. Pain and pleasure. Submission and trust.

For Cy, these evenings feed his need for kink and fuel his addiction to Jasmine, his luscious Latina goddess. With Jas, he finds that deeper connection he's always craved. He senses she needs him just as desperately. And it terrifies him.

Love and lust—Cy knows only too well how the two can be confused. Jas knows differently…but convincing Cy means denying herself her greatest desire.

Excerpt:

*Warning* Not for the faint of heart or those objectionable to explicit sexual content

Heart in his throat, Cy barged into Jas' office and quickly shut and locked the door behind him. Startled, Jas looked up from the fridge. Her green eyes widened as she tightly gripped a plastic container in her hand. She swallowed hard. A satisfied thrill rippled through his belly. "Put that back in the fridge."

"What?" Amusement and confusion skipped across her face.

"Put it back in the fridge." Cy turned his back on her as he twisted the thin plastic rods controlling the slats of the black blinds. With the blinds closed, he walked toward the stereo unit hooked into her MP3 player and increased the volume. He shrugged out of his jacket and placed it on the nearest chair. He heard the fridge door close and caught her gaze as she turned toward him. He noticed the tic in her cheek. Just as he wanted her…

Without a word, Cy sat on the simple wooden chair behind her desk. Any other day he would have complained about the uncomfortable seat, but not today. The chair had no arms and would serve his purpose well. Their gazes clashed and held. The uncertainty and hunger there was unmistakable. Cy patted his lap. "Come here, Jasmine."

Jas glanced at his legs and then his face. He thought she might refuse. After a second's hesitation, she did as he'd asked. Without prompting, she assumed the spanking position, resting the full weight of her body on his lap. Cy's mouth went dry at the sight of her turned over his knees. He plucked the claw-like clip from her hair and tossed it onto her desk. His fingers ran through her loose black curls. As he surveyed her penitent form, Cy noticed the hot pink and lime green sneakers on her feet. He'd have expected some kind of strappy sandal on anyone else, but Jas was always business and safety in the lab.

When his left hand touched the small of her back, she relaxed into him. He heard a soft sigh escape her lips. Ever so slowly, he pulled up her tiered skirt and bared the pink cotton panties beneath. He cupped her buttocks through the fabric and marveled at the gooseflesh spreading across her skin. Grasping the elastic waist of her panties, Cy peeled them down to reveal the tanned flesh he loved so much. Faint lines still covered her ass from the caning he'd given her more than a week ago. He brushed his hand across her skin, warming it with his palms. Already his cock twitched at the sensation of being in control.

"You've been avoiding me," Cy said as his hands kneaded her fleshy cheeks.

"Yes," Jas breathlessly replied.

"Why?" He waited for her answer but there was none. His left hand came down hard against her right cheek. She wiggled on his lap. Cy smacked the left cheek and then the right again with rapid strokes. Jas inhaled sharply. "Why, Jasmine?"

"I can't," she said, strained.

"Can't?" He slapped her ass harder this time, letting the blows fall multiple times. "Or won't?"

"Please…"

Cy didn't pause his spanking. He knew that tone of voice all too well. She wasn't asking him to stop but to continue. He gave her exactly what she wanted. A hot blush colored her skin where his palm landed time and again. She squirmed and moaned, rocking her pelvis against his thigh. If he slipped his fingers between the silken lips of her sex, he'd find her slick cream waiting for him. She needed him just as badly as he did her…

Midnight Craving

Midnight Craving, my first release with Samhain, is out today. Writing this novella was so much fun. There's just something about sexy half-angels and tempting half-demons that revs my engine! Working with my fabulous editor, Deborah Nemeth, to tighten the storyline and amp up the plot was just as cool. I really learned a lot on this book.

I hope you'll enjoy the first installment in Jace and Isla's story! Can't wait to get the next one out to you!

When the craving takes hold, the only thing to do is ride it out…

Midnight Vice, Book 1

Patrolling Houston's gritty supernatural underbelly has its perks. For Isla Alvarez, it's working alongside nephilim SWAT Officer Jace Lane. Ruggedly handsome and possessed of mad skills, Jace embodies everything she's ever wanted.

Unfortunately, the demonic blood pumping through her veins keeps them separated, since relationships between human descendants of archangels and demons aren't actively encouraged. Staying away from him, though, is impossible after she winds up on the receiving end of a nasty sexual-compulsion curse, courtesy of a sadistic vampiress. Suddenly Isla is overwhelmed with a life-threatening lust only Jace can sate.

Jace's principles were once strong enough to resist his longing for the alluring Isla, but in the face of her desperate craving, his desire breaks free—leaving him wondering if she's not the only one affected by the spell. He'd be more than happy to satisfy Isla's increasing need for sexual release, if they weren't in a race against time to reverse the curse before it turns deadly.

For Isla, it's not just her life she's worried about losing. It's her heart.

Warning: Contains wicked hot shower sex, raging-hormone-induced naughty language, driving under the influence (of overwhelming lust) and smiting of demons and vamps.

Excerpt:

Jace sagged as his feet finally touched solid ground in what appeared to be a parking garage. He hated teleporting. It just wasn't natural for bodies to move through time and space like that. It was also an irksome reminder of the stark differences between them. While demons and archangels could appear anywhere at will, only the descendants of demons inherited that trick. It had to do with the laws of temptation.

Isla patted his back and told him to breathe. He shot her an annoyed look. Before he could offer a snappy retort, his eyes landed on the silver '69 Chevelle SS right behind her. "Whoa!"

"My baby." A broad grin on her face, Isla fished a key ring from her pocket and unlocked the passenger door. "It was Daddy's project car. He never got around to fixing it up while he was alive. Took me years to learn enough to do it myself."

"Why have I never seen this before?" Jace ran his hands over the wide black racing stripes on the hood. "I would have noticed this in the parking lot at work."

Isla shrugged. "This is my pleasure vehicle. Besides, it's just easier to skip between work and home. If I wasn't so damned tired, we'd make chase like that, but I just don't think I have the energy today."

At her weary tone, Jace gave her the once-over. She looked a bit deflated and haggard around the eyes. "I don't want you expending yourself, Isla. Renata's likely to put up a hellacious fight. You're going to need your strength."

"And supplies." Isla walked around and popped the trunk.

Jace whistled as he took in the stockpile she had hidden there. "And here I was worrying we'd have to hit up headquarters for a resupply."

Smiling, she snatched a backpack from the trunk and shoved it into his hands. "I'd prefer it if you didn't open any of the demon-vaporizing powders and potions in there. It's windy and a face full of that shit really stings."

Jace nodded as he rifled through the backpack and considered the finer points of fighting demons with a half-demon at his side. He pulled out a handful of bullet clips. "I'll stick to the modified rounds."

"Good choice." Isla slammed the trunk closed. "Vamos."

Jace slid into the passenger's seat and exchanged some of his vampire-killing weapons for demon-vanquishing ones. The car roared to life, his seat vibrating beneath him. He heard the snap of Isla's lap belt and glanced over.

Her eyebrows lifted. "I'd buckle up if I were you."

Jace didn't have to be told twice. He dropped the clips in his lap and grappled for his lap belt. He'd barely snapped it in place when Isla pressed the clutch and gas and shot out of the parking space. She sped down the curving levels of the garage, wheels squealing, feet moving back and forth between the pedals with the barest of pauses.

When they reached the exit facing out on a busy downtown street, he expected the vehicle to stop—but it didn't. Eyes wide, he pumped an imaginary brake. They raced onto the street, the tail end of the Chevelle swinging wide before it snapped straight. Miraculously, they fit into the tiniest space between speeding cars. "Jesus Christ!"

"Calm down," Isla chided, her hand effortlessly guiding the gear shift as she depressed and released the clutch. "You know I can see things."

"I don't care." Jace gripped his lap belt and eyed the dashboard. He cursed the lack of airbags. "For all we know, the curse has fucked with your radar. I'd like to not find out you're off by a few seconds when we're T-boned by a semi."

Isla rolled her eyes and zipped down the bustling street toward a northbound I-45 on-ramp. He breathed easier at the thought of more space for her jarring maneuvers but his relief was short-lived. She punched the gas, moving through the gears as she tried to outrace the semi barreling toward them in the merging lane. Like a bat out of hell, she swerved onto I-45, cutting a hair's breadth in front of the semi and sliding across two lanes of traffic to an opening.

"Where the hell did you learn to drive? The James Bond School for Stunt Drivers?"

Isla snorted. "I wish."

The Chevelle gained speed quickly, bypassing the already-speeding vehicles surrounding it. Isla weaved the car in and out of traffic, making up lost time in their pursuit of the demons who had firebombed his Tahoe. Jace didn't have to ask where they were heading. The last house on the list wasn't actually in Houston but on the shores of Lake Woodlands, an extremely wealthy enclave just north of Houston. Unless the Porsche was stopped by one of the Midnight Vice patrol units, it was almost a given the demons would beat them to Renata's last hideout. And that was a bad thing.

Isla flicked on the stereo. She picked up the iPod stuffed into the console organizer straddling the floorboard hump and plugged an adapter into the cigarette lighter. Seconds later, eighties pop—German eighties pop—filtered through the speakers.

"'99 Luftballons'?" Jace couldn't help but laugh. "Weren't you still in diapers when this came out?"

"Yeah. Not so much." Isla checked her rearview mirror. "I didn't make my debut into this world until three or so years after this song hit the big time." She frowned at him. "But, really? You're going to laugh at my choice of music? Dude, how many times have I heard you belting out 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' in the showers at work?"

Embarrassment gripped his chest. Was he really that loud? Who else had heard him singing? "What are you doing hanging around the guy's locker room anyway?"

Isla giggled at his defensive tone. "Well, you know me, Jace. I'm all about the sausage fest."

From anyone else, he would have been appalled, but from Isla it was par for the course. He barked with laughter.

She quirked a mischievous smile. "My quips, they slay."

"Something like that." Jace wiped the corners of his eyes. He had to admit the day had been enjoyable despite the absolute absurdity of their circumstances. He was beginning to understand why some officers left SWAT for patrol or detective work. There was obviously something nice about spending one's nights with the same person, working the same leads and cleaning up the streets. Usually he balked at the idea of leaving the often chaotic but always fulfilling world of SWAT. Entertaining the idea of being assigned a partner like Isla didn't.

His gaze drifted to the setting sun. Another half hour and it would be dark. Renata would be loose on the town. Even with the dragnet keeping her contained to Houston, there was just too much ground to cover in such a short amount of time.

Jace snuck a furtive glance in Isla's direction. The relaxed expression she'd worn after their laugh had vanished. Tension radiated throughout her features. Her right knuckles were nearly white from gripping the shifter. Her left hand shook against the steering wheel. She swallowed hard and kept her focus forward on the traffic.

Over the last few hours, he'd learned to recognize the signals. She needed him. Now.

Without a word, he unbuckled his seat belt and slid across the bench seat to the middle spot. He snapped his new belt in place and cupped her neck before pressing a kiss to her temple. "Can you keep driving?"

She gulped. "I think so."

"We can pull over somewhere."

Isla quickly caught his gaze. "We don't have time."

Jace nodded and kissed her neck, a teasing grin curving his lips. "Try not to kill us."

Pick up a copy at Samhain. Or, if you're a Kindle lover, here.

Refuge

Refuge, a futuristic erotic romance, released tonight at Liquid Silver. This is the first installment of my Skyport Virgo series. I hope you'll enjoy reading about Pike and Laleh as much as I loved writing about them!

Blurb:

As a political refugee on twenty-fourth century Earth, Laleh Sarafpour suddenly faces deportation to her hellish home planet because of a ridiculous clerical error. She never expects a chance meeting with Pike Grayson, a deliciously sexy Spacefleet admiral, to drastically change her life. In the span of a night, Pike saves Laleh from her sadistic half-brother sent to haul her back to the nightmare of her past life and offers her a chance to save herself: a marriage of convenience for naturalization papers.

From the moment Pike claps eyes on Laleh, he craves the breathtakingly exotic beauty. Pike's desire ignites the second she accepts his proposal, but her innocence in the pleasures of the flesh forces him to practice a little patience. With the gentlest of seductions, Pike introduces Laleh to all the naughty delights to be found in a marriage bed.

As they journey across galaxies to Pike's first command station, the sizzling attraction between the pair proves to be explosive. But when Laleh's past threatens to catch up with them, Pike risks everything to protect the woman who has managed to so perfectly capture his heart.

Excerpt:

Pike burst through the entrance to the fifth floor. He rolled his eyes in irritation upon the realization he'd come out at the opposite end of the floor. He raced passed the ascending apartment numbers. As he neared the forties, Pike heard the unmistakable shriek of a woman in pain. His heart jumped into his throat. A sixth sense told him that was Laleh.

Up ahead, a door opened and a concerned man stalked across the hallway, pounding on a door that Pike could only assume belonged to Laleh. Just seconds after the man's blue fist hit the door, it jerked open and another fist, this one tan, slammed into the neighbor's face. The blue man reeled backwards in shock, bright orange liquid spewing from the injuries to his mouth and nose. Another scream erupted from the apartment as the same man who'd been shadowing Laleh strode out of her apartment, obviously intent on continuing his attack on the neighbor.

His full concentration on pummeling the blue man, the assailant didn't seem to notice Pike as he bent down and grabbed the blue man's shirt. Pike took advantage of the element of surprise. As he closed the distance between them, Pike drew back his foot and landed a nasty blow to the assailant's head. The thudding sound of his boot contacting the attacker's face filled the hall. Pike threw his full weight into the downward movement of his elbow as he hit the back of the assailant's head. That was all it took to drop the bastard.

Pike paused just long enough to check out the wounded neighbor. The man raised an orange-smeared blue hand and waved him off, urging him to help Laleh. Pike pivoted and dashed into the apartment. His gaze moved around the ransacked living area and kitchen. His ears perked to the sounds of a scuffle in a back room. Glass shattered. Grunts and slaps filled the air. Something–someone–slammed into a wall with a sickening thud.

Stomach twisting, Pike raced toward the skirmish. He slid into a bedroom and found a hulking brute holding Laleh up against a wall, her feet dangling as he choked the life out of her. Laleh made weak gasping noises as her nails scratched at the man's hands. Pike rushed the brute and punched his fist into the man's temple over and over until he let go. Laleh slumped to the floor and made no noise. Pike fought the urge to run to her aid. Already the brute was turning his attention to him.

Pike recoiled with recognition. "Jai."

Prince Jai of the Hezman Empire curled his lip in a snarl. "Grayson." His dark gaze jumped from Pike's face to Laleh's. "I should have known she'd have whored herself out to a starman."

Realizing he could use the mistaken assumption to his benefit, Pike puffed out his chest. "Not just any starman." He tapped his chest. "An admiral, now."

Jai's jaw hardened as he seemed to waver between lashing out and maintaining some control. Finally, he uttered a noise of disgust and poked his finger in Pike's face. "You can't protect her forever. She will submit."

His piece said, Jai spun on his heel and left the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. Pike hurried to Laleh and scooped her up from the floor. Cradling her to his chest, he sat on the edge of her bed and gently turned her face. Fury raged through his body at the sight of blood trickling from her nose and the center of her split lips. Only the sensation of her steady breaths against his chin calmed him. He brushed the hair from her face and allowed his fingertips to drift down her cheek to her neck. Already purpling bruises marred her silky skin.

"Laleh?" Pike's shaky voice surprised him. He was a man who'd faced certain death on distant battlefields only to escape at the very last nanosecond, yet seeing this girl's battered body shook him to the very core. "Laleh?"

She stirred weakly. Thick eyelashes fluttering, she slowly came around. Her unfocused gaze searched his face, confusion clearly apparent in her glassy eyes. When her gaze settled, the slightest frown twitched her lips. "Pike?"

Relief flooded him. His chest constricted at the realization she'd just uttered his name for the first time. Pike swallowed hard. "Do you need medical attention?"

Laleh shook her head. "I just need a few moments."

Pike wasn't so sure but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. At the first sign of trouble, he was calling for medics. He suddenly remembered the injured neighbor in the hallway. He shifted Laleh onto the bed. "Will you be all right for a few seconds? I need to run out and check on the blue guy from across the hall."

Concern flooded Laleh's face. "Noozeen was hurt?"

He nodded. "Not badly but I'd like to make sure just in case."

"Of course."

"When I get back, we'll call the police to report this mess."

Laleh paled and wildly shook her head. "You can't."

"Why not?"

"They won't do anything but make it worse. He has diplomatic immunity, and I'm probably already on the deportation lists." Laleh's pleading gaze bore into him. "Please."

Her frightened tone struck a chord with him. He didn't want to know, but he had to ask. "Laleh," Pike said carefully, "how do you know Jai?"

Her delicate eyebrows arched in surprise. "You know Jai?"

"We had an altercation of sorts on Hezma-12 during our layover." Pike didn't elaborate, and Laleh didn't pry.

"I see."

"What is he to you?" Pike's chest clenched as he feared the worst. "Laleh?"

Tears shimmered in her blue eyes. "He's my brother."

"Your brother?" Shock filled his voice. "Then…" He rubbed his jaw. "Your father is Dari? The emperor?" She nodded stiffly. "And your mother was?"

"His third wife," Laleh quickly supplied.

"So that makes you–"

"A princess? Yes."

Any other young woman would have been thrilled to have been royalty but Laleh spoke with such sadness and reluctance. It was obvious she viewed her status as a burden. But that was a matter to ponder at another time.

"What did he want?" Pike was certain he wouldn't like the answer.

"To drag me home for my wedding."

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New Home!

So this is my revamped website! The fabulous gals at Author Design Services did such a wonderful job and I am thrilled with the new online digs!

I'm in the process of moving blog posts and excerpts and uploading my newest book covers. I'm hoping (fingers crossed) to have all of this done by the end of the week.

Thanks for visiting!