TORRID TEMPTATIONS

5 Hearts for SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF!

2012-02-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

I'm so excited! Marissa from Sizzling Hot Books gave my sexy Christmas romance SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF 5 Hearts!

"Sosie is an elf that has never really fit in at the North Pole, so she decides to try the South Pole. But, when the sled she is on has trouble, she is enchanted by the city lights, the BP world (Big People) and wanders away. Needless to say, the sled takes off without her and she is stranded in the city. Sosie is a charming character. She knows only what has been shown on the local North Pole news about the big world and so while a little bit knowledgeable, her innocence and naivety are absolutely charming and funny.Derek is a detective with the NYPD and when he finds Sosie, he can’t just let her venture about on her own. Taking her home may have been the best decision he’s ever made or it may turn out to be the worst when things start to fall apart. Derek is definitely an alpha male, but a gentleman with a heart of gold who likes to help women in trouble.I have to admit that I read Santa’s Wayward Elf in one sitting - I couldn’t walk away from Sosie. This is one of the most unique, sweet and yet still sensual holiday stories I have read in a long time. There wasn’t a slow point to be found in Santa’s Wayward Elf as Paige Tyler weaves for us remarkable characters within a fairytale life that really embraces the Christmas spirit and spreads it to everyone that touches the pages!"

Read an Excerpt!http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/ExcerptSantasWaywardElf.htmlWatch the Trailer!http://youtu.be/oEz-Rlqp0G4Buy it at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=4&products_id=622&zenid=bfe7e3fcc71ed5a58a86c82d95c01468Buy it on Amazon Kindle!http://www.amazon.com/Santas-Wayward-Elf-ebook/dp/B006965PP4/ref=sr_1_9?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1323187177&sr=1-9*hugs*

Sexual Deceptions by Rayne Forrest & Brenda Williamson

2012-01-29T00:01:00.000-05:00

Now available at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!
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Mischief at Midnight by Rayne Forrest

Madelyn Murphy isn’t your typical spoiled rich girl. She only has one household drone, after all. Why? Because she’s so liberal, she does her own cooking.

Triple D Drones’ owner, Dallas Dyson, has made a fortune in the service drone industry. He’ll even lend a helping hand himself if someone’s in a pinch.

When Madelyn’s service drone breaks just before a dinner party, she calls Triple D Drones for help. When the new “Dallas” prototype shows up to lend a hand, Madelyn finds she needs help with more than serving dinner. Isn’t service what a Triple D drone does best?

Slave of Saharic by Brenda Williamson

Renn Saharic needs a new Interactive Partner. At an auction selling replicas of women, he picks out the one he wants, but is outbid. However, luck is on his side when the new owner thinks the replica is broken, and sells Renn the love doll. Taking her home, Renn grows attached to his new possession and plays with her as if he were a boy in a toyshop, wishing she were real. Cadie is a slave from the planet Ceres. She pretends to be a replica to escape and ends up on Earth and in the hands of a new master that has no idea she’s real. While devising a plan for her freedom, she discovers Renn isn’t as bad as other men she’s known. His gentle passion makes it hard to leave. But love can’t be real if she stays to be the Slave of Saharic.

ISBN:
ebook: 978-1-60313-377-7
print: 978-1-60313-376-0

MISCHIEF AT MIDNIGHT by Rayne Forrest

Madelyn Murphy isn’t your typical spoiled rich girl. She only has one household drone, after all. Why? Because she’s so liberal, she does her own cooking.

Triple D Drones’ owner, Dallas Dyson, has made a fortune in the service drone industry. He’ll even lend a helping hand himself if someone’s in a pinch.

When Madelyn’s service drone breaks just before a dinner party, she calls Triple D Drones for help. When the new “Dallas” prototype shows up to lend a hand, Madelyn finds she needs help with more than serving dinner. Isn’t service what a Triple D drone does best?

EXCERPT

Dallas peeked around the corner and made sure Madelyn had closed her bedroom door. Of all the stupid, lame-brained ideas he’d ever had, impersonating a drone took the prize. He had to visit the little boy’s room in a big way, something drones didn’t do. Of course, a drone wouldn’t have sucked down a bottle of mineral water on the way to this assignment. He darted into the powder room and made the fastest pit stop of his life. It almost wasn’t fast enough.

“Dallas, where are you?”

He barely got his zipper safely up without unmanning himself before she flung the door open. Her brows knitted together, the most adorable quizzical expression on her face.

“What on earth are you doing?”

Thank heavens he could think fast on his feet and had an answer for her, a lie though it was.

“Straightening my tie, ma’am. Is it suitable?”

Madelyn smiled up at him, surprising him all over again with her open attitude toward drones. Most people treated them poorly and never recognized that a drone’s programming expanded with positive interaction. At least Triple D drones did.

“Here. Let me fix this for you.” Sparks danced on her fingers as she adjusted his tie. It was paradoxical that she wore an array of glittering diamonds and yet she maintained her own fingernails, not an applied cosmetic surface. “There. Perfect.”

She turned her back to him giving him a look at the long, graceful line of her spine. Her smooth skin glowed warmly from her bath, a bath that had been scented with tropical florals, heavy with plumeria.

“Can you zip me, please?”

She looked over her shoulder at him. He blinked dumbly at her. What had she said?

“Dallas, please zip my dress.”

He jumped to comply, clenching his jaw against the rush of longing that swept him as his knuckles brushed her soft skin. Ignoring the voice of reason, he ran his fingertips along the top of the garment, smoothing it. She dangled a necklace over her shoulder.

Dallas stepped closer to her, breathing in her exotic scent. He gently plucked the diamond collar from her fingers and draped it around the graceful column of her neck. The stones were real, but they couldn’t match Madelyn’s inner beauty. Everything he’d ever learned about women told him she was a rare gem.

And he was a drone, in her home for one purpose only—to serve dinner.

Like hell.

He fastened the clasp of the necklace and bent to her. His eyes closed as his lips caressed the soft skin of her shoulder, once, then again. Gentle kisses to lure her to a moment when he could confess his transgression and beg for her forgiveness. Madelyn inhaled sharply. To his utter amazement she tilted her head, inviting him to continue. Being ten kinds of a fool, he did, worshipping her with kisses.

She thought he was a personal pleasure drone and she clearly needed a moment of what those drones’ programming offered. How much more trouble could he be in if he gave it to her?

Dallas slipped his arms around her waist, splaying his hands across the gentle swell of her belly to pull her back against him. His manhood responded, surging strongly, swelling in quick wonderful jolts that echoed his racing pulse. His lips teased at her earlobe on their way to shower small kisses along her jaw.

She moaned, a low, dark sound of a woman caught unsuspecting by her own desire. Dallas bent her forward, his erection nestling between her buttocks. She boldly pressed her rump firmly to him, wiggling her hips. Her hand snaked between them, her questing fingers gauging his length and girth. Gooseflesh shivered across his belly and chest. His balls drew up close to his body. His penis throbbed with unwarranted anticipation and he reminded himself firmly that this momentary indulgence would not continue after the dinner.

“Oh, my,” she whispered breathlessly. “You really do have a few upgrades.”

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Electronic ISBN - 978-1-60313-377-7
ISBN print: 978-1-60313-376-0

Buy link: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=315&zenid=d584eb80484b9ca2b199666fe0cc1313

Rayne Forrest
http://www.rayneforrest.com
http://twentysixkeys.blogspot.com
http://www.myspace.com/rayneforrest

The Witch Stone

2012-01-17T00:01:00.013-05:00

The Witch Stone

by Brenda Williamson

Available from: Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

BLURB:

Azrielle Marris, a young witch not fully in charge of her powers, goes out one night using the magic of astral projection, and lands into danger. After crashing into an attractive man, she soon finds herself in bed with a passionate lover. When he leaves, claiming they can never be together again, she's left heartbroken, and yet, hopeful that she can change his mind.

Bram Latimer is a witch of a coven in charge of Wicca law. While investigating the mysterious deaths of witches, he meets the woman meant to carry his seed. There's an unwritten rule against emotional involvement. However, not even Bram anticipated the intense connection, and he challenges the high council's orders to abandon the woman he loves.

In the end, Azrielle wins Bram's heart, and he proves rules can be broken, when he dies to protect all that he loves.

EXCERPT:

The front door stood open. It didn’t seem right, and yet, he sensed all along, Azrielle knew he’d follow her. The living room, bathed in candlelight, confirmed his suspicions. A small fire for atmosphere, danced on a log in the fireplace, and in the air, hung a faint trace of cinnamon. Her plan to seduce him brought a smile to his lips, and rushed the anger completely out of his thoughts.

I don’t have all day, love, he thought-talked to her.

The idea of touching her one more time kept him light-headed. Entertaining the dream of her delicate kiss worked in opposition of his rule not to get involved. He decided a sip of her delicious lips would not help convince him to get far away from her.

Azrielle, come now. If you want to talk, I’m willing to explain my position better.

Sitting on a leather chair, he flicked on the television and waited for her intended grand entrance. Scrolling through the channels, he stopped at the weather channel and listened for the night’s forecast. Rain. He felt that prediction in his joints, but he always liked to double check.

I’ll leave if you don’t come in here soon.

When she didn’t reply, he straightened and tried sensing her in the house.

Azrielle?

She still didn’t respond, and the house took on an eerie silence. Bram jumped up from the chair. He checked every room unable to find her. Panic welled in his soul, and then he saw the sliver of light outlining the pull-down stairs in the third floor ceiling. He tugged the cord and raced up, ready to chastise her for scaring him.

I haven’t time for these games. He looked at her lying on a daybed.

She didn’t answer and he looked at her stillness suggesting she took flight.

His gaze drifted over the length of her physical-self lain out on the small mattress. Dressed in white shorts, a short red t-shirt, he stared the longest at her chest. Without a bra, her prominent nipples poked the cloth from beneath.

Bram rubbed at his jaw in thought and then looked at her face, quiet and serene. He wondered what kind of game she played with him. He inventoried the rest of her luscious body. No shoes, no socks, he looked at the pentagram tattoo on her ankle with the dagger symbol. He had seen that very symbol far too many times on dead witches.

Azrielle. He shook her arm.

Unresponsive, his heart fluttered toward panicking.

Azrielle, come at once. He ordered her aura.

He never failed in commanding an astral aura back to its physical self.

Azrielle, I don’t know what powers you have to resist me, love. But I need you to return right now.

Not a muscle twitched on her.

Everything felt wrong to him. He lifted a leg onto the bed and stretched out next to her. If he couldn’t get her to come to him, he’d go to her.

Bram gathered her close and tried not to think the worst. Cool and rigid, her shallow breath started to slow. In an instant, he took flight.

He landed in the darkest room, he’d ever seen. His hand went out to will any light available. One tiny flame sprung from the wick of a candle and he turned to it. Walls of stone faced him in all directions. As his eyes adjusted to the low level of light, he saw the table with Azrielle’s unconscious astral aura lying in suspended sleep.

He hadn’t ever seen anyone use such a powerful spell that it rendered a witch’s astral aura incapacitated.

Azrielle, open your eyes, love, he commanded.

He brushed the auburn hair from her face. The fragileness of her fading life pulled his lips to hers, and he kissed a warm breath of strength into her lungs. The spell or potion had a potency he couldn’t supersede. Scooping her up, he held her close.

No fear, love. I have you back. He kissed her forehead and took them to their physical-selves.

__________________________

Brenda Williamson
~ Seductive in Any Era ~

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Six Paragraphs From CUT GLASS: JEWELS, Book 2 - Ruby

2012-01-16T18:20:00.004-05:00

Six paragraphs from CUT GLASS: JEWELS, Book 2 - RUBY

An erotic, dark urban fantasy romance

by Linda Mooney

And now at Fictionwise at 15% Off (for a short time)

Cutler and David are reunited, and this time they will fight anyone who tries to separate them again. But when someone steals shards of defeated jewels, word is that an underground faction is trying to re-grow the deadly entities from those pieces. Cutler and David are assigned to help recover those shards before that can be accomplished. Because if they fail, the number of jewels will increase to where the delicate balance between lapies and demons will be compromised.

After which the wholesale slaughter of mankind will be imminent.

Warning: Contains strenuous hiking, shower sex, a traitor, Strychnine poisoning, a secret apartment, bell jars, emotional torture, slaughter in a hospital, and a job offer he can't refuse.

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1. They ate for another minute or two in silence. It was a comfortable interlude. They both needed the time to heal emotionally, and their companionship had always given them the chance to enjoy each other’s nearness. Finally, after being apart for so long, to be in each other’s company was like a long sought after wish being fulfilled. Coming back together was almost a healing in itself. It was like slipping on a comfortable article of clothing they had missed wearing. David reached across the table, palm up. Without hesitation, Cutler placed her hand in his and watched as he closed his fingers around it. That dainty hand could knock the ever-loving crap out of him. It could kill. It could do untold damage elsewhere. But he knew that deceptive-looking hand could also be incredibly gentle, as well as drive him sexually up the wall.

2. He smiled, his lips millimeters away from hers instead of inches. She could feel him breathing. The air from his nostrils feathered across her mouth. The urge to kiss him, the need to kiss him, ballooned within her. Hunger clawed at her heart. She had missed him so much, and to finally have him back was crippling her ability to concentrate. All she had to do was close her eyes and tilt her head back a tiny bit, and their mouths would connect. A small movement, the littlest effort, and...

3. “Because if our information is correct, the blue shard might be there. That’s the blue you defeated, Cut. If that diamond is actually there, you’re the only person who can identify it and be certain. And, hopefully, if there are any recreations of it, you might be able to spot the original, as well as tell us how the duplicates differ. In the meantime, I need you to heal up. You need to be a peak efficiency before you leave. As for you, Mr. Fellowes.” She gave David a steely glare. “You may have saved Cut after her battle with the blue, but from here on out things are going to get hairier. I know you worked homicide, and you’ve developed a thick skin, but are you prepared to face true horror on a regular basis?”

4. She grabbed the Walther and shoved it into her jeans pocket. Holding the bag of inert jewels in her teeth, she opened the door leading into the hallway. Double-checking to make sure it was safe, she grabbed David under the armpits and dragged him back to the office. With a little effort, she managed to hoist him out the window and get him back to the fence. Once she got him part-way under the fence, she backtracked to her swinging root, using the roof of the lab to give her the running start she needed to jump and snag it. Landing on the other side of the enclosure, she hurried back to pull him the rest of the way through, thankful he was unconscious. His limp, nearly lifeless condition made his body flexible enough to manage.

5. She lifted the jacket lapel and smelled David's scent clinging to the fabric. She recalled how they sat in the back of the pickup, her arms around him as he pulled his coat over her shoulders to keep her from getting chilled. She had snuggled against him, her cheek on his chest. As she absorbed his warmth, she'd fallen asleep, lulled by the sound of his strong, steady heartbeat. With his scent wrapped around her, Cutler drifted into unconsciousness.

6. Christine started to answer when there was a soft groan. Cutler automatically looked over at where Bar lay sprawled against the small fridge. Redness smeared the front of the white appliance. It was the wrong move to make. From the corner of her eye Cutler saw the foot aiming for the side of her face. She ducked, but not fast enough. The wooden heel of Christine's boot smashed into her cheekbone, and the world exploded in black pain.

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Linda Mooney
www.LindaMooney.com

5 Jumbo Mugs of Eggnog for SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF!

2012-01-10T00:00:00.001-05:00

I'm so excited! SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF got 5 Jumbo mugs of Eggnog from Penelop's Romance Reviews!

"This is an adorable, well-written holiday romance. One of Santa's elves gets lost in the Big Apple and has an unexpected adventure with a hot cop. Tyler did a great job with this story. It's a fun twist on the legend of Santa Claus and the North Pole, with a romantic suspense plot-line. The characters were wonderful, the sex was hot, and the ending was sweet. I will definitely be reading more books by Paige Tyler!"

Read the complete review here!
http://www.pennyromance.com/2011/11/quickie-holiday-reviewsfa-la-la-la-la.html

Read an Excerpt!
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/ExcerptSantasWaywardElf.html

Watch the Trailer!
http://youtu.be/oEz-Rlqp0G4

Buy it at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!
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*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.pigetylertheauthor.com
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com

A Hero's Bargain by Rayne Forrest

2011-12-29T00:01:00.000-05:00

A HERO'S BARGAIN

Now available at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
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When a poker game turns ugly, erstwhile gambler Ryder Vaughan runs for his life. After crash landing his ship on an unknown world it looks like his life will be a short one - until the lovely healer, Saba Duer, finds him and saves him. Smitten, Saba has no qualms allowing Ryder to seduce her.

In Ryder, Saba sees the coming of a hero to save her people. The deadly errol that has terrorized the Ramalho Clan for so many years has been spotted on a course that will bring it to the village. Ryder has a weapon that could destroy the creature. She strikes a bargain with him to secure his help. Ryder's not yet well and whole, but there is no choice. Saba has to let him go and face the truth -she's sent him on a mission to die.

Only Ryder has a plan and dying isn't a part of it.

EXCERPT from A HERO'S BARGAIN

“Have you pain?” she asked softly. He shook his head again.

“No. But I didn’t jiggle my back around.”

Jiggle? He must mean that he hadn’t moved the root nerve along his spine. That made perfect sense given her observations of him. She began folding the blanket that was draped across the foot of her bed.

“Let’s get this beneath you. Then you may have food.” She slipped an arm beneath his shoulders, helping him ease up. His face rolled against her breasts. He drew in a deep breath. She almost jerked away. Once he was propped up she dared to look at him.

His face was inscrutable. Too much so. She handed him the mug of thickened broth.

She should have poured it over his head for making her breasts feel so strangely. Her nipples tingled and itched. It was all she could do to keep her hands from rubbing them. The only thing that stopped her was the conviction he’d get some sort of perverse pleasure from the action.

“You wouldn’t deprive a dying man succor, would you angel?”

Succor, was it? She glared down at him.

“You are not dying. I’m on to your games now and you won’t be able to do that again.”

He laughed, a wicked, low sound that shivered across her nerves and teased her woman’s flesh to a tingling awareness of him. He took a cautious sip from the mug. Then another.

He drank it in rapid little sips as she watched. He had no difficulty swallowing and it appeared his stomach was not at all unsettled.
“Would you like a slice of bread?”

His gaze flicked up to hers. “You’ve been holding out on me? Shame on you, angel.”

“Is that a yes or a no?” She snapped at him.

He grinned. “Yes. I’d like a slice of bread.” He held the cup out to her. “Is there more of this?”

She snatched the mug from his hand and refilled it. “This is all there is for now. Would you like rettub on your bread?”

“Sure. Whatever that is.” He accepted the mug and began sipping again, slower this time. She handed him the bread and he dipped it into the liquid and took a bite. He repeated the action until the bread was gone.

“This is manna. Thank you. And thanks for rescuing me. I don’t know if I’ve told you that or not.”

“You did, but you do not have to thank us. Are you experiencing any discomfort?”

He shook his head and lifted the mug to his lips, draining its contents. “I can’t say as there’s any pain at all right now. I’d like to stay still and keep it that way.”

“I’m sure you would. But I should bathe you again.” She could get another look at his maleness. She was the healer, after all, and needed to have knowledge of many things.

“Oh, I think not. Call one of your minions for that. Get Tyree in here.”

“Tyree has more important things to do and I need to see how your wounds are healing. Some may need another application of salve.”

He gave her a calculating look. She refused to flinch.

“Angel, Tyree has nothing more important than a stranger in his village. Trust me on this one.”

“Tyree will ask for your weapons.”

“Tyree doesn’t know I have weapons unless you told him. Did you?”

She couldn’t lie. Her face would give her away. “No. I did not tell him. Not yet.”

“Why not? You should have.”

He was right and she knew it. “Tyree may be the headman of the village but he doesn’t know how to work your weapons. I would not have him examining them and injuring himself or others. You will show him your weapons in due time.”

He looked pleased she’d thought it through that far, his eyes lighting with amused respect. “You seem awfully sure of that. My weapons don’t belong here. I can’t let Tyree have them.”

She plucked the empty mug from his fingers and busied herself washing it. She had her opening. She couldn’t lose her nerve now. It was their only hope. She dried the mug and set it up on the shelf then turned back to Ryder.

“We need your weapons, and your help. If you agree to use your weapons to destroy the errol, we will pay you.”

His eyebrows shot up. His eyes darkened.

“Pay me, will you? With what? A ship so I can get back to my life? Tell me you have one. Lie to me, Saba.”

He had every right to be bitter over his circumstances. She understood, but his acerbic tone shocked her. She hadn’t considered anger. Anger could make him dangerous in ways nothing else would. Nonetheless, her mind was made up. It was her decision, be it folly or not.

“No. The coin I would pay you with is my body.”

A HERO'S BARGAIN
ISBN: 978-1-60313-668-6
Available now at http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=482

Rayne Forrest
website: http://www.rayneforrest.com
Blog: http://twentysixkeys.blogspot.com
Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/rayneforrest

Lighting Up the Holidays--Melisse Aires

2011-12-18T13:02:00.001-05:00

I will Light Up The Holidays with a Yule diary entry--one year later-- written by my heroine Sophie from Starlander's Myth.

One commenter will receive an ebook of Starlander's Myth!

New! CUT GLASS: JEWELS, BOOK 2 - RUBY, an erotic urban fantasy romance novel by Linda Mooney

2011-12-16T07:18:00.001-05:00

Now Available!

Cut Glass: Jewels, Book 2 - Ruby

An erotic urban fantasy romance novel
by Linda Mooney

Forget everything you think you know about mass murderers and crimes of passion, because now you’re going to learn the truth. People don’t decide one day to go out and kill as many people as they can, or wake up one morning, grab the nearest shotgun or axe, and proceed to hack apart their loved ones. They do it because they’re infected with a jewel, a creature of intense beauty and danger. Once the jewel takes over a host’s body, that person dies, leaving the jewel in total control to thrive on fear and horror.

Cutler and David are reunited, and this time they will fight anyone who tries to separate them again. But when someone steals shards of defeated jewels, word is that an underground faction is trying to re-grow the deadly entities from those pieces. Cutler and David are assigned to help recover those shards before that can be accomplished. Because if they fail, the number of jewels will increase to where the delicate balance between lapies and demons will be compromised.

After which the wholesale slaughter of mankind will be imminent.

Warning: Contains strenuous hiking, shower sex, a traitor, Strychnine poisoning, a secret apartment, bell jars, emotional torture, slaughter in a hospital, and a job offer he can't refuse.

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Hey, everyone! I'm also celebrating my 12 Giveaway Days of Christmas! Every day I pick one lucky name from the hat, and that person gets their choice of any one of my ebooks (PDF only). To become eligible, go to my website at LindaMooney.com and click on the logo (seen left). Winning names will be posted on my blog and Facebook.

Hurry! Contest ends Dec. 24th!

Starlander's Myth is featured at The Galaxy Express!

2011-12-13T22:36:00.000-05:00

I'm glad Heather had fun with it! http://www.thegalaxyexpress.net/2011/12/jack-sophie-meetsophie-and-jack.html

WCP TORRID 2012 CALENDAR NOW AVAILABLE!

2011-12-12T15:42:00.004-05:00

Be sure to get your new 2012 Whiskey Creek Press Torrid Calendar! There’s a total of twelve beautiful book covers with blurbs, all created by WCP Art Director Gemini Judson, that make up this high-quality 2012 calendar printed on thick 100lb paper and sold by Café Press at their website.

The covers featured in the 2012 Whiskey Creek Press Torrid Calendar by month include:

1) SOMEONE TO LOVE ME by Tory Richards, January 2012

2) MAKE ME YOURS by Marie Medina, February 2012

3) THE WILD ONE: EIREANN’S TALE by Brannan Black, March 2012

4) PRISONER OF DESIRE by Phoebe Grafton, April 2012

5) IN THE JAPANESE KNOT GARDEN by Yvonne Sarah Lewis, May 2012

6) RESISTING RACHEL: WARRIORS OF KELON BOOK 3 by Angela Castle, June 2012

7) DEEP by Linda Mooney, July 2012

8) ONCE UPON A MATE by Christine Kirchoff, August 2012

9) DEVIL MUSIC by E C Stacy and Thia Myles Vincent, September 2012

10) HOME TO HAWK RIDGE by Gemini Judson, October 2012

11) SECRET LOVE by Fiona McGier, November 2012

12) SANTA’S WAYWARD ELF by Paige Tyler, December 2012

You can preview the calendar at Café Press by clicking on this link:

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You can purchase the calendar at Café Press (select the red WCP Torrid Romance box) by clicking on this link:

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All the Staff at Whiskey Creek Press and Torrid Books wish you a wonderful holiday!

NEW RELEASE - SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF!

2011-12-10T00:00:00.001-05:00

I love writing holiday romances, especially Christmas-themed ones, but when my hubby (who is also my writing partner!) suggested we write a story about one of Santa's Elves, I was like, "You're kidding, right?" Silly of me, actually. I mean, we pulled off a zombie romance in DEAD SEXY, which turned out to be an EPIC Award Finalist, by the way. Hubby still had to do some convincing, but he did it, and as we outlined the story, I completely fell in love with the heroine Sosie, a guileless elf who doesn't fit in up at the North Pole and ends up stranded in NYC on Christmas Eve where she meets and falls head over heels for a hunky cop. I think you'll fall in love with her, too!

Happy Reading!

Being one of Santa’s elves isn’t all sugar plums and candy canes.

At least not for Sosie. Taller than the other elves, she’s always had a problem fitting in at the North Pole, so when the transport sled she’s on breaks down in New York City on Christmas Eve, she can’t resist slipping away to explore the world of the “big people.” While she’s having fun, the transport sled takes off, leaving the naïve elf stranded.

Fortunately, handsome police detective Derek Clayton comes to her rescue, offering to let her stay at his apartment. Having heard horror stories about the big people, Sosie is both surprised and relieved to meet such a kind, sweet man. Not to mention one so gorgeous and well-built.

Even though Sosie expects the North Pole to send out a search party any day, she finds herself falling for Derek. She desperately wants to tell him she’s an elf, but knows he’ll never believe her. When the lies and omissions start to pile up, Derek can draw only one conclusion—Sosie is working for the mob boss he’s been after for years.

Just when things seem like they can’t get any worse, the chief of elfin security shows up to drag Sosie back to the North Pole. How is a runaway elf supposed to overcome a determined security elf, dangerous mobsters and a suspicious boyfriend all while keeping her pointed ears a secret?

Excerpt:

By the time the party wound down a few hours later, Sosie was more aroused from her fantasies than she’d ever been in her life. She was an elf in lust and nothing was going stop her from getting Derek into bed with her tonight. She didn’t care how much of a gentleman he was, there was no way he was sleeping on the couch again. In fact, if she had her way, he wasn’t going to be sleeping at all.

After they got back up to his apartment, however, her confidence faltered. But then she thought of the frustrated night she would assuredly have ahead of her if she didn’t proposition Derek, and how much she would regret it when she left.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him. “I had a great time at the party. It was very nice of you to invite me.”

He grinned. “I’m glad you came. I had a good time, too.”

Sosie nibbled on her lower lip. Okay, it was now or not at all. Time to be a bold elf. She looked up at him. “You know, I feel awful about putting you out of your bed again. I was thinking maybe you might want to sleep with me tonight.”

He studied her in silence, his dark eyes unreadable. Sosie held her breath as she waited for him to say something. What if Tracee and Linda had been wrong? What if Derek wasn’t as “into her” as they’d thought?

“If I share the bed with you, Sosie,” he said softly, “sleeping is the last thing either of us will be doing.”

She gave him what she hoped was a flirtatious look. “Good. Then the mistletoe won’t go to waste.”

His mouth curved into a grin at the tiny sprig of greenery dangling from her fingers. “Mistletoe, huh?”

“I thought I could put it wherever I want you to kiss me.”

He chuckled. “Honey, you don’t need mistletoe for that. I’ve spent the past two hours fantasizing about kissing every inch of you.”

Her pulse skipped a beat. “You have?”

“Uh-huh.”

Cupping her face in his hand, he bent his head to cover her mouth with his. This time, there was no hesitancy in the kiss. This time, his mouth moved over hers with an urgency that left her breathless, and she had to cling to his shoulders to keep from melting as his tongue plunged into her mouth to take possession of hers. It was as if he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. The desire was mutual. She couldn’t get enough of him, either.

With a groan, Derek swung her up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom. She’d never had a guy do something so romantic before—mainly because she was always taller than the elf guys she’d slept with—but she decided it was very hot.

Once beside the bed, Derek set her on the floor, letting her slide slowly and deliciously down his body. Arms still looped around his neck, she pulled him down for another kiss. This time, she was the aggressor, her tongue seeking his and exploring every inch of his tasty mouth.

Derek groaned and ran his hands down her back to firmly cup her ass through the tight jeans she wore. She murmured her appreciation against his mouth as he pulled her more tightly against him. His erection strained against his jeans, pressing into her tummy. Mmm. Well, that answered the question as to whether he was well built everywhere. It felt as if he had a huge candy cane hidden in there.

Suddenly impatient to see how well built, Sosie ran her hands down his chest to the bottom of his shirt and urgently pushed it up. Derek must have thought she needed some help because he reached back and pulled it over his head to toss it on the floor.

She’d thought getting a glimpse of him without a shirt last night had been a treat, but seeing all that sculpted muscle up close was even better. Figgy, he was gorgeous.

5 Hearts from Sizzling Hot Books!

"Sosie is an elf that has never really fit in at the North Pole, so she decides to try the South Pole. But, when the sled she is on has trouble, she is enchanted by the city lights, the BP world (Big People) and wanders away. Needless to say, the sled takes off without her and she is stranded in the city. Sosie is a charming character. She knows only what has been shown on the local North Pole news about the big world and so while a little bit knowledgeable, her innocence and naivety are absolutely charming and funny.

Derek is a detective with the NYPD and when he finds Sosie, he can’t just let her venture about on her own. Taking her home may have been the best decision he’s ever made or it may turn out to be the worst when things start to fall apart. Derek is definitely an alpha male, but a gentleman with a heart of gold who likes to help women in trouble.

I have to admit that I read Santa’s Wayward Elf in one sitting - I couldn’t walk away from Sosie. This is one of the most unique, sweet and yet still sensual holiday stories I have read in a long time. There wasn’t a slow point to be found in Santa’s Wayward Elf as Paige Tyler weaves for us remarkable characters within a fairytale life that really embraces the Christmas spirit and spreads it to everyone that touches the pages!"

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Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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Beat Back the Winter Chills with Good, Bad and Kinky

2011-12-08T06:00:00.016-05:00

Time to heat things up with a sweetly naughty and wickedly nice ebook!

Call Me Lucifer and My Angel, both paranormal erotic romances with bondage and D/s, have been brought together and released as Good, Bad and Kinky [2 in 1].

Whether in Heaven, Hell or on Earth, everyone wants to be loved, and some enjoy kinky twists added in.

Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness, works hard handing out fitting punishments, but he’s ready for a change. Nia Adams is a sexy petite firebrand and his girlfriend. They are in love, but she lies to him about how she feels. While difficult to hear, the lie opens a door to their having a future together, but first she must go to Hell.

Ann Miller was murdered as a toddler and ended up in Heaven. She’s happy with her existence, but everything changes once she earns her Guardian Angel wings. With them fluttering happily around her, she discovers what being in love feels like and wants more. Ann is given the chance to really live, but there are conditions attached and they aren’t simple.

"...I do hope you read them both. They're sweet and sinful at the same time - a delightful combination." Reviewed by Chrissy, 5 Ribbons, Romance Junkies

There are a couple of blogs here on Torrid Temptations about these two delightful reads that offer a few fun tidbits about them.

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Cover for SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF!

2011-11-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

Got my cover for SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF and I so love it! It features the hunky Jimmy Thomas and Gemini Judson is the artist. It comes out Nov 15th with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!

Being one of Santa’s elves isn’t all sugar plums and candy canes.

At least not for Sosie. Taller than the other elves, she’s always had a problem fitting in at the North Pole, so when the transport sled she’s on breaks down in New York City on Christmas Eve, she can’t resist slipping away to explore the world of the “big people.” While she’s having fun, the transport sled takes off, leaving the naïve elf stranded.

Fortunately, handsome police detective Derek Clayton comes to her rescue, offering to let her stay at his apartment. Having heard horror stories about the big people, Sosie is both surprised and relieved to meet such a kind, sweet man. Not to mention one so gorgeous and well-built.

Even though Sosie expects the North Pole to send out a search party any day, she finds herself falling for Derek. She desperately wants to tell him she’s an elf, but knows he’ll never believe her. When the lies and omissions start to pile up, Derek can draw only one conclusion—Sosie is working for the mob boss he’s been after for years.

Just when things seem like they can’t get any worse, the chief of elfin security shows up to drag Sosie back to the North Pole. How is a runaway elf supposed to overcome a determined security elf, dangerous mobsters and a suspicious boyfriend all while keeping her pointed ears a secret?

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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The Starlander Frontier: Starlander's Myth~Melisse Aires~Released!

2011-11-01T00:29:00.011-04:00

My mixed genre steampunk spacewestern novella The Starlander Frontier: Starlander's Myth releases today from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

Being a gryphon shifter has put widow Mrs Sophie Farrel and her small daughter Flora in jeopardy. A corrupt mining officials knows she can detect valuable cryst and plans to sell her to the highest bidder.

Starlander's Myth is the first in a trilogy set in the Starlander Frontier universe, a world that is reminiscent of the Old West. It is a mixed genre novella, with elements of the paranormal, and is most definitely a romance between Jack Starlander, asteroid miner, and Mrs.Sophie Farrel, a widow with a small daughter. The Farrels also happen to be gryphon shifters.

Heat level: Sensual Romance

You can read an excerpt *here*.

Get Two of My Bestselling Books in One!

2011-10-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

You can now get ANIMAL ATTRACTION and ANIMAL INSTINCT, two of my bestselling books, in one megabook, so get ready to curl up with some sexy paranormal stories and fall in love with the hot and hunky twin werewolves, Hunter and Luke McCall!

ANIMAL ATTRACTION, EPIC AWARD FINALIST and Top Ten Bestseller!

Frustrated when none of the real newspapers will hire her as a reporter, Eliza Bradley takes the only job she can get – at a paranormal magazine. Her first assignment takes her to Fairbanks, Alaska to investigate the possibility that a werewolf has killed two local hikers.
Eliza forgets about the story, however, when she meets Hunter McCall, a local college professor and an expert on wolves. The man is an absolute hunk, and she finds herself spending more time in his bed than worrying about werewolves. That is, until she finds out that Hunter isn’t just an animal in the sack, he’s an animal out of it, too - of the werewolf variety! Talk about a complicated relationship.

But Eliza can’t dwell on Hunter’s little shapeshifting issues. There’s another werewolf out there with a taste for human blood, and she and Hunter are the only ones who can stop him.

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ANIMAL INSTINCT, #1 Bestseller!

Artist Heidi Gibson is spending the summer up in Anchorage doing some painting when she gets attacked by a crazed wolf. She is rescued by golden-eyed wildlife biologist Luke McCall, who calmly informs she has been bitten by a werewolf and will turn into one during the next full moon. Thinking he’s obviously out of his mind, she can’t get away from him fast enough.

When strange things start happening to her, however, she begins to think the ruggedly handsome biologist could be right. Not knowing what else to do, she goes to Luke and is stunned to discover that he knows so much about werewolves because he’s one himself.

As Luke teaches her what she needs to know about being a werewolf, Heidi finds herself falling hard for the Alaskan hunk. But while they’re intent on each other, the werewolf that attacked her comes back into the picture, and he’s not exactly happy that another of his kind is trying to take the woman he believes is his rightful mate.

Can Luke and Heidi's attraction overpower the jealousy of the rogue werewolf?

Watch the Trailer!
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Read an Excerpt!
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Buy the MegaBook at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!
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You can also buy each book indivicually in eBook or Print!
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Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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New! DEEP, an erotic sci-fi romance by Linda Mooney

2011-09-16T08:37:00.000-04:00

DEEP

An Erotic Sci-Fi Romance Novella
From Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=5&products_id=607
Word Count: 39.7K

As one of Earth’s Galactic Enforcers, Lawn Bascomb is assigned to Area R6Y6 for the duration of one year. Her only companion in this desolate section of space is Deep, her sentient Vogt ship.

The Vogt line is an experimental breed of unique vessels, each with its own artificially enhanced intelligence, created specifically for use at the deep space guard posts. Able to project himself in holographic form, Deep is not only Lawn’s sole fellow crew member, but he is also her confidant and friend. It isn't long before he becomes her lover.

But their tenuous arrangement is suddenly and fatally shattered when their post is threatened by an unknown and perhaps alien force. Lawn and Deep soon face the realization that, in order to save Earth, one—or both of them—must die.

Warning: Contains ship sex, governmental cover-ups, an orgasmic indoctrination, temperamental buoys, self-sacrifice, alien invasion, and doing the 9-to-5 in the buff.

Got my Release Date for SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF!

2011-09-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

I got my release date for SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF, my fantasy erotic romance from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid! It comes out Nov 15, just in time for Christmas! Yay!

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Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Reza by Rayne Forrest

2011-08-29T06:00:00.001-04:00

The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Reza
(book three)

Available now at:http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=385&zenid=380100bb67b58128ea55d68f2724ae18

Reza Breen holds the key to unlock the secret to her people's exile on the little planet of Colony. The very name of the people, Yahto, means exile. Or does it?

Decimated by a plague of unknown origin, Reza, a healer, has fought to save the Yahto. Then an act of bravery makes her an outcast with an impossible future. Determined to save her people, she runs headlong into a sexy brick wall named Mick Coulter.

Michael ‘Mick’ Coulter built his career as a crack trouble-shooter. Assigned as the first officer of the Rea Cheveyo, Mick is in the niche he wants to fill until his military career ends in a few short years. Then he's promoted to captain. His first assignment—protect a beautiful, stubborn outcast bent on courting danger.

Getting command of the Rea Cheveyo is something Mick never expected.

Neither is Reza Breen.

EXCERPT

Reza rolled off the bed with an infuriated screech and stormed into the corridor. She rang the chime on Mick’s door, and then beat on it when he didn’t answer. She raised both fists to hammer on the door again when it slid open. Her fists landed on Mick’s bare chest instead.

“Hey, lady!” He grabbed her wrists before she could hit him again. “What the hell did I do now?” He pulled her inside his cabin.

“Let me go, you lorcani!”

He pinned her arms to her sides, holding her tightly as she struggled against him.

“I don’t think that is a term of endearment, is it?” He spun her around and gave her a little push. She landed on his sofa. He quickly held out his hands, palms open.

“Just sit there and shut up, Reza.”

She made a move to jump up and he backed up a step.

“Behave, woman.”

“How dare you put your hands on me,” she spat at him. His eyebrows shot up.

“You hit me first. Or doesn’t that count?”

“It’s not my fault the door opened when it did. Don’t you dare try and blame me for that!”

He moved towards her, eyes narrowed. A jolt of panic shot through her. He looked really angry. She slid across the sofa, trying to reach the other end and flee. It was too late. He pounced, straddling her. She yelled at him.

“Get off me!”

He managed to grab her wrists again. “Settle down.” He grunted as her elbow landed a blow to his stomach.

“Let me go! How can you do this to Shelby?”

“Do what to Shelby?” he growled, hauling her upright and pinning her shoulders to the back of the sofa. “Now be still, woman, or I won’t let go of you.”

She kicked his shin with the hard toe of her shoe. He yelped.

“That hurt!” He slung her over his shoulder. She bucked against him, struggling to break free of his hold.

He carried her into the corridor and unceremoniously dropped her on her bottom on the deck. He glared down at her.

“We’ll talk when you stop beating on me!” He turned and re-entered his cabin. His door began to close between them. She hopped to her feet and charged the door, making it through before it closed. He spun and grabbed her.

“You’re pissing me off, Reza.” He grabbed her and yanked her back to the sofa. He twisted and she sprawled face down across his knees.

His hand descended with some force on her bottom. It stung enough to bring tears of anger to her eyes.

“How dare you!” she shouted at him. She twisted to get away from him and landed on the floor. He was on her in a flash.

She froze as his weight pinned her to the floor. He was long and lean, muscled and all male. And he smelled like clean, fresh snow.

“I’m going to regret this, Reza,” he whispered. His mouth took hers.

Surprise coursed through her, followed by a burst of intense pleasure that quickly gave way to outrage.

Oh, yes. He was going to regret putting his hands on her.

THE REA CHEVEYO CHRONICLES: REZA
ISBN: 978-1-60313-235-0

Available now: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=385&zenid=380100bb67b58128ea55d68f2724ae18

Also available
THE REA CHEVEYO CHRONICLES:KIANA
THE REA CHEVEYO CHRONICLES:TALYSS

Rayne Forrest
http://www.rayneforrest.com http://twentysixkeys.blogspot.com http://www.myspace.com/rayneforrest

My #1 Bestseller PROTECTIVE CUSTODY is the $1.99 Book of the Month at WCPT!

2011-08-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

That's right!

PROTECTIVE CUSTODY my #1 BESTSELLER at WCPT is the $1.99 Book of the Month, so grab it while it's hot!

http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2&products_id=554

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Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Talyss by Rayne Forrest

2011-07-29T08:53:00.001-04:00

Talyss of Warlonah thought she knew what she wanted to do with her life. One look at Heath Douglas and everything changed. He thinks she’s a smuggler and her only option to safeguard the truth is to avoid him, but Heath follows her every move.

Captain Heath Douglas of the Rea Cheveyo has always had a curiosity about the feline-like Sheadonn. Spotting the Warlonah’s Glory far off the shipping lanes, he’s immediately caught in a cat and mouse game with that ship’s captain, the beautiful Talyss.

Matching wits, Talyss and Heath dance around the truth of her activities. Matched physically, they explore their passions. Taking Heath as a lover is Talyss’ right, but there is one truth she cannot escape.

As a daughter of Warlonah she must produce an heir—and not one with human blood.

EXCERPT

The memory of how she felt in his arms burned him. Heath wanted, he needed, to hold her again, to feel her pressed against him, thigh-to-thigh.

Talyss was about to board a shuttle pod and walk out of his life. There was no guarantee of any sort they’d ever cross paths again, unless he very carefully schemed and plotted to make it happen.

She finally looked at him again, her amber eyes full of disquiet. He slowly reached for her, grasping her elbow and gently pulling her closer. She resisted for the briefest moment, and then stepped into his embrace.

Heath slipped one arm around her waist, holding her loosely. He didn’t want her to feel trapped or threatened and pull away. He didn’t want her to react unfavorably with those sharp nails. He brushed the silky strands of her long mane from her shoulder, smoothing it down her back.
He carefully slid his fingers into that glorious mahogany mass and cupped the back of her head.

She went perfectly still. Only her eyes moved, searching his. He sensed her waiting, opening her being to his. The soft strands of her hair drifted through his fingers, a silken web that snared him, drawing him into her.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered. Her lashes swept down. He tipped her head back and kissed her. She jerked in surprise, then opened her lips to him. Her arms slipped around his neck and tightened. It was all the encouragement Heath needed.

He spun them, pinning her between his body and the viewport. She arched into him. He threw caution away and touched his tongue to hers. She jerked again, then responded, slowly running the tip of her tongue over his lower lip. The blood pounded through his veins, deafening him. He hardened in a wonderful rush.He pressed his hips to hers, making sure she was aware of his arousal. She made a noise deep in her throat and clung to him. His balls throbbed. His cock ached. Gooseflesh shivered across his skin.

He nipped his way down her neck. Like her face, her neck was virtually furless, the skin soft under his mouth. Her hands had worked under his shirt and were cool against his overheated back, making him shiver.

“Heath,” she moaned, throwing her head back in invitation and request that he keep kissing her neck. He eased them toward the bed. She hurried him along, overbalancing them onto the mattress with him beneath her.

His hands skimmed along her sides, feeling her curves. She was less hurried, more deliberate. The breath left him as she boldly stroked the bulge in his pants, cupping her hand around and over to learn his shape and size. He grasped her firm buttocks and pulled her to him, then rolled her beneath him.

Surprise that she didn’t protest registered in the back of his mind. He pressed his advantage and cupped her breast, caressing the outside swell with gentle strokes. He kept kissing her, their tongues mating and dancing. She gave back to him all that he offered up to her.

She suddenly took a great gulp of air and pushed at his shoulders. He rose up enough to look at her. Her eyes were bright and alive. Her hands made small, nervous movements, playing with his collar.

“I must breathe,” she told him.

Heath swallowed, and then inhaled deeply. “Me, too.” He was panting as rapidly as she was. “Am I too heavy?”

Her arms tightened around his neck. “No. Don’t move.”

“I thought Sheadonnyan females objected to having a male lying on top of them.”

“What would you know about it, human male, hmm? Don’t move.” She locked her legs around his hips.

ISBN 978-1-60313-227-5

Available now at: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=370&zenid=a0bcc893df7cd549c25e0fda4e6ac769

Rayne Forrest

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Six Paragraphs from "Cut Glass: Jewels, Book 1 - Diamond"

2011-07-16T16:41:00.000-04:00

Six choice paragraphs from
CUT GLASS: JEWELS, Book 1 - Diamond
A dark erotic urban fantasy romance
by Linda Mooney

1.
Cutler blinked. The man was staring at her in shock, and the first thing that came to mind was that he hadn't been expecting a female to slip through their guard. At the same time, she couldn't help but take in the man holding a Walther PPK parallel to her nose.
2.
Without having to drop her gaze she could already tell the man was built, sporting a wide chest, slender waist, and powerful thighs. He was strong, without an ounce of flab, and resilient. And too damn good at his job. Worse, he was exuding something warm and wonderfully erotic. A fragrance, and aura. Hell, it was impossible to tell with everything else that was going on. Still, Cutler could feel her body reaching for him, her female hormones lured toward the possessive power he'd netted her in. Stunned, she tried to fake him out as she felt herself oozing through her jeans.
3.
“Yes, Detective. I was there to put it down. Not him, not Jonas Poll, but the creature he'll become once his brain has turned to mush. My job is to stop the disease from spreading, and Poll knows that. The thing inside him is not a cancer. It's a living organism, like a virus, but it's also sentient. It infects indiscriminately. The company I work for tracks the disease. Yes, I need to kill Poll, but not because he's infected. I have to do it to save the lives of the people he'll kill, and then the lives he'll take once he leaves Poll's dead body to find another host. The infestation's already at stage four, which means he's primed to kill. And he'll keep on killing if no one stops him.
4.
"What good is the shard to anyone? As an actual gemstone, any half-ass decent gemologist will tell you it's not real. Once they're dead they're more like rhinestones. You know that, Bar," Cutler pointed out. "Unless the thief has some sort of vendetta against me or something."
5.
She winced against the bullet of pain piercing her brain. This wasn't happening. All this crap that Bar was telling her was a joke. No, it was a nightmare. She was dreaming this, and any minute now she was going wake up in David's arms, or with him cuddled up next to her. And he would hold her and shush her, and then make love to her to erase the last bits of horror left clinging to her psyche.
6.
A feeling of intense emptiness came over him. Numb, he watched as halfway down the block the ambulance finally turned on its lights. Two more blocks away, it hit its siren. David watched the diminishing red taillights until the ambulance finally disappeared around a corner, taking away the last bit of hope he had of ever seeing Cutler Glass again, alive or dead.

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Squee! New Contract with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!

2011-07-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

I'm so excited! I just signed with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid for my contemporary, fantasy erotic romance SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF!

Here's the blurb!

Santa's Wayward Elf

Being one of Santa’s elves isn’t all sugar plums and candy canes.

At least not for Sosie. Taller than other elves, she’s always had a problem fitting in at the North Pole, so when the transport sled she’s on breaks down in New York City on Christmas Eve, she can’t resist slipping away to explore the world of the “big people.” While she’s having fun, the transport sled takes off, leaving the naïve elf stranded. Handsome police detective Derek Clayton comes to her rescue. Having heard horror stories about the big people, Sosie is relieved to meet such a kind man. Not to mention one so gorgeous and well-built.

Although Sosie expects the North Pole to send out a search party, she finds herself falling for Derek. She desperately wants to tell him she’s an elf, but knows he’ll never believe her. When the lies and omissions start to pile up, Derek can draw only one conclusion—Sosie is working for the mob boss he’s been trying to put in prison for years. Just when things seem like they can’t get any worse, the chief of elfin security shows up to drag Sosie back to the North Pole.

How is a runaway elf supposed to overcome a determined security elf, dangerous mobsters and a suspicious boyfriend all while keeping her pointed ears a secret?

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com
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The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Kiana by Rayne Forrest

2011-06-29T00:01:00.003-04:00

The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Kiana
Sci-fi erotic romance

Available now at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=347&zenid=0345949e1436c812e48011da038682e6

Captain Ian Logan of Terra commands the most powerful starship ever built, the Rea Cheveyo. Adjutant Kiana ni Jamallan of Adonica is trying to escape the notice of her corrupt superiors. What she can’t escape is Ian’s notice. When an Adonican freighter goes missing and Kiana uses a mental ‘push’ to maneuver her way onto his ship, Ian seizes the opportunity to get closer to the lovely adjutant.

Unable to resist the advances of attractive, tempting - but human - Ian, Kiana risks the censure of her government. Enlisting Ian’s help to save a missing crew, she treads a dangerous path with her future on one side and Ian on the other. One misstep and she’ll lose both.

As their worlds collide, Kiana is forced to choose between fulfilling her destiny—or following her heart.

EXCERPT

Kiana dozed off, slowly, as her imagination let her sleep in Ian’s arms. A gentle touch on her hip woke her. She scrambled to sit up and blinked Ian into focus.

Ian touched her face. “You looked so peaceful. Perhaps I should not have disturbed you.”

“I’m glad thee did.”

“Why?”

“Don’t thee know, Ian Logan?”

His jaw worked. He looked away. When he spoke, his voice was low, and rough.

“What should I know, Kiana? That I’ve put you in an awkward position? That anything you do is used against your family? That us being alone together is reported back to your superiors?”

“Thee are a good man, that thee care about these things.” She laid her hand over his. “Do thee know more?” Kiana beat back the temptation to open herself up to her gifts and feel his emotions.

He looked at her, his gaze naked with desire. Her heart skipped a few beats, and then started to pound. Her stomach did a strange little flip, and the ache deep inside her flared back to life.

“I know I want you. And I know, for your sake, I can’t act on it.”

This man’s honor would keep him from her unless she said just the right words. A single tear slid down her cheek.

“I want thee, Ian Logan. I do not care the right or wrong of it. This one time, I want something for myself. Can thee understand?”

He swallowed hard. “I don’t want to hurt you, Kiana.”

“I know. It is my choice. I choose thee.” She slipped her arms around his neck and raised her lips to his.

Ian’s arms came around her and tightened. He pushed her down beneath him and claimed her mouth. She felt the breathy rumble in his chest as his lips moved on hers. His hand quickly found its way under the softness of the robe and cupped the roundness of her bare bottom. She gasped in surprise, arching to him. His strong fingers caressed lightly down the back of her thigh and brushed across moist, tingling flesh. She tried to open herself more to him, but his body and her gown pinned her. She made a frustrated noise, and he pulled away.

Very slowly, almost reverently, he pulled the trapped fabric from beneath him and slid it up her legs as she watched. It pooled in small ripples, covering her pelvis. The cool air brushed her limbs. Ian bent and kissed the inside of one quivering thigh. The breath clogged in her throat.

He inhaled sharply. She knew he’d caught the scent of her arousal. He slipped his hand under the fabric, resting it in the soft valley where her leg joined her body. Kiana’s hips jerked up to him. The robe freed, he slowly stretched out beside her, settling them into a tangle of arms and legs.

Kiana tugged on his shirt, freeing it from his trousers. She slipped her hand beneath it and caressed Ian’s warm skin. Small ridges of muscle covered his ribs, and she lightly traced them with one finger. Gooseflesh rose in her wake.
He took her hand and guided it to the bulge of his erection. He opened the snap of his pants with quick fingers, an unspoken request, and permission, for her to touch him as she wished.

Her inner flesh clenched. The tingling gave way to an insistent throbbing, a drumbeat pulse at her core that filled her with a desperate need. She moved her hand across the bulge, learning his shape. Would he hear her if she sent the thought to him?

Teach me.

ISBN (E) 978-1-60313-202-2

Buy link: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=347&zenid=0345949e1436c812e48011da038682e6

5 Angels for Kiana from Fallen Angel Reviews

Rayne Forrest
www.rayneforrest.com
http://twentysixkeys.blogspot.com

New! CUT GLASS: JEWELS, Book 1 - Diamond by Linda Mooney

2011-06-16T10:45:00.002-04:00

New!

CUT GLASS: JEWELS
Book 1 - Diamond
A dark erotic urban fantasy romance
From Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=4&products_id=587
Word Count: 79.4K

Forget everything you think you know about mass murderers and crimes of passion, because now you’re going to learn the truth. People don’t decide one day to go out and kill as many people as they can, or wake up one morning, grab the nearest shotgun or axe, and proceed to hack apart their loved ones. They do it because they’re infected with a jewel, a creature of intense beauty and danger. Once the jewel takes over a host’s body, that person dies, leaving the jewel in total control to thrive on fear and horror.

Cutler Glass is a lapidary, one of an unknown group of people who’ve dedicated their lives to destroying jewels. But in order to keep the jewels from slaughtering innocent victims, she has to kill the host and then eat the jewel that emerges from the body.

Except this time the jewel she's assigned to go after, a diamond, has infected a very wealthy and influential man who has hired police protection. When Detective David Fellowes clashes with Cutler, it’s going to take more than a simple explanation before he believes her outlandish tale.

Warning: Contains creatures of unbelievable horror, a woman facing a future of bitter solitude, a man willing to sacrifice everything to be with her, and their burning love that one person is determined will never be allowed to continue or flourish.

5 Gold Crowns and Recommended Read for PROTECTIVE CUSTODY!

2011-06-10T00:00:00.002-04:00

I'm so excited! My sexy contemporary romance PROTECTIVE CUSTODY got 5 Gold Crowns and a Recommended Read from The Readers Roundtable! Thanks, Mar!

“I have to admit I was first drawn to this book because of the erotic cover, but after the first few paragraphs, I knew I was in for a real treat. Ms. Tyler captivated me with her writing style, impressive voice, and extremely well developed characters. I have read several other stories where the protector and the protectee fell in love, but never one as powerful or as palpable as Protective Custody.

Ms. Tyler is skillful at interweaving suspense with romance while having her characters maintain genuine actions and dialogue. For an amazing read that will have you hanging on to every page for either the suspense or the sizzling sex scenes, Protective Custody won’t leave you disappointed.”

Read the complete review here!
http://thereadersroundtable.com/erotic/?p=203

Watch the trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SR69F4JFi9c

Buy it from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2&products_id=554&zenid=c07a26631da4b4e92ea147a2a3d2f551

For more of my sexy erotic fiction and a sneak peek at my upcoming release, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com/

New! THE TUB, an Erotic Tale of Paranormal Horror

2011-05-16T22:01:00.000-04:00

New!

THE TUB
An erotic tale of paranormal horror
by Gail Smith
(Linda Mooney w/a)
from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=49&products_id=582

This is a first for both myself and WCPT - an erotic horror story!

Amanda Storey was sent by her company to a tiny rural town to convince the community that having a chain mega-supermarket built there would be a boon to their economy and job market.

She never showed up for the town hall meeting, even though the company insists she was scheduled to be there. The motor inn where she had reservations claimed she never checked in, and police have not found any trace of her body or her car.

This is what really happened.

PROTECTIVE CUSTODY is a Reviewer Top Pick at NOR!

2011-05-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

I'm so excited! PROTECTIVE CUSTODY is a Reviewer Top Pick at Night Owl Romance!

"Protective Custody was a very good action packed read.

Paisley has never dated a cop before because she did not want to live that
life but when she is being protected by Gray she just cannot stay away from
him. Gray cannot stay away from Paisley either. Normally he would not go
near her because he is supposed to be protecting her and she is the
captain's daughter.

I really enjoyed the dynamics between the two of them. The sex is
frequent and there is a storyline that is very
enjoyable to read and I loved getting to know Paisley and Gray. Nice job
Paige Tyler!"

Read the complete review here!
http://www.nightowlreviews.com/nor/Reviews/Tigger9-reviews-Protective-Custod%20y-by-Paige-Tyler.aspx

Watch the trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SR69F4JFi9c

Buy it from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2&products_id=554&zenid=c07a26631da4b4e92ea147a2a3d2f551

Buy it on Amazon Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/Protective-Custody-ebook/dp/B004WE71XO/ref=sr_1_25?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1302804046&sr=1-25

For more of my sexy erotic fiction and a sneak peek at my upcoming release, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com/

RHEA 41070 Gets Its First Review, and a Reviewer's Choice Award!

2011-04-16T22:37:00.000-04:00

RHEA 41070 gets its first review, and TwoLips Reviews has given it its Reviewer's Choice Award!

Bock Gammon and his crew of the skimmer Bleak Tempest had just made delivery of their last cargo and were making ready to exit the Phadra System when they're hailed by Talmon Do Lorit, the undersecretary to Chatta Dul II's Rawlstone Emon Ga Veerim. The Rawlstone is extremely ill and in dire need of a package awaiting pickup at a medical facility in the Cortathian Nebula. With the Tempest damaged from a run in with the feline Adrolls, he's given the use of the Rawlstone's luxurious personal cruiser, the Demand, to carry out what sounds, on the surface, like a simple mission. Bock should have known, with a paycheck of four million galactic credits up front and another four mil upon delivery, that “easy” was one thing this mission wouldn't be.

As a freedom runner, Bock is used to carrying illegal or dubious cargo from one place to another. But when he discovers that the “package” he's supposed to pick up is a Replacement – a highly illegal cloned human being that's to be used for body parts by its buyer – he know that if they're caught with it onboard, it could likely mean several consecutive life sentences or even death for both himself and his crew. He'd bitten off a whole lot more than he wanted to chew, but with the Demand locked on course back to Chatta Dul II, he and his crew had no choice but follow through with the deal as made.

Rhea 41070 was born 81 days ago, a fully grown woman with the innocence and curiosity of a five-year-old. Her voice is like music to Bock, and soon they become lovers. The closer they get to actually delivering Rhea to the Rawlstone, the more he comes to realize that he can't just leave her there and walk away, knowing she'll be cut up like a side of beef, her pieces and parts going to save the Rawlstone's miserable life. If there's a way to save her, he's going to find it. What he doesn't know is that a surprise lies in wait that will force him to leave Rhea behind. And at what cost?

Linda Mooney is one of my top five favorite authors, but occasionally she'll write a book that I have to, if not struggle through the opening several chapters, keep turning page after page in hopes of getting to the real nitty-gritty of the story, at which time I know the book will take off in leaps and bounds. Rhea 41070 is one of those books. The first three chapters are devoted to extensive world building, setting the scene and flavor of what's to come, plus extensive character development that you'll be glad to have a feel for when the real kickass action starts tearing up the pages.

The sex between Bock and Rhea is electric. I loved how sensitive he was with her in introducing her to sex. Rhea is rather unassuming at first, but she quickly develops an animated, inquisitive personality that rapidly wins the reader over. Ultimately, she exhibits remarkable courage in the face of such atrocity and loss it's almost unimaginable. Be prepared for some bloody scenes in this book, plus the last few chapters that will dig deep and pull so much emotion from you that you'll need a box of tissues handy.

I sincerely hope Ms. Mooney will consider writing sequels to Rhea 41070 for Bock's crew: Patt, a massive 7-foot-7 Timian with horns, flashing blue eyes, and jet-black skin; and Via, a human who really defies description, from her colorful face paint and multiple piercings to teeth capped with demonic-looking silver spikes. Both of them are tremendously appealing characters, and I'd love to see them find their heart's desire as well. It would be interesting to see what kind of man Ms. Mooney would choose for Via, not to mention, a woman that would “fit” Patt!

LIBRARIAN BY DAY is Back on the TOP TEN List!

2011-04-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

I'm so excited! My sexy spanking romance, which came out in in Jan 2010 LIBRARIAN BY DAY is back on the TOP TEN List at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid! How cool is that?!

LIBRARIAN BY DAY
Naughty By Night!

Shy, reserved librarian Jennifer Davidson has a secret side that few people know about. She writes erotic spanking romances on the side. She’s never been spanked herself, but when her boyfriend stumbles across one of her books, all that changes.

Nik Evans has always hoped there was a bad girl hiding underneath his prim, proper librarian, but even he is surprised when they begin to explore her fantasies and he finds out just how naughty she can be.

Soon, Jennifer is embarking on a sensual journey of discovery in which she learns that having her bottom warmed for real is better than anything she’d ever written about in her books.

EXCERPT:

Jennifer gave her boyfriend a worried look as she set her purse down on the table just inside the entryway of her apartment. Nik had been distracted all evening and she couldn’t help but wonder if everything was okay between the two of them. Even though they had only been dating for a couple months, she was really starting to fall for him, and she hated to think that tonight’s dinner was some sort of bizarre precursor to breaking up with her. Her heart squeezed at the thought.

Not that she should be all that surprised. After dating her for a while, most guys came to the conclusion that she was way too reserved, especially in the bedroom. She really wasn’t, though. She was just naturally shy, which meant that it took a little while for her to be comfortable enough to be herself with them. Of course, they usually didn’t hang around long enough to find that out.

Jennifer had felt comfortable with Nik right away, though, and the sex had been great between them from the start. Or at least, she thought so. Sure, she wasn’t quite as adventurous in the bedroom as the girls she read about in Cosmo, but she thought she did okay. But Nik’s behavior tonight seemed to indicate that maybe she was still being a little too tame. Darn it, why couldn’t she be more like the heroines in her books? They never seemed to have a problem holding a man’s interest. And they were never shy in the bedroom. Or anywhere else they had sex, for that matter!

But as Nik took her hand and pulled her into his arms for a long, slow, intoxicating kiss, Jennifer gradually felt her misgivings begin to disappear. A man didn’t kiss a girl this way if he was going to break up with her, she told herself.

When Nik lifted his head several moments later to regard her thoughtfully, however, Jennifer felt some of her unease return. Here it comes, she thought, and braced herself.

"You know," he said, reaching up to gently brush her hair back from her face. “You kept me waiting quite a long time while you were getting ready earlier.”

Her brow furrowed, confused at his words. “I did?”

He nodded. “You did.”

She felt her face color. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just that I was running late at work, and then I had to stop at the store…” She caught her lower lip between her teeth. “I’m sorry.”

Nik’s dark eyes were appraising as he studied her. “I’m sure you are,” he said. “But I think you might need something to help you manage your time better so that you don’t do it again, don’t you? Like a spanking, let’s say.”

Jennifer blinked up at her tall, handsome boyfriend, sure she hadn’t heard him right. “Wh-what?”

He nodded. “A spanking,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’ve heard it can be a very effective way to modify bad behavior.”

Jennifer’s eyes went wide at that. Who was this guy, and what had he done with her boyfriend? Before she could think of something to say in reply, however, Nik took her hand in his and led her over to the couch. She was so stunned that she didn’t even protest when he sat down and gently guided her over his knee so that she was lying stretched out across his lap. Even if she hadn’t been robbed of speech, she wouldn’t have protested anyway. She had secretly fantasized about getting spanked for years, so much so that she had started writing about it, and tonight that fantasy was finally going to become a reality! Buy how had Nik known she wanted to be spanked?

Her pulse quickened as she felt her boyfriend firmly place one hand on the small of her back. The simple action was enough to send a little quiver of excitement through her, and she almost let out a moan. As eager as she was for this spanking, though, she couldn’t help but be a little nervous at the same time. Would having her bottom reddened sting as much as she had imagined? Would she like it much as the heroines in her books did? Would she get as turned on as they did? As her boyfriend placed his other hand on her skirt-covered bottom, she realized she was about to find out!

Read Chapter One http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/chapters/LibrarianByDay_PaigeTyler.shtml

Watch the Trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gICE76b1gXw

Buy it at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=374&zenid=f1e9441bb18a34984224880141ba7f5c

Buy it on Amazon Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/Librarian-By-Day-ebook/dp/B001Y35FSO/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1239029663&sr=1-10

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com

An Eppie Win, a New Release, and a Great Review!

2011-03-16T11:44:00.001-04:00

New!

POSSESSION
An Erotic Paranormal Romance Novel
by Linda Mooney

If you were murdered by a stranger, wouldn’t you want the chance to be able to come back and find out who killed you? And why?

J was born blind, but she could "see" things. Her gift has always helped the police find such things as missing persons, serial killers... a ghost or two.

Detective Kiel Stark has worked homicide for eight years, but he has never met this mysterious Seer his fellow officers claim could almost perform miracles. Not until a gruesome triple homicide has his superiors calling in the reserved woman to help with the case.

Now Stark is faced with a double threat. Not only is he finding himself dangerously attracted to the mysterious beauty, but she could very well discover his own carefully guarded secret—a secret that could bring an end to his career, his way of life, and any future he had hoped to have.

Warning! Contains disturbing images, the living dead, revenge gone wrong, drug deals gone bad, and two people facing an impossible love without any chance for a future.

*****
News Flash!

POSSESSION just received a 5 Roses Review from Sizzling Hot Book Reviews!

"I loved Possession. This is not your standard ghost or cop story. And I have to warn you girls, you will need tissues around the end, but there is a HEA ending. Possession is a great paranormal, and anyone tired of the standard romance will enjoy this unusual twist on a good ‘who-done-it’ idea."

*****

More Great News!

LORD OF THUNDER has won the 2011 EPPIE for Outstanding Science Fiction Erotic Romance!

4.5 Stars for PROTECTIVE CUSTODY from Manic Readers!

2011-03-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

I'm so excited! Patrizia from Manic Readers gave PROTECTIVE CUSTODY, my hot contemporary erotic romance, 4.5 Stars!

"It was a mystery to me how Gray and Paisley could even walk after all the lovemaking, day and night. They can’t keep their hands or mouths off each other and although more lovemaking makes you want still more, as I said, it might be hard to walk after all that, but they don’t have any trouble. The sex is plentiful, graphic and caring, including a pinch of bondage with Gray’s handcuffs, and a couple of spankings which turn them on further, if that is possible.

The suspense is good throughout and I had no idea till near the end who the stalker actually was and that was only because he was the only logical character still alive or not in jail. I liked Protective Custody a lot and the characters even more. Excellent read for mystery and/or romance readers!"

Read the complete review here!
http://www.manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=reviews&bookid=2104

Watch the trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SR69F4JFi9c

Buy it from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2&products_id=554&zenid=c07a26631da4b4e92ea147a2a3d2f551

For more of my sexy erotic fiction and a sneak peek at my upcoming release, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com/

It's Going to be a Fantastic Year!

2011-02-16T22:50:00.000-05:00

2011 is going to be a Great Year for New Releases for me! Below is a brief list of what you can expect coming from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!

March 15 - POSSESSION, an erotic paranormal suspense

May 1 - LORD OF THUNDER Megabook (featuring the entire "Thunder" Trilogy!)

May 15 - THE TUB, WCPT's first ever erotic horror!
This book is written under my horror pseudonym Gail Smith, and it contains extreme graphic content.

June 15 - CUT GLASS: JEWELS
Book 1, Diamond, a dark urban fantasy romance

September 15 - DEEP, an erotic sci-fi romance

Mark your calendars and make room in your TBB/TBR pile! And stay tuned! There may be more!

I've Been Interviewed!

2011-02-10T00:00:00.001-05:00

I've been interviewed by author Cara Bristol, and I'd love for you to check it out! I even reveal why I love to put all those sexy spankings in my books!

http://carabristol.com/2011/01/bringing-a-blush-to-your-cheeks-author-paige-tyler/

Oh, and don't forget to check out my newest release, PROTECTIVE CUSTODY, a #1 BESTSELLER at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com/

WCP TORRID Now Offers Authors Advance! & Call for Submissions

2011-01-19T16:18:00.001-05:00

AUTHOR ADVANCE POLICY
1) Whiskey Creek Press (WCP) offers an Author Advance of $30.00 to all authors for newly contracted works published at its Torrid Romance imprint. To be eligible contracts must be signed and accepted on January 1, 2011 or later.

At the discretion of the Torrid Romance Executive Editor, and based on the experience and past published works of the author, WCP may offer an Author Advance of $60.00 per newly contracted book published at its Torrid Romance imprint.

2) The Author Advance will be paid to the author within 45 days of the date the contract is signed. Works must be at least 15,000 words in length to qualify for the Advance.

3) The Author Advance will be deducted from standard WCP author quarterly royalty payments until the Author Advance has been repaid to the Publisher.

4) Whiskey Creek Press reserves the right to alter this policy at any time. The author has the option to decline the Author Advance.

* * * *

Torrid is accepting all genres at this time including: all paranormal sub-genres, fantasy, urban fantasy, futuristic, Steampunk, Sci/Fi, Contemporary - in contemporary we're looking for particularly HOT stories ie. BDSM, menage - M/F/M, M/M, F/F, F/M/F. We also accept Historical, Westerns, and contemporary Westerns.

We prefer a minimum length of 15,000 to a maximum of 80,000 words.

You can submit your manuscript to t-subs@whiskeycreekpress.com

Further submission information can be found at http://whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/submissions.shtml

ABOUT TORRID AND WCP
When you submit to Torrid you're submitting to a company that has over 7 years of epublishing experience behind it. We have over 350 authors with WCP & Torrid, some who have been with us for years, along with many new ones.

We have been named the PUBLISHER OF THE YEAR by Fallen Angel Reviews Reader's Poll four consecutive years.

We have several Epic Ebook Award (the old Eppie) winners amongst our authors, and our artists have also won various awards for their cover art,including the Dirk Wolf Award and the Epic Ariana Cover Art Award.

We put our books at many venues around the internet, including Fictionwise,Amazon & Kindle, Sony, ARe, Omnilit, eBookstrand and others, besides our own site.

You can see us on the net at various URLs.

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A Different Yesterday is Now Available at ARe and Fictionwise!

2011-01-16T09:42:00.000-05:00

A DIFFERENT YESTERDAY
An Erotic Sci-Fi/Apocalyptic/Futuristic Romance Novel
from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-841-3
(also available in print)
Word Count: 66.8K

The Apocalypse.

It didn't come because of man's inhumanity to man. It didn't come from bombs, or plague, or even from aliens descending from outer space. In fact, no one knows what triggered it. And even if they did, there was no way to turn back time.

Only one thing was certain. One evening the sun had grown unexpectedly bigger and hotter, and heat and radiation unlike anything ever experienced washed over the Earth, bathing it in searing rays that devoured over three-quarters of the world's population.

Now the sun is smaller, and it doesn't radiate as much heat as it used to. The world is colder. Food is scarce, and people are fighting to stay alive.

Andrew Michael Tollson, aka "The Silent Wraith", was a man who roamed from settlement to outpost to city, offering his protection from scavengers and renegades. Years ago, right before the sun had exploded, when he had been a boy growing up in a small Texas town, he had felt his first crush for the little tomboy he knew as Jo. Now, as a grown man, he has finally made his way back to his boyhood home to see if Jo is still alive, or if she has been a victim of the Apocalypse. He has to know if the dreams and memories he has harbored were mere fantasies, or if the infatuation he'd felt then has grown into something else, something stronger and more tangible.

JoBeth Wythe was a member of The Triad, three leaders who protected their little settlement, and tried to recall the carefree days before the Apocalypse. All they wanted was the chance at a decent life, with enough food, some shared warmth, and a little hope for the future. She had never forgotten the pudgy little kid who had followed her around when she was growing up, the little boy she called Mikey. Every time she thought of him, it only brought back pain and a wistfulness for a past that no longer existed.

For Drew and Jo, it was only a matter of time before they would be reunited to fight together. To survive together. And to discover that the innocent kisses they had shared as children had grown into a love that would overwhelm them with desire.

Warning! Contains permanent extreme cold, love everlasting, survivalists, separation, a legend in the making, a brutal mass murder, childhood friends to lovers, and the end of the world as we know it.
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Something pressed hard into her back, between her shoulder blades. “Don’t do anything except turn around very slowly,” a gruff voice ordered her.

She did exactly as she was told. The man was a stranger, but he eyed her up and down with more than a glint of interest.

“Get up and move.” He gestured with the tip of the rifle toward the bunker.

Again, Jo stood up and started down the short slope to where the others were working. Too late she realized she’d been wrong. There had been a man standing guard. She just hadn’t spotted him, since he had been keeping vigil among the rocks.

They were halfway across the clearing when the others noticed them approaching, and stopped what they were doing. One man in particular stepped forward wearing a big grin on his face. Seeing him, Jo felt her anger rise along with a surge of desperation.

“My, my. Good catch, J. D.. Last thing I expected to see out here was your pretty freckled face, my dear,” Brennan Runnion taunted her. He reached to take her wrist, but she hid it behind her back before he had the chance. Her act of defiance didn’t set well with him. “Well, now you realize you’ve put me in a rather sticky spot, don’t you?”

“What are we gonna do with her?” one man questioned, dropping two more sacks onto the cart.

“We can’t take her with us,” J. D. stated flatly. “We’d be spending all our time keeping watch on her, and we don’t have that luxury.”

Runnion agreed. “You’re right.” He turned back to Jo and smiled again. “So, does anyone have a suggestion on what to do with her?”

Another man emerged from the bunker in time to hear Runnion’s question. “There’s probably two more loads left inside,” he commented. “We could leave her inside. It would give us plenty of time to get this stuff safely away before they find her.”

J. D. snorted. “If they find her.” He ran his gaze over her again, then looked to Runnion. “Didn’t you say she wasn’t your woman any longer?”

“She’s taken up with that Tollson guy that showed up a couple of days ago, remember? That’s why we had a change of plans.” He dug a hand into her hood, cupping her cheek and running a gloved thumb over her lips. Jo was tempted to bite it, but fear had her paralyzed. “You just made things too easy, my dear. Whenever you and that Wonderkind were playing the horizontal tango, it gave us the perfect opportunity to strike. Because heaven knows Polinski and his boy scouts couldn’t track an elephant in the middle of a football field.”

Another thought darkened his face, knitting his brows together as his eyes reflected an instant of fear. “What are you doing out here, anyway? Where’s your intended? You’re supposed to be over at the mess hall right now getting married. Or, at least, that was the information I was given.” He pulled away from her and glanced around as he pulled the rifle off his shoulder. “She could be a decoy, guys. Tollson could be out there right now, waiting to strike.” Whirling on her, Runnion shoved the barrel of his rifle into her side. “Call him out, Jo. Right now.”

“He’s not here.”

“Bullshit! Call him out!” He shoved the sights into her ribs, knocking her off-center. She stumbled but quickly regained her footing.

“He’s not here!” she repeated. Tears popped up in her eyes, and she damned herself for the quivering in her chin. Runnion saw the distress on her face and grinned.

“There where is he?”

“He left.” Her throat had suddenly closed up. The words that managed to squeak out sounded weak.

“Left? He left you?” Runnion laughed heartily. “Oh, this is rich! He got tired of you even faster than I did!” He roared again with glee, not caring that tears were rolling down her cheeks.

It was J. D. who commented, “Maybe she’s lying.”

“No. No, she’s not,” Runnion smiled. “If there was one thing I could always tell with JoBeth is that I always knew when she was lying to me. Face it, cupcake. You’re a lousy liar.”

Man number three emerged from the bunker and dumped his load on the overburdened cart. “Last one,” he announced.

“Perfect.” Runnion gave her a little push in the direction of the bunker. “Damion had an excellent suggestion and solution. We’ll just leave you in the bunker where you can’t tell anyone about your little discovery until we’re far enough away from here.”

“Bren?”

Runnion glanced up to see J. D.’s eyes taking in Jo’s figure. He knew that look, and knew what the man was going to suggest before he opened his mouth. Even without a nice set of tits, the woman was a passable lay, even if she couldn’t get off on it. “Yeah?”

“Want me to make sure she’s locked up nice and tight?”

“Sure, man. Do whatever you think you need to do to make sure she doesn’t escape before we can get to the wagons.” Runnion added a grin to let the man know he knew what the guy intended to do. “We’ll meet up when you can join us.”

Jo glanced from Runnion to the man now staring openly at her. Her fear was escalating with the knowledge that Brennan was leaving her alone with this guy. As much as she wanted to deny the inevitable, she could feel her gorge rising. She took a step back, ready to bolt at any second, when a pair of hands grabbed her by the shoulders and literally dragged her backwards toward the bunker. She tried to kick the man holding her. A scream broke her out from her paralysis, but Runnion backhanded her across the mouth. Sharp, flat pain stunned her. She tasted blood, then she felt herself being picked up by the ankles and carried.

They threw her into the bunker. She landed face down on the rough floor, skidding across the broken surface, tearing the flesh from her hands and banging her knees. More pain shot through her legs, stealing her breath as she tried to get back to her feet. Someone came in behind her carrying the lantern. She knew it wasn’t Runnion. The door shut behind him, leaving them alone.

Slowly, Jo turned to look up at the man who was beginning to undress.
*****
Linda Mooney
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I'm a #1 Bestseller!

2011-01-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

I'm so excited! My pub emailed to tell me that PROTECTIVE CUSTODY, my Dec my contemporary erotic romance release is a #1 Bestseller at WCPT! And LIBRARIAN BY DAY, which released Jan 2010 is still holding at #4 on their Top Ten Bestseller list!

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The New Year & Eireann's tale

2011-01-06T11:36:00.002-05:00

Hope everyone had a great holiday season. I know I did. Plenty of family, fun and way to much good food. Now it's time to get down to work, losing those new pounds and writing. Lots of writing. Who knows, maybe I'll get the sequels to Eireann's tale done. In the mean time. Here's an excerpt from The Wild One.

The Wild One: Eireann's Tale

By Brannan Black
Fantasy Romance set in a world of violence, magic and unexpected love.
Cover Art by Gemini Judson

”Enslaved but not cowed, Eireann would rather die than submit to the Northman determined to tame her.”

Blurb
Seeking a safe home for her sister and herself, Eireann’s world goes from bad to worse. Raiders capture them for slaves only to have the raiders killed by Northman, the most feared warriors ever known. One of them claims her for his own. Fiery Eireann would rather die than submit regardless of how virile he is!

When Fridgeir, first spots the red-haired vixen half-naked and tied to a post, his heart pounds with more than just battle lust. He must possess the wild woman, even if it means braving her teeth! And he wants all of her, including her heart.

The Wild One, Eireann's Tale Buy at Torrid Press. Also available at Fictionwise and All Romance Books

Adult Excerpt

He took her elbow and guided her to the small creek that emptied into the cove. About ten feet across at its widest, it flowed lazily across the rocky bottom until it reached the sand of the beach. Then it spread into a wide fan sliding at last into the sea. They went up the grassy bank a short way to where the remnants of a moss-covered stone wall created a bit of pool on the far side. He untied her hands and pointed at the water.

Embarrassment warred with fear as she stood there on the bank. She heard plenty of snickers and crude comments. A glance showed her to be in full view of the most of the camp and a good number stood watching with eager anticipation. She pulled the cloak tighter as memories of being stripped in front of the whole ship rose in her mind. And what came after, how they’d egged each other on. She suppressed a shiver of fear.

“You can get in and wash yourself or I can get a few others to help me do it for you.” Fridgeir cocked his head with an eager— too eager—smile. “Maybe Floki would enjoy helping me.” He grinned wickedly. “And your sister too.” He cocked a brow to remind her of their agreement.

She glared at him as hot anger overrode her fear. He wants me naked—so be it! She dropped the cloak and tried to rip loose the rest of her shift. He pulled his seax, the long knife all Northmen carried. A cold chill ran down her spine and knotted her stomach. The rising sun glinted off the well-tended blade. He cut the shredded shift off with one firm slice while avoiding cutting her. His eyes followed his blade down her battered body, then he stepped back and sheathed his seax without a word.

She let out the breath she’d been holding and stepped into the creek. Midsummer, the water was cool but not icy cold. In the distance she heard a few whistles and crude suggestions shouted their way but Fridgeir said nothing. She crouched down with her back to the men to splash herself wet. Arinbjorn set a clay pot full of soap on the rock wall in easy reach.

“Don’t forget your hair.” Fridgeir settled down cross-legged on the grassy bank to watch with Arinbjorn.

She glared over her shoulder at them. “Never seen a woman bathe before?” Demon’s balls, do they have to watch?

“Of course, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see it again. Besides, I turn my back and you’ll be tempted to make a run for it. I should remind you that wouldn’t be good for your sister. Or you when I catch you.” He grinned and looked her over with obvious appreciation.

She snorted and tossed her head dismissively at him, refusing to let him see the fear and humiliation that filled her. She focused on getting clean and ignoring the quiet and not so quiet comments from the others. The soap stung in the many cuts and scrapes covering her.

* * * *
Eirik grabbed some trail bread and cheese with one eye on Fridgeir and his new slave. He noted that Floki and Knut seemed preoccupied with her as well. What keeps Floki so intent on having her? Just because Fridgeir wants her? Or because women of the Wild Isles have a reputation for certain talents in bed? Floki had just joined them that summer and he didn’t know the man well enough to understand his attraction. After last night, he understood Fridgeir’s interest. She’d been through hell and still had plenty of will to fight. Just the kind of woman Fridgeir needs, if he can tame her!

“What are you all doing loafing about?” Cedric called with a deep, commanding voice that covered the camp. “We’ve work to do.”

* * * *

Eireann glanced toward the camp again to find most of the men no longer watched. The smelly one and his friends hung nearby, obviously enjoying the show, but neither said anything. She let out the curly mass of her bright red hair. The stream ran no more than a foot deep, making her work hard to get her hair wet
without exposing all of her to their stares. Once wet, she sat back up to wash it.

“Doesn’t look like they took a whip to her although they obviously hit her with something,” Fridgeir noted. “I felt a bite on her breast last night. Need to see how bad that is.”

Arinbjorn pointed. “Look at the bruises on her shoulders. Looks like someone grabbed her pretty hard from behind.”

Eirik sat next to Fridgeir and offered him some bread and cheese. “She’s taken more than a beating, my friend. Look at those bruises on her inner thighs.” He pointed with the cheese in his hand.

She heard them discussing her bruises and cuts over breakfast as casually as if discussing the weather. Anger flared. How dare they treat me like a sick cow! They want a good look, I’ll give them one! She stood with her back to them, spread her feet apart and bent over at the hips, making sure they could get a clear view of her womanhood. She twisted around just enough to enjoy the shocked looks on their faces. Fridgeir’s hand froze halfway to his open mouth with a bite of cheese.

She taunted them with a little wiggle and snickered when some of their jaws dropped even lower. “There, take a good look. Demon’s balls, you’d think the lot of you had never seen a woman naked before!”

Stupid men, always trying to catch a glimpse of naked women. Like they’d never seen one before. Or maybe their shock came from being able to see just how much damage had been done by too many men, too many rough men! Maybe even from the bank they could see the swelling and tears on her labia. A trickle of blood added a red streak to the black and blue covering her inner thigh.

She stood and went back to scrubbing dried blood and dirt off her body and out of her hair—all of it. She noticed the red running down her legs and soaped herself again. She glanced over to see them still staring silently.

“Want another look?” Her jeering tone taunted them. She lay down on her back to rinse and arched up her chest, showing off her pert and well-formed breasts as she let the running stream rinse her hair. Since she’d come of age, she’d known how men admired her body. Apparently, the bruises and bites didn’t make a difference to these barbarians. She wiggled her head back and forth to rinse her hair. She let the wiggle flow down her body until it writhed sinuously in the water. She heard someone suck in a breath. It made her feel just a bit better, more powerful, to know she could affect them.

Brannan Black
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CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS - ANTHOLOGY

2010-12-20T16:04:00.002-05:00

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS

SOME LIKE IT HOT!

Torrid Books (Whiskey Creek Press), is looking for submissions for a brand new anthology, Some Like It Hot! And so do we!

Send us your sexy stories for inclusion in this new anthology. Stories can be in any genre. So…what do they have in common? They’re Erotica Only. Stories should fall within our Erotica Guidelines, which state:

Erotica. The reader will find explicit sex scenes. Bi-Sexual/lesbian, bondage, sex toys, multiple partners, as well as controversial story elements, may be included in this rating. But romance is still the underlying motivator.

Stories should be between 9,000 and 10,000 words, and so hot they’ll singe our eyebrows! They can be ‘Happily Ever After’, or ‘Happy For Now’, but they definitely need to be romantic!

Some Like It Hot! will be released in mid-2011, so we need to have your submission by our deadline of January 31st, 2011.

Check out our submission guidelines, then send your submission to Torrid Executive Editor, Jan Janssen, at t-subs@whiskeycreekpress.com

Check out Linda Mooney's 12 Giveaway Days of Christmas!

2010-12-16T18:59:00.000-05:00

There's still time! You could win one of my romance books! All you have to do is check my blog every day to see which book is being featured. If you would like a chance to win it, all you have to do is post a comment! That's it! I will announce the winner the next day, so don't forget to check back and read the comments to see if your name was drawn from the hat.

Thank you to all my readers! Merry Christmas!

13 Bloody Days of Kiss'mas is on!

2010-12-11T12:06:00.001-05:00

13 Days of Bloody Kiss'mas Extravaganza 2010 is on!

There are many great prizes to be won and daily giveaway, but here's a small hint of what you're playing for from me:

It's going to be a frolicking fun ride to the end - so says the "Red Hot Erotic Fiction Mistress" - ME! Love that title!

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New Release - PROTECTIVE CUSTODY

2010-12-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

I'm excited to announce that PROTECTIVE CUSTODY, my hot contemporary romance is now available from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid! If you like books about guys that come with their own handcuffs, then you'll love this sexy story!

If you're familiar with my other books, then it's probably no surprise that I love to write about strong, sexy, alpha males, and Gray Beckham, the hero in the book, is about as strong, sexy and alpha as they come!

Check out the blurb and excerpt below to get an idea of what PROTECTIVE CUSTODY is all about. It has romance, adventure, humor, and lots of hot, steamy sex! I think you're going to love it!

Paisley McCoy is a sexy reporter who writes about the San Francisco club scene for a local magazine. Having a dad on the force has led to one hard and fast rule – she doesn’t date cops. She likes her men sensitive and intellectual, two qualities in short supply in any cop she’s ever met. But now she’s stuck with this standard-issue cop – aggressive, opinionated, and sure he’s always right. In short, the complete opposite of the kind of man she usually goes for.

Gray Beckham is a no-nonsense cop who's peeved about being taken off a major burglary investigation to babysit the captain’s bratty daughter, even if she is gorgeous. To make it even more annoying, she acts like the whole thing is a joke and insists she doesn’t need his protection. And while she might be sexy as hell, there’s no way he’s going anywhere near the captain’s daughter.

Despite their differences, though, Paisley and Gray can’t deny the chemistry between them. But as that connection turns into romance, they find out that the stalker is a far greater threat than they had originally thought. And that if he can’t have her, no one will.

Excerpt:

They spoke little on the ride to her apartment. Once they got there, Gray told her to wait in the entryway while he took a look around. It seemed like overkill to her, but she didn’t argue. However, she didn’t stay where he’d told her to, either. Instead, she went into the kitchen to open her mail. That earned her a dark scowl from Gray when he came out of the bedroom several minutes later. Paisley pretended not to notice.

“I’ve been on a stakeout for a couple of days,” he said after declaring the apartment clear. “Do you mind if I use your shower?”

She glanced up from the Victoria's Secret catalog she had been flipping through. “No, go ahead.”

“Thanks.” He picked up his overnight bag from the floor where he’d left it. “I won’t be long. Keep the door locked and don’t open it to anyone.”

Yeah, yeah. She went back to flipping through the catalog, only to pause when she heard the shower turn on a few minutes later. She had looked for a way to give Gray the slip ever since they’d walked out of the police station, and she decided she wasn’t going to get a better opportunity than right then. While she had to admit she really didn’t mind having the hunky inspector around, she hated being told what to do, especially by her father. Time to exercise her independence.

Tossing the catalog on the counter, Paisley hurried out of the kitchen and into her bedroom. Knowing she wouldn’t have enough time to do more than pack a few things before Gray came out, she decided to forget about the basics and instead, just grab a dress and a pair of high heels to wear that night. Everything else she could borrow from whichever friend she stayed with. At least until it was safe to come back to her place. By safe, she meant when there wasn’t some cop hanging around it.

Shoving the dress into an evening purse, Paisley picked up her shoes in her free hand and darted from the room. She had barely made it past the bathroom when the door opened.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Gray demanded from behind her.

Paisley stopped in her tracks at the commanding tone in his voice. Crap! She had hoped to slip out before Gray finished taking his shower. It just wasn’t fair that guys could clean up so fast.Squaring her shoulders, she whirled around to face him. And blinked. Though he had put on jeans, he hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and all she could do was stare at him in feminine appreciation. She had known he was built, but she hadn’t realized just how well. Broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and rock-hard abs. Daaaaammmm! He had a body that just wouldn’t quit.

Gray crossed his arms over his chest. “Well?” he prompted when she said nothing.

Paisley tore her gaze from his perfectly sculpted arms to look up at him. She hadn’t realized he was so tall. Even in heels, she was still almost a head shorter than he was. She lifted her chin. “Out.”

His golden brown eyes narrowed. “Not without me, you’re not.”

She let out a sigh. “Look. Like I told you before, this isn’t going to work. I’m going to stay with some friends until this whole thing blows over. You can just tell my dad that I gave you the slip. He won’t hold it against you.”

“I don’t think so.”

She clenched her jaw. “I wasn’t asking for your permission, Inspector. I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.”

With that, Paisley whirled around and started for the door. She didn’t even make it halfway before Gray caught her arm and turned her back around.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

She glared up at him. “Oh, really?” she countered. “And just how are you going to stop me? Handcuff me to the bed?”

Her words hung in the air between them for a long moment before his mouth finally quirked.

“Though I’ll admit that’s tempting,” he said, “I have something more effective in mind.”

Before she could ask what he meant by that, Gray led her over to the couch. What was he going to do, sit her down and lecture her?

To her surprise, Gray didn’t sit her down at all, but instead took a seat himself. Totally perplexed, she was just about to ask what he was doing when a tug on her arm sent her sprawling over his knee. She had no choice but to drop the purse and shoes so she could put her hands on the floor to keep herself balanced.

For a moment, Paisley was so stunned she just lay there. She recovered quickly enough though, and when she did, she immediately tried to push herself upright. But a strong hand on her back held her firmly in place. Furious at being manhandled, she glared at him over her shoulder.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

He returned her glower with one of his own. “Teaching you a lesson.”

Paisley opened her mouth to retort, only to let out a startled little gasp when she felt him smack her upturned bottom. He did not just spank her!

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Torrid Press Top seller!

2010-12-06T11:25:00.004-05:00

Check out what all the buzz is about! And leave me a comment. I love to hear from all of you.

The Wild One: Eireann's Tale By Brannan Black
Cover Art by Gemini Judson

”Enslaved but not cowed, Eireann would rather die than submit to the Northman determined to tame her.”

Blurb
Seeking a safe home for her sister and herself, Eireann’s world goes from bad to worse. Raiders capture them for slaves only to have the raiders killed by Northman, the most feared warriors ever known. One of them claims her for his own. Fiery Eireann would rather die than submit regardless of how virile he is!

When Fridgeir, first spots the red-haired vixen half-naked and tied to a post, his heart pounds with more than just battle lust. He must possess the wild woman, even if it means braving her teeth! And he wants all of her, including her heart.

The Wild One, Eireann's Tale Buy at Torrid Press. Also available at Fictionwise and All Romance Books

Excerpt

“Don’t forget your hair.” Fridgeir settled down cross-legged on the grassy bank to watch with Arinbjorn.

She glared over her shoulder at them. “Never seen a woman bathe before?” Demon’s balls, do they have to watch?

“What are you all doing loafing about?” Cedric called with a deep, commanding voice that covered the camp. “We’ve work to do.”

* * * *

“Doesn’t look like they took a whip to her although they obviously hit her with something,” Fridgeir noted. “I felt a bite on her breast last night. Need to see how bad that is.”

Arinbjorn pointed. “Look at the bruises on her shoulders. Looks like someone grabbed her pretty hard from behind.”

Brannan Black
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The Wild One, Eireann's Tale Enslaved but not cowed, Eireann would rather die than submit to the Northman determined to tame her.
Wolfman Apocalypse "Captured by vicious wolfmen, I expected a quick death. Or a slow painful one. They had other ideas."
Blood Slave It's the twenty-first century. Who keeps slaves anymore? Other than really, really old vampires...
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To Bed a Spy (Sexual Deceptions 2)

2010-11-29T19:56:00.002-05:00

Sexual Deceptions (Volume 2)
To Bed a Spy by Rayne Forrest
Also includes: Undercover Lovers by Brenda Williamson

Available now at
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To Bed a Spy by Rayne Forrest

In the year 2169

The fiery gaze of a total stranger across a crowded subway station fuels Rae Browning's overactive imagination. Drop-dead gorgeous, he could have stepped out of one of her favorite novels. After he breaks into her apartment, Rae stops longing for excitement and adventure. She wants her quiet life back.

Thaddeus Julius Light, TJ to his associates, is a spy in the deep cold, his cover compromised, his life in danger. Rae Browning holds the key to what’s going on and she doesn’t even know it. Retrieving the data chip from Rae is easy, keeping her safe might not be. TJ is forced to continue his deceptions, enlisting her help to prove his innocence and complete his mission.

Keeping his mind on business isn’t easy with Rae at his side. TJ has but one question - what will it take for Rae to bed a spy?

EXCERPT

“Let me get this straight. You need food. You need help. What else would you like, Master?”

A slow grin spread across his face. “I’d like to get some sleep tonight, but I’m afraid to close my eyes for fear you’ll crack my skull with that wrench under your pillow. That is unless you sleep with me.”

Infuriated, Rae rolled from his grasp, off the far side of the bed, and stood glaring at him. He sat, unmoving, a smug look on his face as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Babe, you don’t know what you’re turning down.”

“You’re a conceited…egotistical…ass!”

“Don’t forget arrogant. Now, who’s cooking?”

Rae reined in her temper before it got her in any deeper. She rubbed the dull ache in her temples and decided that if feeding that man proved the fastest way to get rid of him, she’d give in and do it. Without a word, she turned and stepped toward the bedroom door. He had her in an instant, pulling her against his chest, holding her in a steel embrace. She glared up at him.

“You’re shooting daggers at me again, babe. Pretty eyes like yours should be all soft and misty when a man’s holding you. Like this.” His mouth came down on hers, boldly claiming rights she hadn’t ceded him. Rae forgot to be outraged. How could she be when her insides promptly turned to jelly and she had to be careful not to fall over in a heap? Her nipples tingled and peaked. It took all her self-control not to rub them while he watched.

His lips pressed to hers, his hand slid down her back and cupped her bottom, pulling her against him. Her pulse quickened as she realized his arousal grew with every second that ticked past. Thaddeus pulled away and looked down at her with eyes gone black and strange. Deep inside, her womb contracted, startling her with the unfamiliar sensation. He brushed his knuckles along her cheek in a gentle caress.

“What’s wrong, Rae?” he asked, his voice soft and tender, that of a man who for some unknown reason actually cared about what troubled her.

“I don’t know what you mean?” She really didn’t, other than his very uninvited presence in her apartment was wrong. She refused to let this man play on her emotions.

“Don’t you like to be kissed?”

She rubbed the bridge of her nose nervously and looked away. “It’s okay. I haven’t done a lot of it.”

“The men in this town are falling down on the job.” Thaddeus tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him again. “I swear. I’m only going to kiss you right now. Just relax and enjoy it, Rae.”

Her heart fluttered. Oh, how she wanted to do just that! Kissing had been such a disappointment to her and in her heart, she knew it shouldn’t be. It seemed to her that every boy who had ever warmed up to her enough to kiss her just slobbered all over her face. The tingling that spread out from her nipples promised more from this man. The sensation promised a taste of what she’d read about in her treasured collection of romance novels that dated from a century and a half ago. She closed her eyes, pushed aside the fact that he was a fugitive, and hoped.

Thaddeus’ lips brushed hers, the barest whisper of a touch, so fleeting, she wondered if she’d only imagined it. She opened her eyes. Victory flickered in the dark depths of his intense gaze. His mouth came down on hers with bruising force, hot and full of demand that stripped her will to protest.

His clever tongue teased at her mouth while his strong arms tightened around her. She opened her lips to draw a breath and he boldly thrust his tongue past her teeth. Something within her, low down in her belly, shifted and coiled. Heat swept her from head to toe, raising gooseflesh in its wake. The thing inside her loosened and gave her the impetus to reach for him.

SEXUAL DECEPTIONS 2
To Bed a Spy and Undercover Lovers
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Also available:
SEXUAL DECEPTIONS 1
Mischief at Midnight and Slave of Saharic
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Now Available! HeartFast/HeartCrystal 2-in-1 Megabook!

2010-11-16T23:42:00.000-05:00

Now's your chance to read both Number 1 Best Sellers HeartFast and HeartCrystal, erotic sci-fi romance novels by Linda Mooney, in this 2-in-1 megabook!
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HEARTFAST

They were the Guardians, sixteen special men and women with incredible powers. They lived on a world that, eons ago, had suffered a devastating plague that had rendered more than half its population unable to reproduce. In order to assure the survival of their species, the HandFast law was enacted. Every month, twenty couples, complete strangers, were drawn by lottery—couples whose sole purpose would be to procreate.

It was a cold and impersonal law, but it worked.

When StarLight and Master Hunter heard their names called out to be HandFasted, their neat, orderly lives were turned upside-down. Gone was the comfortable companionship and brother-sister working relationship. Now they were forced into an intimacy neither had wanted, nor expected.

Neither were they prepared for the overwhelming passion they would find in each other's bodies, as well as in their hearts.

But things would only get more complicated and dangerous, because someone had deliberately placed their names in the lottery as the first step in destroying their world and every Guardian living.

HEARTCRYSTAL

They were the Guardians. Sixteen special men and women with incredible powers, who had sworn their lives to the protection of their galaxy, while upholding the laws of their world.

For Master Hunter and StarLight, it seems the worst is over. With StarLight still recovering from her near-death experience with the Ombitra, they are ready to resume their lives as the first-ever married Guardian couple in history. Ready for a new life filled with love and extraordinary passion.

But there are unknown perils when working in outer space. There are dangers beyond description—unforeseeable events and catastrophes that can bring nightmares to any sane person.

They had sworn they would share a lifetime together.

The universe had other plans.

(To see what Linda has forthcoming from WCPT, check out her website at http://www.lindamooney.com/ )

Got a Release Date for PROTECTIVE CUSTODY!

2010-11-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

Got my release date for PROTECTIVE CUSTODY! It comes out December 1st! So excited!

Paisley McCoy is a sexy reporter who writes about the San Francisco club scene for a local magazine. Having a dad on the police force has led to one hard and fast rule--she doesn’t date cops. She likes her men sensitive and intellectual, two qualities in short supply in any cop she’s ever met. However, when her safety is threatened and her life in danger, she gets stuck with a standard-issue cop for a bodyguard - aggressive, opinionated, and certain he’s always right. In short, the complete opposite of the kind of man she usually goes for.

Gray Beckham is a no-nonsense cop who’s peeved about being taken off a major burglary investigation to babysit the captain’s bratty daughter. Just because she’s gorgeous doesn’t change the situation. His career is important and she acts as if the whole situation is a joke and insists she doesn’t need his protection. While she might be sexy as hell, there’s no way he’s going anywhere near her, not if he can help it.

Despite their differences, though, Paisley and Gray can’t deny the chemistry between them. As that connection turns into a romance neither can avoid, they find out that the stalker is a far greater threat than they originally thought. They’re dealing with a crazed lunatic who has decided that if he can’t have her, no one will.

Coming December 1st from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!

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Paige

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Now Available The Wild One: Eireann's

2010-11-06T11:17:00.003-04:00

The Wild One:Eireann's Tale By Brannan Black

Fantasy Romance set in a world of violence, magic and unexpected love.
Cover Art by Gemini Judson

Blurb

Seeking a safe home for her sister and herself, Eireann’s world goes from bad to worse. Raiders capture them for slaves only to have the raiders killed by Northman, the most feared warriors ever known. One of them claims her for his own. Fiery Eireann would rather die than submit regardless of how virile he is!

When Fridgeir, first spots the red-haired vixen half-naked and tied to a post, his heart pounds with more than just battle lust. He must possess the wild woman, even if it means braving her teeth! And he wants all of her, including her heart.

At Torrid Press

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I'm a Finalist!

2010-10-16T10:03:00.008-04:00

I've just received word that LORD OF THUNDER is a 2011 Eppie Award Finalist in the Erotic Fantasy Romance division!

I'm not just stunned, I'm flabbergasted!

I also want to congratulate all my fellow WCP authors who also finaled. Good luck!

Cover for PROTECTIVE CUSTODY!

2010-10-10T00:00:00.001-04:00

Got my cover for my upcoming release PROTECTIVE CUSTODY and I absolutely love it! Kendra Egert is the artist and it features Jimmy Thomas!

Paisley McCoy is a sexy reporter who writes about the San Francisco club scene for a local magazine. Having a dad on the police force has led to one hard and fast rule--she doesn’t date cops. She likes her men sensitive and intellectual, two qualities in short supply in any cop she’s ever met. However, when her safety is threatened and her life in danger, she gets stuck with a standard-issue cop for a bodyguard - aggressive, opinionated, and certain he’s always right. In short, the complete opposite of the kind of man she usually goes for.

Gray Beckham is a no-nonsense cop who’s peeved about being taken off a major burglary investigation to babysit the captain’s bratty daughter. Just because she’s gorgeous doesn’t change the situation. His career is important and she acts as if the whole situation is a joke and insists she doesn’t need his protection. While she might be sexy as hell, there’s no way he’s going anywhere near her, not if he can help it.

Despite their differences, though, Paisley and Gray can’t deny the chemistry between them. As that connection turns into a romance neither can avoid, they find out that the stalker is a far greater threat than they originally thought. They’re dealing with a crazed lunatic who has decided that if he can’t have her, no one will.

Coming in December from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com/

New! RHEA 41070 by Linda Mooney

2010-09-16T17:23:00.001-04:00

Now Available!

RHEA 41070
Erotic Sci-Fi Romance Novel
from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-838-3
(print) ISBN# 978-1-60313-947-2
Word Count: 64.1K

Bock Gammon was a freedom runner. A man with a space ship for hire. He had heard of Replacements and knew they existed, but he had never personally come across one. In fact, he found the whole idea repugnant--growing a living being specifically for the purpose of harvesting his body parts. So did the governments in many of the galaxies who declared Replacements illegal.

Which was why he was stunned to discover his latest assignment was to bring a Replacement to one of the wealthiest men in the Chatta Dul system. If he hadn't so desperately needed the money, he wouldn't have accepted the job.

It didn't take long for Bock to realize that Rhea 41070 wasn't just one-of-a-kind, she was also unlike any woman he had ever met. And the closer they got to the point of delivery, the more he knew he couldn't just walk away and leave her behind to be dissected. He had to somehow find a way to save her, despite the odds and hundreds of well-armed men awaiting their return.

Warning! Contains mutilation, idol worship, twisted old men, blackmail, apathy for human life, black market medicine, a shootout, a taste of the good life, and more gold than you can shake a stick at.

I Don't Have a Fetish!

2010-09-15T12:25:00.001-04:00

That's what I'm talking about today during Cynnara Tregarth's BDSM Week on Selena Illyria's blog.

Stop by, check it out, and read the other articles as well - it's all very interesting.

http://selenaillyria.com/2010/09/tilly_greene-fetish/

See you there!

Tilly Greene
WARNING! Red hot romances ahead!
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SQUEE! New Contract with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!

2010-09-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

I'm so excited! I just signed with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid for my contemporary erotic romance PROTECTIVE CUSTODY and already have a release date! Look for it in December!

Here's the blurb!

Paisley McCoy is a sexy reporter who writes about the San Francisco club scene for a local magazine. Having a dad on the police force has led to one hard and fast rule--she doesn’t date cops. She likes her men sensitive and intellectual, two qualities in short supply in any cop she’s ever met. However, when her safety is threatened and her life in danger, she gets stuck with a standard-issue cop for a bodyguard - aggressive, opinionated, and certain he’s always right. In short, the complete opposite of the kind of man she usually goes for.

Gray Beckham is a no-nonsense cop who’s peeved about being taken off a major burglary investigation to babysit the captain’s bratty daughter. Just because she’s gorgeous doesn’t change the situation. His career is important and she acts as if the whole situation is a joke and insists she doesn’t need his protection. While she might be sexy as hell, there’s no way he’s going anywhere near her, not if he can help it.

Despite their differences, though, Paisley and Gray can’t deny the chemistry between them. As that connection turns into a romance neither can avoid, they find out that the stalker is a far greater threat than they originally thought. They’re dealing with a crazed lunatic who has decided that if he can’t have her, no one will.

For more of my sexy erotic fiction and a sneak peek at the next books in my Modern Day Vampires and Alaskan Werewolves Series, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com/

Love Romance? Come Listen!

2010-08-16T23:49:00.000-04:00

Hey, Everyone!

If you love Sci-Fi, Fantasy, or Paranormal romances, come listen to Other Worlds of Romance on Blog Talk Radio! Every Monday night, starting at 11 PM ET, either I or a guest author will be reading a juicy excerpt from one of our novels.

In addition, on the Mondays prior to one of my new releases, I will be giving away a copy after my reading. Which means I'll be reading from my erotic Sci-Fi romance novel Rhea 41070 on Sept. 13th.

So come by and listen, and add to your TBB/TBR pile!

Another Gratuitous Product Endorsement!

2010-08-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

Time for another gratuitous product endorsement! It's called Almond Breeze and I discovered it through - you guessed it - Hungry Girl! LOL!

It's a non-dairy beverage made from real almonds that's cholesterol-free, filled with calcium, Vitamins D & E, as well as Vitamin A, and it comes in Original, Vanilla and Chocolate. You can get it unsweetened, too, which is what we buy! You can put it in just about anything you can put milk in, and it'll make it creamier tasting! We like it in oatmeal, tea and hot cocoa!

You gotta get it!

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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5 Reasons Why You Shouldn't Buy FROM OUT OF THE SHADOWS

2010-07-16T18:55:00.001-04:00

5 Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Buy
FROM OUT OF THE SHADOWS
An erotic paranormal romance novel
by Linda Mooney

5. Extreme beauty tips for silkier hands
4. Effeminate land barons
3. Casual public nudity
2. Sadistic dungeon guards
and the Number One reason:
Trading bodies when having sex with an alpha male wolf shifter.

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Reconnected With a High School Friend on Facebook and Found Out She Writes Erotic Romance, Too!

2010-07-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

How cool is that?!

We were really good friends back in high school, but we kind of got out of touch after we both graduated and went off to do our own thing. Well, I was online the other day and I come across her Facebook page, so I sent her a friend request and add a little message with it, saying I don't know if you remember me, but we went to high school together and used to pass notes back and forth in biology class. She PM'd me back saying she does remember me and that it's so cool to reconnect and that she's an erotic romance author under the name Tere Michaels! We both wanted to be writers back in high school and I think it's so cool that we're both actually doing it!

Gotta love the internet!

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll mkae your cheeks blush!"

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New! FROM OUT OF THE SHADOWS, an Erotic Paranormal Romance

2010-06-16T11:00:00.001-04:00

FROM OUT OF THE SHADOWS

Erotic Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-829-1
(print) ISBN# 978-1-60313-863-5
Word Count: 75.5K

Croat was a Lupan, one of the half-man, half-beast creatures long thought to be extinct or fabricated from fairy tales. Lupan were folklore, nothing more than a myth.

Tora was a Sensitive. Her kind really existed, and normal people feared Sensitives because it was common knowledge that all Sensitives were evil and practiced the dark magicks.

Captured and thrown together inside Baron Agrino’s dungeon, they discovered a connection between them that defied all reason, and a love that transcended all boundaries.

But is their love strong enough to stop the baron from what he’ll do with every Lupan he plans to capture? Or, worse, what he’ll do with Tora once he learns what she is?

Warning! Contains torture, imprisonment, severe beatings, nasty bad guys, public nudity, molten wax, old wives' tales, forest folk, bad horsemanship, and lots of pissed off townspeople.

Read an excerpt here.

The Second Book in Modern Day Vampires is Coming Soon!

2010-06-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

Just a little update! I'm going to be starting on the second book in my Modern Day Vampire Series soon. I'm very excited about this book because I get to work with Savanna and Kaige againm the hero and heroine from the first book in the series, Vampire 101. When I first came up with the idea, I debated for a while whether to do another book with the same characters because I wasn't sure if readers would be interested in hearing more about what happens to them after they did the whole boy-meets-girl-thing and fall in love, but I was really pleasantly surprised to discover that everyone as eager to read more about them! Savanna and Kaige are excited, too! LOL!

Oh, and you'll also get to see a lot more of the hunky Council Operative Zane Bradford, too. His book is coming soon!

For a sneak peek at the second book in the series, visit my website and click on "Coming Soon!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com

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Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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What's happening June 2010?

2010-05-27T06:00:00.005-04:00

This is just some of what is going to be given away at my Big! Huge! Reader Contest! this June.

Three of the boxes each hold bags, books, and goodies I brought back from the RT Booklovers Convention and one box holds a t-shirt, blanket, water bottle and, amongst other things, a Pink...um, actually, you'll have to wait until June 1st to find that out!

So, my advice is to use the "follow" button I added to the right column of my blog for just this occassion and prepare to talk books. It's all happening on Tilly Greene's Hot Thoughts Blog throughout June and the more days you visit and comment, the more chances you have to win that one box.

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Coming June 15th, My First Ever Wolf/Shifter Novel!

2010-05-16T12:31:00.000-04:00

I'm so excited to announce that on June 15th, Whiskey Creek Press Torrid will release my first ever wolf/shifter/werewolf story!

FROM OUT OF THE SHADOWS
An erotic paranormal fantasy romance novel
by Linda Mooney
Coming June 15, 2010
From Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

Blurb:

Croat was a Lupan, one of the half-man, half-beast creatures long thought to be extinct or fabricated from fairy tales. Lupan were folklore, nothing more than a myth.

Tora was a Sensitive. Her kind really existed, and normal people feared Sensitives because it was common knowledge that all Sensitives were evil and practiced the dark magicks.

Captured and thrown inside Baron Agrino’s dungeon, they discovered a connection between them that defied all reason, and a love that transcended all boundaries.

But is their love enough to stop the baron from accomplishing what he plans to do with every Lupan he hopes to capture? Or, worse, what he’ll do with Tora once he learns what she is?

Excerpt:

Some time during the night a commotion outside her door dragged her out of her restless sleep. Tora listened intently to the obvious sounds of a struggle, holding her breath as the noise grew louder and closer.

There were shouts and cursing, audible although muffled. She could make out a howling or growling, much like a dog fighting its master. Her first thought was that the new prisoner was giving his captors difficulty. It had to be a man, rather than a woman or child. Perhaps more than one man. It definitely sounded as though several jailors had their hands full with their recalcitrant victim. Silently she wished the new prisoner luck at fighting the baron’s men. If he was being brought here, it meant that the baron wanted him alive. Otherwise the soldiers would have already killed him.

The struggle came nearer until it stopped at her door. Suddenly, there was a key in the lock, and the door flew open so hard, it slammed into the wall. Before it could bounce back, at least a dozen men began to pour into the tiny cell, struggling to keep the prisoner from escaping. In their midst was a net made of heavy rope, wherein their captive fought to escape. One man carried a lantern, but the pale light did little to illuminate things enough for her to see clearly.

The cursing and screaming was deafening. Tora squeezed herself against the wall as tightly as she could, never taking her eyes off of the dark form being beaten into submission. They used whatever they had to punish the man: chains, rifle butts, boots. The baron’s men eventually dropped their victim, but instead of backing away, they continued to pummel the man.

She knew it would be useless to beg the soldiers to leave the man be. Still, she had to tightly press her lips together to keep from yelling at them. For what seemed like hours, the guards savagely attacked the poor soul. Someone came in with a whip. The sound of it hitting raw flesh was sickening. They cursed at their target, spat on it, and some laughed. Tora flinched at the brutality inflicted. Tears fell when she heard the crunch of bones being broken, and the wet squelch of bleeding wounds. A thin trail of blood trickled across the stone floor, between the soldier’s feet, and nearly reached her. In the singular light of the lantern, the wetness was as black as the night sky.

She was on the verge of covering her ears with her hands when the beatings finally stopped. The soldiers stepped back, ripping the net away from their victim. For several long minutes they silently eyed the still form, until one of their number spoke up.

“Is he dead?”

“Naw. But when he comes to, he’ll wish he was,” another answered.

They turned and began filing out of the cell. One man glanced over at where Tora was huddled against the wall. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew he was smiling. The soldiers always smiled after inflicting any sort of cruelty on another helpless human being.

The last armed man gave the still figure a final kick before he left, locking the door behind him. With the only source of light gone, the cell once again grew pitch black. Her quiet world shifted back into place—only now she was sharing it with another person. A person who had been beaten nearly to death. From where she sat, Tora could hear the poor man’s labored breathing. Every few seconds he would groan in pain. Her heart went out to him.

Slowly, carefully, she got onto her knees and inched her way over to the unconscious figure. Holding out a hand, she sought the man’s pulse, hoping she would find it strong. Many years ago she had discovered she could survive almost anything. But if this man died and was allowed to rot in this place, Tora wondered if she could live through that experience.

Could she survive through another long and agonizing death?

“Sir...Sir, let me help you.” She lowered her hand, expecting to encounter chilled, if not bloodied flesh. Instead, her fingers felt hair. Long, thick hair.

Not believing what she was feeling, she extended her arm as far as it would reach to find his shoulder. An arm. And more thick, fur-like hair. Her immediate reaction was to jerk back in sudden terror.

Oh, please. God, no! It couldn’t be, she argued with herself. It was a man lying on the blisteringly cold stone floor. It was a man who had been the target of those soldiers’ venom. It had to be. There was no way it could be...

Lupan.

Even the thought of the possibility that she could be trapped in here with a half-man, half-wolf creature sent terror pulsing through her body. Solid reasoning reminded her that there were no such beings as Lupans anymore. Lupans hadn’t existed for centuries. In fact, they were considered extinct, if they had ever lived at all. Creatures now of myth and legend. Monsters only kept alive in stories, to be told to children in order to make them behave.

Tora squeezed her eyes shut, counted to ten, and opened them, hoping to see more of the being lying nearby. Unfortunately there was no moon tonight, and no other outside light could penetrate the darkness. Still, she could barely make out the man’s...beast’s?...shape. Cautiously, she reached out again to find a thick pelt, now sticky and warm.

Blood. Its sickly smell filled the room.

The man gave a shuddering breath and moaned. The sound was heartbreaking. Worse, it sounded human. Terrifying creature of myth or not, he was in excruciating pain. Gathering her courage, Tora spread her fingers over his back, letting the dense hairs tickle her palm. Then, little by little, she opened herself up to his agony.

It was like absorbing fire.

Tora hissed as the burning pain seeped through her skin, surged into her blood vessels, and penetrated her muscles. With the pain came the additional torment of broken and shattered bones. She mentally located them—two ribs, the lower left arm, and his left collarbone. As she continued to examine him, reaching where she could, she discovered several areas where his flesh was raw and pulpy. Yet everywhere she touch, she met fur. And the more she investigated, the less evidence she found that felt human.

As her fingers traveled over a large, bleeding tear near the damaged arm, the man-beast shrank slightly from her touch, and a deep growl softly warned her to be careful. This time Tora immediately retreated back to her side of the room.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she told him in a gentle voice, and hoped he wouldn’t notice it was also quaking. “I know where you’re hurt, and I wish I could help, but I can’t when it’s dark like this.” She could feel the blood cooling and congealing on her hand. She wiped as much of it as she could on her skirt. “Come daylight, I’ll see what I can do, but I’m afraid it won’t be enough. You’ve been badly injured, and you’ve lost a lot of blood. You also have some broken ribs, plus a broken bone in your arm and collarbone.” Sighing loudly, Tora added, “I don’t have anything to clean your wounds or bind them. I’m sorry. It looks like it’s going to be a long night for both of us, I’m afraid.”

She waited, listening intently for the creature to respond. After a while it was clear it either wasn’t going to say anything. Maybe it wasn’t capable of complete human speech.

Curling up as tightly as she could, Tora tried to find a comfortable position in which to get some sleep. The attempt would prove futile, as the cold made it nearly impossible to rest. Add the fact that a huge creature she had believed no longer existed lay unchained less than six feet away, compounded her fear and distress.

The worst was yet to come, and the thought of what she had still to face filled her with dread. In the morning, she would see for the first time what her hands had described. And if the legends and tales proved true, it could very well be her last morning of life.

Because everyone knew how much Lupans craved human flesh.

Knock Three Times

2010-05-12T14:52:00.000-04:00

Run, Don't Walk to the Store for These!

2010-05-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

You've probably heard me say this before, but I'm always watching what we eat, so I'm always on the lookoout for healthy, tasty snacks, and my new favorites are VitaTops! Talk about yummy!

I was first introduced to these delicious muffin tops by Hungry Girl! (If you haven't checked out Lisa's website, it's filled with lots of great tips, ideas, and recipes. You can even sign up for her newsletter, follow her on Twitter and friend her on Facebook and MySpace. Yeah, I'm a huge fan!) Okay, back to the Vita Tops!

They're made by Vitalicious and their slogan is "Maximum Nutrition and Pleasure for Minimum Calories!" I'm so down with that! And they taste great! Our favorite is the Deep Chocolate, Triple Chocolate Chunk, Double Chocolate Dream, and Fudgy Peanut Butter Chip, (I'm seeing a trend here!) but they also come in Chocolate Mint, Raisin Bran, Banana Nut, Banana Fudge, Golden Corn, Blueberry, Cranberry, and AppleBerry! Have I made you hungry, yet?! LOL! They come individually wrapped and you can find them in your freezer section (you can also order them online!), then just pop them in the microwave and enjoy!

And the best part! They're 100 calories and made with whole grain! They're also Hungry Girl approved! Yay!

You've so gotta try 'em!

*hugs*

Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

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My Angel is OUT!

2010-05-04T06:00:00.001-04:00

I used to live in England, North Yorkshire in particular, and we always visit the small town we lived in last. It's called Knaresborough and is simply stunning to see and as old as dirt. Why do I say that? It was noted in the Doomsday Book [1086] and I figure that is seriously old.

So, on one of my trips to England, I went to Knaresborough to write for the day and visit some of my favorite haunts. What I came away with was the plot and characters for a story that ended up being developed further the next day when I went to Leeds - a place I went to university and lived. Just like that, I had My Angel started and unintentionally fit side-by-side with Call Me Lucifer. There was not much thought needed to call the duet Good, Bad and Kinky because that is exactly what the two stories entail.

My Angel by Tilly Greene
Paranormal Erotic Romance/Bondage
Available through Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

Not everything worth having is easy to obtain.

Ann Miller was murdered as a toddler and ended up in Heaven without ever really living. She’s never questioned what she missed experiencing, not until she earns her Guardian Angel wings. With them fluttering happily around her, she discovers what being in love truly feels like and wants to embrace it fully.

As a drummer for the band of the decade, Tom Baker leads a decadent life that takes a toll on him, and he works hard to take back control of his life. Ann is there to watch over him and the more time she spends with him, the more she wants. Then her luck changes.

Ann is given the chance to live again with the man she loves, but there are conditions. She must wait for him to proclaim his heart first...and there’s a time limit.

Read an Excerpt.

Tilly Greene
WARNING! Red hot romances ahead!
www.tillygreene.com

RUNNER'S MOON: CHALLA Scores 5 Cups from Coffee Time!

2010-04-16T20:08:00.000-04:00

Challa Doon is a Ruinos, an alien who crash landed on Earth with several other of her kind. She does not know if the others survived or not as they all got separated. Now she works for a carnival as a sideshow attraction and she is called “Challa, the alien girl.” Challa’s people are shapeshifters, and Challa can appear as a human during the day.

Compton Scott is a veteran of the Iraq War. He has come home because he was severely injured causing him to lose his leg and a piece of another part of his anatomy. He is glad to be home, but relatively withdrawn.

When Compton’s best friend Max talks him into going to the carnival and checking out a side show called, “Challa, the alien girl,” he goes along for something to do. Of course the fact that his friend has brought a blind date along for him does not help, but he goes anyway since it is Max. He is very surprised at how authentic Challa looks, how she does not look as though she is wearing a costume. He does not believe in aliens, but he finds himself more than a little intrigued by her. He hides in the tent when everyone leaves and then comes out to try and talk to her. Challa takes one whiff of the man who has the temerity to approach her and nearly freezes; his scent has proclaimed him her blood mate. However, before Compton can really talk to her or she to him, a co-worker chases him from the tent. Fortunately each take matters into their own hands and they are able to find each other later in the evening. Plans are made for the next day and they are able to hook up again, this time with Challa in her human form. It becomes apparent very quickly that they each have feelings for the other that they have never had for anyone else of the opposite sex before. However, Lawson, the man who owns the carnival will not let Challa go easily since she is the reason the carnival is solvent. On top of that, Challa and her people escaped from a slave ship and the Arra, their enslavers are looking for their lost cargo. Will Challa and Compton be able to stay together? Will their budding love survive all the obstacles?

Wow! Runner’s Moon: Challa Book 4 has to be one of the best science fiction romances I’ve had the pleasure of reading this year! I absolutely loved the fact that Challa and her people do not look even remotely human. So many sci-fi romances the alien looks and acts human with just some minor variations. However, this was not the case with this story. The fact that Compton was able to accept Challa in her alien form and had absolutely no problem loving her anyway makes this story outstanding. The lovemaking scenes are sexy and emotion-filled with just the right touch of eroticism. While I have not read the first three books in this series, after reading this one I plan to. Still this book can easily stand on its own. If you want to read a really fabulous science fiction romance, then I highly encourage you to pick up a copy of Runner’s Moon: Challa Book 4 because it is so worth it!

Regina
Coffee Time Romance and More
http://coffeetimeromance.com/CoffeeThoughts/

My First RWA Conference!

2010-04-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

Okay, it wasn't Nationals, just a chapter conference, but it still totally rocked! It was so much fun and we met so many great authors! Some even live way more close by than I realized and want to get together for coffee sometime at Starbucks! I'm psyched! LOL!

They had wonderful speakers, too. Diana Love and Karen Rose. We got to meet both of them. The very sweet and super funny Barbara Vey introduced us to Diana Love, and Karen Rose sat at the same table with us the first night. Karen was the keynote speaker and she was absolutely hilarious. Not only did she tell funny stories, but she brought props so she could act the stuff out! Too funny, I tell ya!

We've gone to Lori Fosters a couple times, which totally rocks, too, so I was kinda nervous that an RWA conference would be so much more formal, but it wasn't. At least this one wasn't. Then again, it was on the beach! LOL!

It was all very cool! Can't wait until next time!

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Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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Why I Write Romance--to Escape the Mundane

2010-04-05T00:01:00.000-04:00

*This is a resposting of a blog post I wrote for CJ England's blog site, but I wanted to have this conversatio here too.*

Despite my many publications, I still become enthralled with reading a good story, one that helps me escape the mundane. This is why I write romance, to escape the stress, mundaneness, and overall evil of every day life.

What kind of romance do I write? For the most part, I write interracial, erotic romance. What does that mean exactly? Well, when I consider interracial romance, it means two different ethnicities that date romantically. This is a subgenre of romance. I’m also in an interracial marriage, so when I set down to write about two people falling in love, most often I see the characters as not being from the same ethnicities. Though I’ll be honest it doesn’t just pertain to the physical differences, but also interspecies too.

Which leads to the very next part of my writing! I write a bunch of various sub-genres of the romance subgenre, if you follow. I write science fiction, fantasy, paranormal, and contemporary interracial romances. LOL! Yes, most of my stories are written in one of these various subgenres. I truly enjoy writing in make believe worlds that I populate and create. Some may argue that I can do the same with contemporary settings, but there are rules I have to follow---gravity, the limitations of powers, the fact that society is structured in a certain manner, etc.

When I play, I want all rules to be off the table—so to speak. That’s another reason why I like romance. I like romance that is fantastic and grand, and it must sweep me away from the everyday mundane of being mother, teacher, and wife. Otherwise, what is the point? As a high school English teacher, I read novels all the time that inspire great thought, and speaks to the human condition (including all its ills), but when it comes to love, falling in love, it shouldn’t carry a lengthy thought process.

Falling in love should be fantastic and free, wonderful and wicked, loving and lustful—or they are when I write them.

That’s not to say that real love and relationships aren’t complicated. They are! They’re also complicated for my characters too, but set against the backdrop of incubus and shape shifters, goddesses and gods, and space commanders and generals, let’s just say the stories become more interesting. ;-)

As a writer, I am first a reader, and if the story entertains me, then I’m reasonably certain it will entertain readers. J Besides, there’s plenty of things on the news one could use to stress out over, but when I sit down to read, I want to escape the everyday.

Why do you read? I invite you to post your “why I read romance” comments at my Yahoo group, The Color of Love (http://yahoo.groups.com/group/thecoloroflove, and let’s discuss why you read romance.

Can he really be sexy?

2010-03-31T06:00:00.002-04:00

Fact: I don't use real people to help build my characters.

There are problems that come along with doing that, like everyone has their own opinions of who a person is, and often can't open up to other possibilities. Thankfully, I have an expansive imagination, and happily rely on it to create the people who populate my work. That is one of the perks of being a writer - allowing the creative juices to freely flow.

So, when it came time to develop Lucifer, despite his having a well known reputation, it actually came very easily.

Physically and personality-wise, he has little incommon with the Devil who everyone believes they know. But wait a second, so there is no misunderstanding, my hero is the real Satan, but for me, he is much more than the job of recruiting people to reside in his abode - Hell. That said, what does the ultimate bad boy actually look like?

"Without any warning, the chair started to slowly swivel around. Nia held her breath, tense to see what the man looked like. As he moved into the firelight, she was faced with the most handsome man she’d ever encountered. Her imagination won the war. The pulsating rhythm in her pussy sped up and matched her heartbeat. The tandem beating held her undivided attention and she couldn’t find the willpower to look away.

Dang, she was in even deeper trouble than she’d thought.

The man had a commanding presence and oozed power, a very seductive combination. His mink brown hair was cropped close and dark brown eyes instantly pulled Nia in and entranced her. His chin was strong and his nose was slightly crooked. Lovely. In the low flickering light, it looked like he wore a traditional white dress shirt and sedate tie with a classic dark suit. The man sitting on the other side of the desk was obviously a professional of some sort, a higher up on the corporate ladder, and with a voice that touched her in a very sexual way.

If there was a type of guy she was attracted to, then he was it. A businessman who used his mind and not brawn to get what he wanted."
Copyright © 2010 Tilly Greene

Well? Are businessmen sexy? Of course! All that power, confidence, and self assurance is yummy. Okay, what about a Lucifer - would he be sexy in a suit and tie? I think so. The bad boy who uses his brain is pretty hot, especially when he's stripped and getting creative in the bedroom.

Did you notice from the cover Kendra Egbert created that he isn't hiding who he truly is? The horns and tail are there, but Lucifer is showing the man he truly wants to be for Nia - her lover and hero.

Buy eBook from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

Tilly Greene
WARNING! Red hot romances ahead!
www.tillygreene.com

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Call Me Lucifer is OUT!

2010-03-17T06:00:00.001-04:00

While daydreaming, I wondered if Lucifer, Satan, the Devil, whatever you call him, I wondered if he could be a hero - a romantic hero with honest love and respect for a woman. I didn't want it to be a man called Lucifer or a devil of a character who finds love, I wanted to rework the actual evil incarnate into a dreamboat. A dreamboat who isn't a neutered version, but one retains some naughtiness that he embraced for an eternity.

It was a blast to flesh out someone with the worst reputation known to exist. So, was I successful in the challenge I set out to fulfill? I think so, but now you can judge for yourself.

Call Me Lucifer by Tilly Greene
Paranormal Erotic Romance/Bondage and D/s
Available through Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

He is much more than the horrific job title and now he needs to prove it to her!

Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness, works hard dishing out punishments and asks for little in return, until now. He's been waiting an eternity for a woman who would bring out his gentle side, his need to love and be loved in return. He’d started to wonder if she even existed but at last he’s found her, in a courtroom arguing for a tougher sentence.

After his first introduction to Nia Adams, a sexy petite firebrand, he spends all his time on the surface at her side. They have a serious relationship and he’s sure the emotion bouncing between them is love. Then she lies to him about how she feels.

While difficult to hear, the lie opens a door. It gives him the only chance he’ll ever have to show her who the man behind the horrific job title really is. And he takes it with both hands.

Read an Excerpt.

Tilly Greene
WARNING! Red hot romances ahead!
www.tillygreene.com

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New! RUNNER'S MOON: CHALLA by Linda Mooney

2010-03-16T15:34:00.000-04:00

RUNNER'S MOON: CHALLA
(Book 4 of the "Runner's Moon" series)
An Erotic Sci-fi Romance
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-683-9
(print) ISBN# 978-
Word Count: 82.2K

And this month only it's 25% Off!

She was one of thirty-one aliens who escaped the slave ship where she had been kept captive all of her life. Now she could live a quiet, peaceful existence on Earth, free from pain and misery. Or so she had hoped until that fateful night when she was caught in her true form. From that moment, Challa the Alien Girl became one of Lawson Hall’s best draws to his traveling sideshow carnival.

Compton Scott didn’t believe in aliens. He had enough on his plate without having to worry about being dragged out to some two-bit circus. Still, he got a kick out of the little freak show featuring the woman dressed in a green costume. But once he got home, she began to haunt his every waking minute.

It wasn’t long before Compton discovered the truth about the alien woman and his growing feelings for her. Unfortunately, Lawson Hall wasn’t about to give up his bread and butter without a fight.

Neither were the Arra.

Warning! Contains fake entrails, x-ray guns, family reunions, misconceptions, lessons in seduction, an unusual holster, drunk frat boys, an ugly duckling turned hero, and an all-out war of the worlds.

*****

Chapter 24
Ill

Challa normally rode with the Lebrands when the show was en route. Cora worked concessions, and Gilles was the head mechanic for the rides. They were an older couple who had never had children of their own, so the carnival’s nomadic way of life suited them perfectly. They had a nice-sized van, and Challa had adopted one of the rear seats as her own. There, she could huddle down and read or sleep. Or, in this case, be alone with her thoughts. Thoughts of Compton. When she wept, no one would see or hear her way back in the vehicle. Not when the Lebrands liked to rock with the Beatles blaring through the speakers.

Every half hour or so Challa would look down at her arm and curse it. What was the point of loving someone when she couldn’t prove it? Why would fate send her to Compton, but not allow her to have him?

She had been a youngling on that slave ship. She had no first-hand experience knowing what her home world was like. Her parents had been captured and brought aboard the Arran ship. There, they had been forced to copulate, only to discover they were true blood mates. After repeated torture for refusing to have children, they had complied. Challa heard she was their third child. The other two had been sold to other worlds. Yet for some reason she never understood, the Arra had kept her, although they isolated her away from her parents.

It wasn’t until Simolif came to gather her and the other younglings being held in a separate part of the ship, and took them to the escape craft, that she found out about her parents’ deaths. About how they had refused to bear any more children, and how Heela, her mother, had died from the resulting punishment. Doon passed away in his sleep a few days later. Challa had always wondered if it was because of his grief over losing his mate, or from the adjac wounds inflicted on him when he had refused to obey the Arra.

She ran her fingers over her inner arm, down the unmarked flesh. A warm tear drop fell onto her knuckles. The further the distance stretched between her and Compton, the darker the blackness inside her grew. Everything inside her told her Compton was her mate. Every nerve fiber sang his name. Every muscle, every cell waited for his piquant scent to descend over her again. She was like a raw gem, needing him to delicately carve her into a perfect, precious stone with his love.

To make her whole. Complete. Fulfilled.

The chasm continued to widen as the miles slid under the van’s tires. Her heart beat sluggishly, and her head pounded. Sleeping did little to assuage the pain, and unfortunately she couldn’t take any of the medications humans did, as the chemicals were like poison to her system.

The caravan stopped at a filling station and barbeque place on the outskirts of some town. The smell of roasting meat make her sick to her stomach. Still, she climbed out of the van to get something to eat. Maybe if she ate something, it would help. Some potato salad would be nice.

"Hey, girl, you’re looking a mite poorly." Marlene trundled over to her and gave her shoulder a motherly pat. "That time of the month?"

Fortunately, Challa had quickly learned that the phrase "that time of the month" was always a great excuse whenever something she ate or came across left her feeling nauseous. She nodded slightly as the road bobbled before her eyes. "Yeah. My stomach’s upset, too."

"Have you thrown up any?"

"No. Not yet." She couldn’t throw up, even if she wanted to. Challa suspected it had something to do with being Ruinos.

The kindly woman grabbed her by the elbow and guided her over to the back bumper, urging Challa to sit down. "Why don’t you just stay here and get some fresh air? I’ll have Wiley bring you something to eat."

For some reason, sitting down stopped the road from swaying. Too bad her stomach wouldn’t. Challa managed a wane smile. "Thank you. I’d appreciate it."

"What are you hungry for? Anything in particular? How about some chicken? Oh, wait. I’m sorry. I forgot you don’t eat meat. Well, how about some baked beans and cabbage slaw, then?"

"I’d... I’d like some potato salad if they have it, please."

Marlene grinned. The air around her was spiced with her caring apple scent. "Okay! Potato salad it is! Now, you stay here, and I’ll have Wiley bring you out some."

Challa thanked her, then watched as the rotund woman slowly made her way across the short parking lot toward the restaurant where most of the carnies had already gone inside. The rest of the crew were taking turns at the gas pumps filling up the vehicles.

"You wanted to see me?"

It was Duffy’s voice coming from the other side of the van. Challa remained where she sat, too nauseated to get up and see who he was talking to.

"Yeah. I need you to go on ahead and post some flyers.

It was Lawson. She wasn’t surprised

There was a rustling of papers. "Head over to the coast and work your way south. Take in the next three towns." More paper noises. "Start here. Carter Straits. This one looks good, too. And here. They’re the right size. Need to take the map with you?"

"Yeah," Duffy replied as paper crinkled again.

"We should make Carter Straits tomorrow.

"Gonna do some mid-week shows?"

"Have to. Don’t have a choice.

"Too bad we couldn’t finish up at Cooper. We had some good crowds there.

"Yeah, but it couldn’t be helped," Lawson practically growled. "Better get a move on. Have you eaten?"

"Leeda’s waiting on our order."

"Okay. As soon as you’ve eaten, take the Dodge. Drive safe."

Things grew quiet. Challa leaned back against the vehicle and opened herself up. The fresh air and spaciousness of this world still felt strange at times, even though the escape ship had landed more than seven years ago. Sometimes the cramped little cubbyholes she took refuge in felt more real to her than her life did now. Although she knew that she would have eventually died on the Arran ship, Challa wondered how much different her life was today, compared to yesterday. Could she live with this pain inside her? How was it such pain didn’t lessen, but grew with every passing hour? With every passing mile?

She covered her mouth to muffle her sob.

How did a Ruinos cope without her blood mate, when everything inside said she had found him? But when, in reality, she hadn’t?

***

Linda Mooney
2009 Whiskey Creek Press Torrid Author of the Year
Author of 10 Consecutive #1 Best Sellers
Sensuous Romance with a Sci-Fi or Fantasy Flair
http://www.lindamooney.com/

Received a couple of covers...

2010-03-11T06:00:00.006-05:00

and they are gorgeous!

There are people with reputations for being really good or very bad, but this doesn't make them true or mean they don't want to feel appreciated and cherished. Everyone has a particular job to do. The Devil must punish those who make mistakes, an angel is there to guard someone from harm, but they can't interfere. They work hard to fulfill what is required of them. However, when everything that must be done is finished, they don't need to be shunned or put on a pedestal, they need to be wanted, loved.

There is someone out there for everyone, good or bad, and kinky makes it more interesting.

Paranormal Erotic Romance series with Bondage and D/s

I am so ready for the Good, Bad, and Kinky duet to come out! Call Me Lucifer will be out on March 15 and My Angel in May. Kudos and thanks to Kendra.

Tilly Greene
WARNING! Red hot romances ahead!
www.tillygreene.com

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Animal Instinct WINS 2009 CataNetwork Reviewer's Choice Award!

2010-03-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

I'm so excited! ANIMAL INSTINCT, my hot Men of Alaska paranormal erotic romance won the 2009 CataNetwork Reviewer's Choice Award! I'm psyched! I didn't even know they had reviewed it! LOL!

http://sensual.ecataromance.com/index.php?page_id=3627

Every Girl Wants a Guy Who's an Animal in Bed!

Artist Heidi Gibson is spending the summer up in Anchorage doing some painting when she gets attacked by a crazed wolf. She is rescued by golden- eyed wildlife biologist Luke McCall, who calmly informs she has been bitten by a werewolf and will turn into one during the next full moon. Thinking he’s obviously out of his mind, she can’t get away from him fast enough.

When strange things start happening to her, however, she begins to think the ruggedly handsome biologist could be right. Not knowing what else to do, she goes to Luke and is stunned to discover that he knows so much about werewolves because he’s one himself.

As Luke teaches her what she needs to know about being a werewolf, Heidi finds herself falling hard for the Alaskan hunk. But while they’re intent on each other, the werewolf that attacked her comes back into the picture, and he’s not exactly happy that another of his kind is trying to take the woman he believes is his rightful mate. Can Luke and Heidi's attraction overpower the jealousy of the rogue werewolf?

Read an Excerpt and Find Out How to Get Your Copy!
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And don't forget to check out the first award winning book in the series, ANIMAL ATTRACTION!

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Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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Find out why Lord of Thunder was up for a CAPA award at The Romance Studio!

2010-02-16T07:57:00.015-05:00

I was notified Book 1 of my Thunder Trilogy, LORD OF THUNDER, was up for a CAPA (Cupid and Psyche) Award from The Romance Studio for Best Erotic Fantasy!

If you haven't read it, now's the perfect time to lose yourself in this #1 best seller!

You can see it listed here.

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LORD OF THUNDER
(Book 1 of the Thunder Trilogy)
Erotic Fantasy Romance
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-427-9
(print) ISBN# 978-1-60313-428-6
Word Count: 71.5K

Annie Mayall was a young bride, brought to Montana in 1940 by her new husband to start their new life together...as soon as he struck it rich in the promised lonely years, Annie was forced to survive by herself in the wilds of the mountains. Until one stormy night brought a severely wounded stranger to her tiny one-room cabin. A stranger both mystical and fascinating. A stranger who not only brought her happiness, but a kind of love she never knew existed.

A stranger who was not of this earth.

Warning! Contains mutilation, abandonment, total isolation, harsh and unbearable weather, blood-letting, attempted homicide, attempted angelcide, snoopy but concerned neighbors, close confinement, promises kept, and unusual uses for a feather.

Snow at Disney World...And We Ran a Half-Marathon In It!

2010-02-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

Yes, there was snow at Disney World back in January for the half-marathon and it is was freezing degrees! My hubby and I kept checking the weather report before we went and every time we did, it just got colder. When they showed snow, sleet and freezing rain for the morning of the half-marathon, we couldn't believe it, but we figured we better wear a few extra layers anyway. Well, we get up at 2:15 AM, yes I said AM, to grab a bagel and catch the bus to Epcot, where the race started, and sure enough, it was freezing cold and snowing! Okay, so we don't usually run if it's too cold, but we signed up, so we were going to run it and we did! We wore three shirts, including an Under Armour Cold Gear one, a zip-up hoodie, and wore two pairs of running pants! Honestly, the snow wasn't that bad, but when it turned to sleet, then freezing rain about two miles into the run, that wasn't really too fun. I mean, we had fun, but I could have done without the wintry mix, thank you very much! LOL!

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Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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Need a New Series to Get Lost In?

2010-02-05T14:41:00.000-05:00

If you're looking for a new fantasy series, then I invite you to read my Humania series. So far there are three stories in this series, but it is an enchanting tale of the kingdom of Humania.

Book 1: Desire Into Gold

Blurb: Given in exchange for her father's life, Beauty Miller must turn desire into gold! A virgin, she knows very little of desire, let alone how to turn it into gold. Yet her very life depends on her ability to convince her captive that she can do just that. When a little man appears offers to turn the trick for her, Beauty is thrilled. Soon her joy turns into terror as the little man threatens to take her most sacred gift--unless she can guess his name!

Acting as an undercover knight, Josh C. Prince, wants nothing better than to slap the magical bracelets on Kingston Jones, known fairy dust smuggler in his father's kingdom. His mission gets complicated when Jones brings in a young girl named Beauty and locks her in a tower. Smitten, his own desires inflamed beyond anything he's felt before, Josh knows he must have her. But can he rescue Beauty and get the goods on Jones?

Book 2: The Onyx Scion
Blurb: Misaki Kenji has just experienced the worst day of her life. Her beloved husband, Otieno Kenji, has been slain, by an arrow. Shattered by grief, she’s discovered draped over Otieno. Accused, shunned, and labeled a murderer, Misaki must find out who really did kill her husband or join him in the after life.

Kanton Kingsley cannot believe he’s been given the rather crappy assignment of covering the Kenji murder. An open and shut case, Kanton believes he’ll be back in Humania before the weekend.
Yet when he lays eyes on the beautiful Misaki, he is enchanted at once, by her steeliness and frustrated by it as well.

Far away in the cold providence of Osir, blood runs cold beneath the icy landscape and the hush of snowfall muffles the cries of murder and betrayal. Kanton and Misaki are soon swept up in a tale of greed, power, and conspiracy centered around an ancient poem. One which speaks of a lost scion, and the sole heir to the Dark Elves’ throne.

Let me know what you think.

RaeLynn Blue
http://www.raelynnblue.com
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Book 3: Prin in Porta

Blurb: Princess Courtney Rose, Prin, is not having a great day. Her brother, King Josuha has packed her up and shipped her off to Porta, a province known for its number of retired wizards, sorceresses and brothels. Bored out of her mind and given a new name to protect her identity, Prin is coiled to strike at the peaceful province. Missing the party life in Humania, this "deburoyale" longs to be back in the lap of luxury—if only she can survive the two weeks she's sentenced to Porta.

All is a serious drag until she meets a servant, Patrick Butler. Patrick Butler is fed up with being a low-level attendant. Reared as a servant since birth, he longs for adventure and if possible, a little fun.

Both Patrick and Prin get more than they bargain for when Lady Seaman sets her sights on snaring the young Butler for her bed and eliminating the young princess as well. With her brother out of contact, Prin is on her own, and she must escape Lady Seaman's clutches for not only her life will be shattered, but those of the royal family.
Will this partying princess grow up in time to save her brother's throne, and manage to keep Patrick?

A Hero's Bargain by Rayne Forrest

2010-01-29T17:21:00.010-05:00

I haven't been here in quite a while, and was pleasantly pleased to see the older Torrid Temptations background. The alignment is a wee bit off, but cyberspace happens to all of us.

Even though I've not been blogging about it, my writing life continues to flourish. New ventures have taught me so much more than I ever imagined, but I think I'll always come back to science fiction romance(or speculative fiction romance, if you embrace all the new terms). Call it what you like, because I'll always think of it as Star Trek with real sex.

"A Hero's Bargain" is one of my favorite stories. It starts with the science fiction aspect and quickly moves to, and finishes with, the romance between Ryder and Saba. That's the way I like to read a sci-fi romance, so I write it that way. Anyway, in the story, Ryder and Saba walk a thin line between necessity and vengence, and they took me to a place I hadn't planned. I confess to being very pleased with the result.

So enough chatter from the author. Here's the promo for A Hero's Bargain.

Rayne

A Hero's Bargain - Now available at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

When a poker game turns ugly, erstwhile gambler Ryder Vaughan runs for his life. After crash landing his ship on an unknown world it looks like his life will be a short one - until the lovely healer, Saba Duer, finds him and saves him. Smitten, Saba has no qualms allowing Ryder to seduce her.

In Ryder, Saba sees the coming of a hero to save her people. The deadly errol that has terrorized the Ramalho Clan for so many years has been spotted on a course that will bring it to the village. Ryder has a weapon that could destroy the creature. She strikes a bargain with him to secure his help. Ryder's not yet well and whole, but there is no choice. Saba has to let him go and face the truth -she's sent him on a mission to die.

Only Ryder has a plan and dying isn't a part of it.

EXCERPT from A HERO'S BARGAIN

“Have you pain?” she asked softly. He shook his head again.

“No. But I didn’t jiggle my back around.”

Jiggle? He must mean that he hadn’t moved the root nerve along his spine. That made perfect sense given her observations of him. She began folding the blanket that was draped across the foot of her bed.

“Let’s get this beneath you. Then you may have food.” She slipped an arm beneath his shoulders, helping him ease up. His face rolled against her breasts. He drew in a deep breath. She almost jerked away. Once he was propped up she dared to look at him.

His face was inscrutable. Too much so. She handed him the mug of thickened broth.

She should have poured it over his head for making her breasts feel so strangely. Her nipples tingled and itched. It was all she could do to keep her hands from rubbing them. The only thing that stopped her was the conviction he’d get some sort of perverse pleasure from the action.

“You wouldn’t deprive a dying man succor, would you angel?”

Succor, was it? She glared down at him.

“You are not dying. I’m on to your games now and you won’t be able to do that again.”

He laughed, a wicked, low sound that shivered across her nerves and teased her woman’s flesh to a tingling awareness of him. He took a cautious sip from the mug. Then another.

He drank it in rapid little sips as she watched. He had no difficulty swallowing and it appeared his stomach was not at all unsettled.
“Would you like a slice of bread?”

His gaze flicked up to hers. “You’ve been holding out on me? Shame on you, angel.”

“Is that a yes or a no?” She snapped at him.

He grinned. “Yes. I’d like a slice of bread.” He held the cup out to her. “Is there more of this?”

She snatched the mug from his hand and refilled it. “This is all there is for now. Would you like rettub on your bread?”

“Sure. Whatever that is.” He accepted the mug and began sipping again, slower this time. She handed him the bread and he dipped it into the liquid and took a bite. He repeated the action until the bread was gone.

“This is manna. Thank you. And thanks for rescuing me. I don’t know if I’ve told you that or not.”

“You did, but you do not have to thank us. Are you experiencing any discomfort?”

He shook his head and lifted the mug to his lips, draining its contents. “I can’t say as there’s any pain at all right now. I’d like to stay still and keep it that way.”

“I’m sure you would. But I should bathe you again.” She could get another look at his maleness. She was the healer, after all, and needed to have knowledge of many things.

“Oh, I think not. Call one of your minions for that. Get Tyree in here.”

“Tyree has more important things to do and I need to see how your wounds are healing. Some may need another application of salve.”

He gave her a calculating look. She refused to flinch.

“Angel, Tyree has nothing more important than a stranger in his village. Trust me on this one.”

“Tyree will ask for your weapons.”

“Tyree doesn’t know I have weapons unless you told him. Did you?”

She couldn’t lie. Her face would give her away. “No. I did not tell him. Not yet.”

“Why not? You should have.”

He was right and she knew it. “Tyree may be the headman of the village but he doesn’t know how to work your weapons. I would not have him examining them and injuring himself or others. You will show him your weapons in due time.”

He looked pleased she’d thought it through that far, his eyes lighting with amused respect. “You seem awfully sure of that. My weapons don’t belong here. I can’t let Tyree have them.”

She plucked the empty mug from his fingers and busied herself washing it. She had her opening. She couldn’t lose her nerve now. It was their only hope. She dried the mug and set it up on the shelf then turned back to Ryder.

“We need your weapons, and your help. If you agree to use your weapons to destroy the errol, we will pay you.”

His eyebrows shot up. His eyes darkened.

“Pay me, will you? With what? A ship so I can get back to my life? Tell me you have one. Lie to me, Saba.”

He had every right to be bitter over his circumstances. She understood, but his acerbic tone shocked her. She hadn’t considered anger. Anger could make him dangerous in ways nothing else would. Nonetheless, her mind was made up. It was her decision, be it folly or not.

“No. The coin I would pay you with is my body.”

A HERO'S BARGAIN
ISBN: 978-1-60313-668-6
Available now at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

Rayne Forrest
http://www.rayneforrest.com
http://twentysixkeys.blogspot.com
http://www.myspace.com/rayneforrest

Best of Torrid Teasers Vol. 2 is OUT!

2010-01-18T06:00:00.001-05:00

Tilly Greene

Ever wonder how wild and kinky life can get on a private island?

RUSSIA
Russian businessman, Vasiliy Beketov, bought an island to be his home away from home. Everything was going his way when suddenly, he was hunted down for no reason other than being a success. Finally back in control of his life, Zura Girard comes to his private sanctuary as a designer and ends up becoming much more.

NEW ZEALAND
Kiri Kanawa had been gifted with finding and possessing love. Unfortunately it came in a non-traditional way. The intensity of her feelings, along with her parents’ disapproval, was too much to handle and scared her away from true happiness. Now Timu Tuhaere and Luke McClure have her back on their islands and they’ll do whatever it takes to keep her there.

CHINA
On her lunch break, Jia Li is kidnapped off a busy street in San Francisco's Chinatown and wakes up on an airplane. Terrified and blindfolded, she doesn’t understand what is happening, until her captor reveals himself as her ex-boyfriend Yi Burton. He is determined to save her life and bring her back into his arms, which can only happen on his private island.

INDIA
Bollywood starlet, Sati Chaudhari, has had most of her life controlled by her uncle, except for one thing. He can’t manage who she loves. While away from his authority, she meets and marries Bodhi Burke, a hotel mogul. Unfortunately, their need for secrecy continues, and their busy lives keep them apart. Not satisfied, Bodhi buys a private island, a place for them alone.

Cheri Valmont

Care to take a dare on a future time?

Take a trip to the alien planet of Kazphyr from the technologically advanced country of Kantrer to the wilds of the forbidden country of Velorn: A place where circumstances force inhabitants to improvise when it comes to finding love and keeping it forever.

SEX MACHINE
After repairing a Zand pleasure ’droid, android technician, Teena Andrenas is offered a chance to meet Zand and the first pleasure ’droid ever created. The owner of Zand Robotics, Zand Gorsend, soon realizes Teena is the female for him. Can he convince her he’s real and meant to be her one, true mate?

EQUAL OPPORTUNITY SEDUCTION
The Kazphyrian government is forcing all able-bodied citizens to find a mate. Bradeon Gosh-Ere and Hankren Tereamin want a special female mate who will accept them both and the relationship they share as lovers. When Drendar Kyntrel accepts the temporary position to help, can the males convince the suitable Dren to accept them as her mates for life?

THE COMMANDER’S MATE
Aimee Syncire wakes to find herself a prisoner of the Velornian Legion commander, JarrRon Ry Vere. Aimee’s determination and will to survive draws Jarr from the first. When circumstances force JarrRon to release Aimee, he must find a way to bring her back and convince her to accept him as his true, barbarian mate.

ALIA’S DEBT
When Princess Alia Faddei is bought from slavers as a ‘gift’ for GarinRig Ossur, she is determined to serve the debt of honor due for her rescue. From the moment Alia encounters Garin, she wants him. Alia’s fulfillment of her debt could mean her death. Can Garin and Alia be together without forsaking their honor or their lives?

Susan M Sailors

SHADOWS OVER SEA VIEW
Victoria moves into Sea View expecting to find the ghost her grandmother told her about. She dreams of a man named Quentin, then discovers he is real—and a vampire. She agrees to help him end his curse, hoping it will all end with him in her arms, not the grave.

TREASURE
Katie O’Brien came to the Bluebird Inn hoping for a vacation. But when a pirate named Jack seduces her then confesses he’s a ghost, her plans change drastically. Jack hopes he can convince Katie to give them both the chance to find the true love that could save them both.

STARS AND STRAPS
Tasha left her home world because she’d always felt unfulfilled as a princess. She’d never been sure what she was missing until a bounty hunter named Cade found her. Now Tasha has another mission—convincing Cade that what they’ve found is worth far more than the bounty on her head.

UNFORGETTABLE VOYAGE
Deacon books a cruise on a pleasure ship to make his business partner Lukas happy, but then he meets Romana. Deacon soon begins to believe that, despite his partner’s pleasure-only attitude, love is still a possibility and great sex doesn’t have to be optional in a real relationship.

Now available from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

Tilly Greene
WARNING! Red hot romances ahead!
http://www.tillygreene.com/

I'm Officially a "Naughty Author Chick!"

2010-01-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

That's right! I'm officially a Naughty Author Chick and will be blogging there every other Friday! Hope you'll stop by!

http://naughtyauthorchicks.blogspot.com/

*hugs*
Paige

Titles Available at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!

ANIMAL ATTRACTION
ANIMAL INSTINCT
MODERN DAY VAMPIRES: VAMPIRE 101
LIBRARIAN DAY

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com

New! WINGS OF THUNDER (Book 3 of the "Thunder" Trilogy) by Linda Mooney

2009-12-16T07:34:00.001-05:00

WINGS OF THUNDER
(Book 3 of the Thunder Trilogy)
Erotic Fantasy Romance
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-661-7
(print) ISBN# 978-1-60313-643-3
Word Count: 74.8K

As the days flow into weeks, and weeks become months, Rion finds Annie slowly becoming more and more despondent with homesickness, melancholy, and the growing need to see her home world again. His own fears escalate, knowing that if she returns, he will never be able to follow her. If she is taken back, he will never see her again. But she is an "otherworlder", and their laws dictate she cannot be forced to remain. If her wish is to go back to Earth, he has no choice but to let her.

But when fate sends a messenger through the gap during a massive, destructive storm, Rion is forced to fight to keep what he cannot live without. Now it's a battle between saving their love and their marriage, or giving her up and relinquishing her to the arms of another man.

A man from Earth.

Warning! Contains a duel to the death, an itchy redness, suspected infidelity, massive storm destruction, artwork, unconventional use of an emergency flare gun, and a whole new interpretation to the term "bloody good show!".

Updates!

2009-12-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

Thought I'd give everyone some updates on what I'm working on for Torrid!

I've already ouytline the second book in my Modern Day Vampires Series. I can't tell you the name quite yet because that's still a secret, but I can tell you it features Savanna and Kaige from Vampire 101, the first book in the series. It picks up where that book left off, with Savanna and Kaige tracking down a rogue vampire and getting into even more adventures!

I'm also working on the outline for the third book in my Men of Alaska Werewolf series! The hero of this book is Chase Erickson, the hunky police detective from Animal Instinct, and he's determined to figure out what Luke and Heidi are hiding!

I'm excited about both books and I hope you will be, too! If you'd like more of a sneak peek, check out my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com and click on "Coming Soon!"

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"'

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com

How Do You Prefer Your Heroes?

2009-11-16T07:14:00.001-05:00

How do you prefer your heroes?

Take my poll! You can access it here.

Please note you can give multiple answers regarding:

* hair color
* facial hair
* body hair
* personality type

Thanks!

Pick me…

2009-11-14T14:51:00.003-05:00

The book business is a funny old business. Competition is ruthless and perception is everything. You have to keep up with the Joneses. If you’re not seen as number one on a list then something’s wrong with you... right? Bollocks.

I often wonder how much attention a reader pays to a best seller list. The scale may be important to a writer, to see their name up there in the proverbial lights, but what does the reader think? Is an honor roll important? Do you buy a book because everyone else does or because you genuinely like the sound of what’s on offer?

So – do you always pick number one on a list? Or are you willing to experiment? You can comment here or email me privately – amarinda_jones@yahoo.com.au. All feedback – good, bad or indifferent welcome.

www.amarindajones.com
www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
Be daring...read an Amarinda book

Animal Instinct is Now in PRINT!

2009-11-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

I'm so excited! Animal Instinct, #1 Bestseller and sequel to my 2009 EPPIE Finalist Animal Attraction is now in PRINT!

Every Girl Wants a Guy Who's an Animal in Bed!

Artist Heidi Gibson is spending the summer up in Anchorage doing some painting when she gets attacked by a crazed wolf. She is rescued by golden- eyed wildlife biologist Luke McCall, who calmly informs she has been bitten by a werewolf and will turn into one during the next full moon. Thinking he’s obviously out of his mind, she can’t get away from him fast enough.

When strange things start happening to her, however, she begins to think the ruggedly handsome biologist could be right. Not knowing what else to do, she goes to Luke and is stunned to discover that he knows so much about werewolves because he’s one himself.

As Luke teaches her what she needs to know about being a werewolf, Heidi finds herself falling hard for the Alaskan hunk. But while they’re intent on each other, the werewolf that attacked her comes back into the picture, and he’s not exactly happy that another of his kind is trying to take the woman he believes is his rightful mate. Can Luke and Heidi's attraction overpower the jealousy of the rogue werewolf?

Read Chapter One!
http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/chapters/AnimalInstinct_PaigeTyler.shtml

Watch the Trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diuw88cCjRg

Buy it in eBook and Print from Whickey Creek Press Torrid!
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=421&zenid=43f8297068ddd4910dbae00ff6d32659

Animal Instinct and Animal Attraction, as well as my other books are also available on Amazon Kindle http://www.amazon.com/ at Fictionwise http://www.fictionwise.com/ and at All Romance eBooks http://www.allromanceebooks.com/

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

Fallen Angels Reviews Gave PASSION OF THUNDER a Recommended Read!

2009-10-16T07:15:00.004-04:00

~Reviewed by Merrylee, Fallen Angels Reviews

Passion of Thunder continues the story of Annie and Rion from where Lord of Thunder left off, with their tumultuous trip through an inter-dimensional rift between Earth and Rion's home world of Parra.

On Parra, iridescent flowers color the pristine land and orange lightning splits the storm clouds. Crystalline and obsidian towers soar majestically into an orange sky dominated by a red giant and a smaller glowing white sun very much like Earth's. Although the people are enlightened and the society advanced, the angel-like people of Parra possess no cars, electricity or telephones. They fly or walk wherever they go. They communicate using messengers and light their world with candles and lanterns. Parra is an environmentalist's dream, its residents progressive, free-thinking and tolerant. Most are fascinated by Annie, Rion's "wingless wonder," but there are those who refuse to accept an "otherworlder" residing among them. They resent Annie and conspire to destroy her marriage to Rion, devastate their lives and ruin their children's futures. It will take all the strength and determination Rion and Annie posses to confront the hurdles raised before them and to battle the jealousy and hatred that will ultimately drive an angel to murder.

While Passion of Thunder could be considered a stand-alone novel, I highly recommend reading Lord of Thunder first as a lead-in to the beginning of this book. Passion begins a bit slow and without the impetus of book one, the reader could very well make the huge mistake of putting this book down before the plot picks up pace. And believe me, it does, flowing as smoothly as warm butter from one chapter to the next and from one situation to another. Throughout the story, I felt as if I were in a symbiotic relationship with Annie, enjoying her good times and suffering along with her through the bad. The powerful and sensual sex scenes between Annie and Rion add a deep, abounding passion to their devoted relationship. Rion's commitment to Annie drew me to him more than any fictional hero ever has. I will be waiting anxiously for the December 15th release of Wings of Thunder, the third and final book in this exceptional one-of-a-kind series by Linda Mooney.

***
PASSION OF THUNDER
(Book 2 of the Thunder Trilogy)
Erotic Fantasy Romance
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-516-0
(print) ISBN# 978-1-60313-517-7
Word Count: 83.3K

Rion and Annie have made a home for themselves on Rion's world. But there are those who cannot tolerate having an "otherworlder" living among them. People who are jealous of their happiness. People who would do anything to see that their marriage is destroyed, and their lives forever ruined.

It will take every ounce of love between Rion and Annie to face the obstacles and hatred suddenly thrust at them. What they never anticipated was that an angel would resort to murder.

Warning! Contains aggravated assault, bribery, sword fighting, house arrest, forced separation, murder, revenge, heartbreak, seduction with berries, sex in public places, miracles, and outrageous prices for evening dresses.

Now at ARe, OmniLit, and 15% off at Fictionwise through Sunday, 10/18!

The less angelic among us…

2009-10-14T14:40:00.002-04:00

I do believe angels exist. I just don’t think they are the ethereal beings we think they are. How can they be? Any time you get a bunch of people, angelic or not, together there’s going to be moods, power struggles and attitude.

Attitude is good in romance. While books where the hero and heroine fall in love without any angst are nice and sweet and contained, romance books are about reading why two people – so vastly different – are wildly attracted to each other. Why him? Why me? Do I want to do this? But then how can I not?

I wrote Attitude Angel thinking about Christmas and how little it means to me. Yeah, not many people admit that do they? So I thought what the hell, let’s write about a girl named Lucy and a less than angelic angel called David and see what they do.

Amarinda Jones has written a witty and wonderful holiday story, with romance and hot steamy sex. The characters are fun to read, and the journey from Attitude Angel to something more for David is so much fun. And Lucy is written with such humor and laughter, mixed with her pain, that I laughed at the antics, agreed with some of Lucy’s insights for the holiday season, and ultimately, I fell in love with both of them. This is an excellent, if non-traditional, holiday story, and one I thoroughly enjoyed. For anyone feeling a bit sad at the holiday, this is a real winner, and if you want to heat up your winter, this will do quite well. Do they find David’s killer, does Aballach give David his life back, and is there a happy ever after? Read Attitude Angel and find out.

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/

Attitude Angel is out soon – November.

www.amarindajones.com
www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
Be daring...read an Amarinda book

Hot Paranormal Erotic Romance for Halloween!

2009-10-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

Looking for something hot and sexy to read for Halloween! Then check out my paranormal romances from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!

Animal Attraction, 2009 EPPIE Finalist

Not only are werewolves real, but they're damn hunky, too!

Frustrated when none of the real newspapers will hire her as a reporter, Eliza Bradley takes the only job she can get – at a paranormal magazine. Her first assignment takes her to Fairbanks , Alaska to investigate the possibility that a werewolf has killed two local hikers.

She forgets about the story, however, when she meets Hunter McCall, a local college professor and an expert on wolves. The man is an absolute hunk, and she finds herself spending more time in his bed than worrying about werewolves. That is, until Eliza finds out that Hunter isn’t just an animal in the sack, he’s an animal out of it, too - of the werewolf variety! Talk about a complicated relationship!

But Eliza can’t dwell on Hunter’s little shapeshifting issues. There’s another werewolf out there with a taste for human blood, and she and Hunter are the only ones who can stop him.

Read Chapter One!
http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/chapters/AnimalAttraction_PaigeTyler.shtml

Watch the Trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sa1ccerys8A

Buy it at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=339&zenid=27e60ee9a26d457583a71b1d94858069

Animal Instinct, #1 Bestseller

Every Girl Wants a Guy Who's an Animal in Bed!

Artist Heidi Gibson is spending the summer up in Anchorage doing some painting when she gets attacked by a crazed wolf. She is rescued by golden- eyed wildlife biologist Luke McCall, who calmly informs she has been bitten by a werewolf and will turn into one during the next full moon. Thinking he’s obviously out of his mind, she can’t get away from him fast enough.

When strange things start happening to her, however, she begins to think the ruggedly handsome biologist could be right. Not knowing what else to do, she goes to Luke and is stunned to discover that he knows so much about werewolves because he’s one himself.

As Luke teaches her what she needs to know about being a werewolf, Heidi finds herself falling hard for the Alaskan hunk. But while they’re intent on each other, the werewolf that attacked her comes back into the picture, and he’s not exactly happy that another of his kind is trying to take the woman he believes is his rightful mate. Can Luke and Heidi's attraction overpower the jealousy of the rogue werewolf?

Read Chapter One!
http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/chapters/AnimalInstinct_PaigeTyler.shtml

Watch the Trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diuw88cCjRg

Buy it at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=421&zenid=43f8297068ddd4910dbae00ff6d32659

Vampire 101, Book One of Modern Day Vampires

Being a Vampire Isn't What It Used to Be!

Savanna Royce is a weekend Goth-girl who has always been fascinated with vampires. She doesn’t really believe in them, of course, but that changes when she is bitten by a rogue vamp and left for dead. Fortunately, two-hundred-and-seventy-eight-year-old vampire Kaige Travers is there to rescue her. Unwilling to let her die, he turns Savanna into a vampire to save her life, not knowing if she’ll thank him or hate him for it.

While Kaige is teaching Savanna what she needs to know about being a vampire, neither of them can deny the chemistry that’s there. Somewhere between getting her registered at the local vampire admin office and teaching her how to order blood on the internet, they fall for each other, fast and hard.

Just as things are heating up between the sheets – and everywhere else – they encounter one minor problem. The rogue vampire who attacked her is back and this time, he wants to finish the job he started.

Read Chapter One!
http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/chapters/ModernDayVampireVampire101_PaigeTaylor.shtml

Watch the Trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJUIDuF5VTo

Buy it at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=403

And for a sneak peek at the next book in each series, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/ Just click on "Coming Soon!"

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

Passion of Thunder, Book 2 of the THUNDER Trilogy, is Now Available!

2009-09-16T07:15:00.003-04:00

Now Available!

PASSION OF THUNDER

(Book 2 of the "Thunder" trilogy)
An erotic fantasy romance novel
by Linda Mooney

http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=451

(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-516-0
(print) ISBN# 978-1-60313-517-7
Word Count: 83.3K

Rion and Annie have made a home for themselves on Rion's world. But there are those who cannot tolerate having an "otherworlder" living among them. People who are jealous of their happiness. People who would do anything to see that their marriage is destroyed, and their lives forever ruined.

It will take every ounce of love between Rion and Annie to face the obstacles and hatred suddenly thrust at them. What they never anticipated was that an angel would resort to murder.
Warning: Contains aggravated assault, bribery, sword fighting, house arrest, forced separation, murder, revenge, seduction with berries, sex in public places, miracles, and outrageous prices for evening dresses.

Sensuous Romance with a Sci-Fi or Fantasy Flair!
www.LindaMooney.com