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Monday, February 27, 2006

Come and Play all Day!!

Come and play with the Whispers authors tomorrow on their readers loop. Join here.

I'll be there with Lauren Dane, who's wonderful book Sleight of Hand is releasing with Hot Gossip tomorrow!

One lucky winner for day is going to walk away with downloads of all 8 launch books!!!

But you have to be there to win! So come and play tomorrow!!

Another excerpt from HOT GOSSIP!

After a quick nap, a long shower, a slathering of cocoa butter and strategically placed perfume, Makayla sashayed into the hotel’s bar with a mission. She wore black leather pants with fashionably enhanced hips and a low cut sweater twin set that displayed more fashionably enhanced products like the triple click cleavage bra. God bless Victoria’s Secret.

Makayla quickly scanned the crowd but didn’t see Ethan. She took a stool at the bar and ordered a Pink Lady. As she took a sip, she stared at herself in the facing mirrored wall behind the counter. She ran a hand through her hair and fluffed it up. After trailing her tongue over her plump painted lips, she winked at herself. No man could resist her. She was a temptress, a seductress. An old star harlot like Brigitte Bardo. Ethan didn’t have a chance.

But what then? She’d entice him, flirt with him, ply him with drinks, and then what? She didn’t have a clue. She obviously didn’t think that far ahead. Would she actually step over the line of journalist ethics--yes, she had a line--and sleep with him for a story?

The moment she spotted Ethan in the mirror as he walked into the bar and sat down at a table, all the blood rushed from her head down to her crotch. He looked absolutely edible in his soft blue chambray shirt and tan Chinos. His hair was parted and slick to the side. It still looked wet as if he had just stepped out of the shower.

Makayla swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth as she thought of him just stepping out of the stall, his body slick and wet, the fresh scent of soap on his hard flesh, and a sexy playful grin on his chiseled face.

She felt little quivers of desire in her thighs and a quickening of things in between. Yes, she might just cross that line.

Taking another sip of her drink, she tried to compose herself. She was a professional and this was her assignment. Ethan Devane was just a story and nothing more.

After flipping back her hair, she swung around on the barstool, crossing her legs seductively as she did. She pretended to scan the crowd, a look of boredom etched on her face. At least, she hoped it was boredom and not pent-up sexual frustration.

It was getting more and more difficult to reign in her lust with Ethan so near. He was like a pheromone nuclear bomb. No one within a twenty-mile radius was safe from the hormonal fall-out.

Coming to Whispers February 28th!

Friday, February 24, 2006

More Praise for HOT GOSSIP

"There is no doubt about it--Tawny Stokes has a way with words. Humor and heat are combined to make HOT GOSSIP one hot story!!"

- Sasha White, author of Connection, and Transplant

Thanks Sasha!!!

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Excerpt from HOT GOSSIP!

Makayla imagined it was his hands on her and his body heat melting her insides. She kept dancing. Eyes locked with his. She let the seductive music take over. Swaying, grinding, and feeling herself up, she made love to him from across the room. At that moment, she had never felt so decadent, so free from judgment. For the first time in her life, she felt liberated and uninhibited.

The music abruptly stopped, and all eyes landed on her.

She looked around her. Various men and women were smirking. Others were agape. Her cheeks reddened. She turned and ran from the floor without another glance in his direction.

She raced to the washrooms. Snide comments followed her out as she turned into the hallway. There was a crowd hovering around the doors. Turning the other way, she went down a poorly lit deserted hall. It wound its way to the back exit. She stopped and leaned against the cool cement wall.

She banged her forehead against the concrete. What was she thinking? She acted like a complete idiot and could never go back in there. Oh God! What would Holly say? She would never live this down. Maybe she could play it as if she was really drunk and didn’t realize what she was doing. Then the only person who would really think her a fool would be herself.

Makayla stiffened as she sensed a presence behind her. Quickly turning her head, she could only see electric blue, like in a clear summer sky.

“Why did you run away?” His voice was rich and deep, like melted chocolate, with a slight musical lilt.

“The show was over.” Makayla kept her back to him. She shivered at his nearness. He was standing close. Close enough to smell him, a sweet tantalizing mixture of sweat and expensive cologne. He stepped closer, his intensity pressing intimately into her back.

“I was hoping for a sequel.”

“I’m not the kind of girl that gives sequels.”

He laughed. The vibrations crept up her spine and caressed her throat like lover’s fingers.

“You smell incredible.” Leaning closer, he took a deep breath of her scent.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she shivered. Even with her three inch healed boots, she had to tilt her chin to make eye contact. He was a big man with broad shoulders and wide hands. One of those powerful hands could dominate her with ease. Her knees nearly gave out at the thought.

“Why don’t you turn around?” He teased, his accent thickening with arousal.

“I don’t want to.” Makayla was enjoying this game. Cat and mouse. But who was the cat, and who was the mouse?

He moved closer to her. She could feel him pressed against her body, his erection pushing against the small of her back. She took in a ragged breath as he bent down and kissed the side of her neck. His lips lingered at the exact spot where her heart thumped erratically.

Makayla’s body quivered with each soft touch of his mouth. She moaned deep in her throat at the gentle contact. The dominant way he had her pressed against the cold wall, and the gentle soft kisses at her neck drove her to the edge, making her want to scream at the contrasts. She wanted to urge him for more and beg him to stop at the same time. She craved this more than anything.

With a burning need, she turned and sought his mouth with hers. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her. Their tongues mated in a frantic dance. She nipped at his lips, eager for more.

As he fisted his hands in her hair, he savaged her mouth, licking and biting. She could taste mint, alcohol, and man. She desired to inhale him, to suck him inside her, to feast on his flavor.

Someone cleared their throat, but Makayla’s lust-filled mind ignored it.


Their heads whipped up. A stocky man with glasses stood at the end of the hall. Ethan dropped his hands.

“What are you doing?” The man asked with a condescending smirk on his face. “We’re waiting for you back at the table.”

“Nothing,” Ethan said abruptly, taking a step away from Makayla, distancing himself.

The stocky man walked closer to them. “Who you got there?”

“Nobody. Don’t worry about it.”

Makayla glanced up at Ethan then. He was avoiding her stare, looking like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, sheepish and embarrassed.

HOT GOSSIP coming February 28th to Whispers Publishing.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Advanced Praise for HOT GOSSIP!

"Hot Gossip by Tawny Stokes is a wonderful, humorous read that will make you laugh out loud. Makayla Bradley, a sassy journalist that I immediately liked and related to, is willing to do whatever if takes to get the story. She was counting on going undercover, even playing the part of a sex kitten to get what she needed, but what Makayla wasn't counting on was falling in love with rogue playboy exec, Ethan Devane, a man who snubbed her two years previous.

Hot gossip is a fast paced, sexy plot that will keep your attention until the very last page."

- Cathryn Fox, author of Making Waves and Unleashed,