Posted by Tawny Weber Jul 14 2014, 2:00 am in Tawny Weber
I’m peeking out of the writing cave today to send you all a big wave hello! Hi everyone, remember me? Excuse the squinting, there’s not a lot of sunlight in the cave. I’m deep into my 7th Sexy SEAL novel and it’s due at the end of the month (if anyone ever says writing a book in 7 weeks is easy, send them to me. I want to know how they made it easy), plus the always fun but always hectic Romance Writers of America conference is next week so I’ve been trying to prep for that in my brief forays out of solitary confinement, cave-style.
While I was out this weekend, someone asked me what I’d do if I were stranded on a desert island for an entire weekend. I said sleep, of course. Which is apparently a very boring answer, but what can I say? The idea of an entire weekend of sleep is pretty seductive. But that kicked off a fun discussion of What Would You Do…
I thought it’d be just as fun to play with all of you.
So here we go…
What would you do if you were stranded on a desert island for one weekend?
What would you do if you had to perform in a talent show–tonight?
What would you do if you found an unclaimed $1000?
What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with your dream hottie? (realistically -would you hit on him/her? Would you be starstruck? Would you strike up a conversation?)
What would you do if you woke up in a Freaky Friday moment, where you’d switched lives for one day with the last person you spoke with?
I can’t wait to hear what you’d do!!!
Posted by Tawny Weber Jun 14 2014, 3:50 am in Tawny Weber
It’s been a week of little things…
Yesterday was the last day of school, which was a major whoohoo. Not because it’s one of those milestone years, or because there were awards or accolades involved. Since we homeschool, those tend to be rare. But because the schoolday was filled with tests and exams, which are usually a source of stress for my daughter, and it went so smoothly. Just like that, she flew through them all and voila, we are both free for the next 6 weeks! We celebrated by making chocolate chip pecan cookies for dinner. Nothing major, but it’s the little things.
After years of having a total handle on it, I’ve been struggling the last few months to write a career plan that works for me. In part because I have some big choices ahead, but also because, well, nothing seemed to click and capture the ‘plan’ the way I knew it should be. I’d gone the business route, visiting the SBA site and downloading their template. But it was too dry and blah. I’d googled my way through a half dozen writer or creative focused plans, but nothing felt right. I revisited a workshop I’d taken from Author MBA years ago, but while the template rocked, it didn’t take into account where publishing is now. I tried writing my own, but it made my head hurt. Then earlier this week, someone mentioned that OneNote was available for Mac. I’d used the program for years in goal setting and other projects, but had given it up when I switched from Windows to Mac. So this was so cool. Even cooler? It was free (seriously! Free!) I downloaded it and within a day, my career plan started taking shape, ideas were flowing and everything just clicked along. Not because the program has a template or anything like that, but because it simply flows in a way that works with my brain. See, it’s the little things.
Wanna hear another one? So, I’m going to the Romance Writers of America conference next month. And I was excited about going, don’t get me wrong. But I was also a little bummed because so many of my friends aren’t going this year (including so many of the Bandits *sob*) and on top of that, my CP was stuck at a different hotel because the conference hotel had filled. One of the things I love best about conference is this tradition that a handful of us started, oh a million years ago. After the Golden Heart/RITA ceremony, once everyone was through partying, we’d all return to our various hotel rooms, get whatever we needed down for departure in the morning, wash off our makeup, get in our comfiest sloppy clothes and meet in a quite corner of the hotel. We’d dish, we’d decompress, we’d plan, we’d quietly begin the mourning process that comes with not seeing each other for another year. But with so few of us at the conference, and my bestie at a completely different hotel, I knew that tradition wouldn’t be a part of this conference. And it seriously bummed me out. Then, mid-week, someone mentioned on Facebook that the conference hotel had openings. Just like that, my CP was booked at the same place I was, and even if it’s just her and I, the tradition will continue! Again, a tiny little thing, but it’ll make such a difference in my conference experience.
There were other little things this week, enough of them that I spent last evening seriously reflecting as I sat outside watching the full moon. So often, we measure life by the big things–at least, I do. Accomplishments, milestones, events. But its the little things that make all the difference.
How about you? Do the little things make a big difference for you, too? Or are you already used to appreciate them (I am learning!)? I think I’ll go celebrate my week of little things with another cookie!
Posted by Tawny Weber May 31 2014, 12:59 am in Tawny Weber
Let’s play a game, shall we.
I’m going to pretend everyone shouted “Yes!” just now, and didn’t groan.
You’re stranded on a deserted island for a month. We’ll call it a vacation, since there are no chores, no phones, no electronics, no responsibilities. It sounds kinda cool, huh? The basics are provided (water, fruit, veggies and your protein of choice, shelter, sunscreen and all the sarongs you want to wear)
You only get to bring five things, one from each of the following categories:
- A form of caffeine (remember, chocolate is caffeine)
- A single author’s books (but you get their entire library of everything they’ve written)
- One snack (remember, you’ll be eating this same snack every day for a month)
- The magic island seashell plays only one song when you hold it to your ear – you can pick whatever song (by whatever artist) you’d like
- One person –any person– to share your month with. For the sake of this little fantasy, lets pretend we’re all single (just in case your one person was of the opposite sex and a hunky movie star like Johnny Depp. Oh wait, he’s on my island. Sorry )
So… what’d you choose for each category? And how long do you think you’d last before you were bored crazy?
Posted by Tawny Weber May 14 2014, 3:00 am in Tawny Weber
Help! I have a little problem. I’ve had it most of my life and have tried I know how to overcome it. I’ve read books, I’ve listened to gurus, I’ve created workarounds. I’ve made excuses, I’ve made deals with myself, I’ve even tried bribery. I’ve organized my life, my work and my time and have become an avowed goal fiend. And it still has me by the throat!
So I’m here to confess. I’m a procrastination addict and I need help!
Seriously- my mother is now sending me emails with medical findings on how not getting enough sleep leads to a myriad of diseases, I’ve taken to writing my monthly goals and to-do list in pencil because it is less discouraging to erase things than to see all those scribbles through everything I don’t get to. And I have 3 more contracted books to write this year, 2 indies and a single title proposal due asap. I have an active teenager who deserves my attention, a closet full of jeans that only fit if I exercise and three dogs who like to play. All good reasons to be on track, right?
And yet, I’m not getting things done. I justify some of it -I can’t write until all of the marketing/promotion work is finished. Writing blog posts, social networking, website maintenance, it does take up a lot of time. The industry is changing so fast and I have to learn what’s what if I’m going to keep up, don’t I? And yes, the linen closet was an embarrassment when my sister-in-law grabbed a towel, but that doesn’t mean i had to rearrange and reorganize it all instead of doing the marketing in the afternoon, necessitating marketing instead of writing at night. Does it? My friends justify some of it, too. Burnout, overwork, taking on too much all take their toll, as our own Vrai Anna reminds me
But here’s the thing… I make my deadlines. It might exhaust and stress me out in the process, but I meet my commitments. And as long as I felt like I was doing something ‘productive’ I was happy to accept all of those excuses. For awhile. But reality is reality -if I’m going to get those books out and live a happy life, I have to get a grip on this thing! So I figured who better to ask than the smart, savvy Bandita Buddies ;-)
Tell me, do you procrastinate? Have you found a cure, or do you have any tips or hints on how to overcome this?! Favorite procrastination quotes? Or do you have any idea where I can find an extra three or four hours a day? I need them!
Posted by Tawny Weber May 1 2014, 1:00 am in A SEAL's Kiss, Excerpts, Tawny Weber
Here’s a peek from my April release, A SEAL’s Kiss:
“Look, as tempting as it might be to get carried away by the pretense, we aren’t actually engaged. So no sex.” Aiden said it so adamantly she had to wonder which one of them he was bossing around. “And no situations that might lead to sex. No scenarios that might give each other an idea to create a situation that might lead to sex.”
That’s it. Sage had had enough.
He was only doing this for her father.
She got that.
He didn’t see her as marriage material, because wanting something didn’t mean you should have it. Whatever that meant.
But if he thought he got to call the shots when it came to her and sex, he was sadly out of his mind.
Because Sage Taylor had a policy against letting any man tell her how, where or when she’d enjoy sexual pleasures.
Aiden had just offered up a tidy lesson on the merits of mission planning and strategy.
Now it was his turn to learn a thing or two.
Call it her way of saying thank you.
Not sure what she was going to do, only knowing she was going to make damned sure they both enjoyed it, Sage slowly lowered her feet to the floor.
The move sent her skirt floating, sliding along her bare limbs like liquid. Aiden’s hazel eyes followed the fabric, settling for a long second on her bare toes before he yanked his gaze back to meet hers.
A slow, seductive smile.
Then in a sinuous move she’d learned from the belly dancers in Persia, she got to her feet, her fingers skimming her hips, up her waist before she teased them along the sides of her breasts and up to her throat.
Wetting her lips, she gave a deep sigh. Aiden’s gaze dropped to her breasts and his own lips tightened. If the fit of his jeans were anything to go by, something else was getting tight, too. He didn’t look too happy about that. But Sage’s goal was horny, not happy.
She stepped closer.
From the wild look in his eyes, she figured it was a credit to his SEAL training that he didn’t step back. Because he clearly didn’t want her body this tight against his. Or, he didn’t want to want her this close.
“You go ahead and set those rules,” she told him quietly, tapping one finger against his chest, then against his chin.
“You saying you won’t follow them?”
“Rules one through three? I’m one-hundred percent committed.”
He closed his eyes for just a second, then gave her an arch look.
“And rule four?”
“Babe, enforcing that one is all on you.” She gave one last tap, this one on the tempting fullness of his lower lip. Then, for good measure, she leaned close and brushed her own lips over that same spot before giving him a wide smile. “Good luck with that.”
Posted by Tawny Weber Apr 14 2014, 12:20 am in Tawny Weber
Woohoooo! Its Party Time! Today I’m celebrating witches, magic and nasty exes because those are the themes of my new release, There’s A New Witch in Town.
I’m so excited about this release. New Witch is a story I wrote just for myself at a time when I really needed the reassurance that writing was something I loved. I ignored all of the demands to change it, to make it more this or less that, I held tight to my vision of the story. Why? Because I seriously loved it just the way it was for a lot of reasons. Here are just a few…
- Of every book I’ve written, New Witch still holds the prize as having my very favorite opening line:
In the grand scheme of life, was slipping Viagra into your husband’s dinner really that bad of a thing?
Hmm, what do you think? Was it?
- I won’t tell you what Miki decided to do, but she did end up issuing a pretty wicked curse. It went like this:
She ground her teeth together, and focused on the still churning magical energy. Drawing it in to calm her, she spoke through her teeth, “If it’s an ending you want, then ended we’ll be. Appearances are all you ever did see. You wouldn’t listen or give us a chance. Now I curse you to waste that useless joke in your pants. Only in public will it ever again work, that’s what you deserve for being a jerk.”
It was a lousy rhyme, but it did the trick. Miki put her dramatic genes to good use and shoved away from the table so hard the silver jangled against the china and her half-empty glass of wine spilled, like blood, over the white linen. Two narrow tapers toppled together, froze for a brief moment like a bright red X, then hit the table. Melted wax splattered, rapidly followed by a lick of flames dancing directly toward where Perry sat watching in horror.
She smirked through her tears as he jumped to right the candles, then slapped his napkin at the fire to put it out. Smoke and the acrid scent of burnt fabric filled the air.
Miki took one last look at the mess that so perfectly summed up her marriage, then spun on her heel and stalked to the door. This had turned out to be the worst night of her life.
Turning thirty sucked.
- And I wrote a hero that was the perfect example of mellow determination. Here’s the reader’s first peek at Gideon:
Gideon Ross inhaled the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee with a deep sigh of appreciation. Nothing like a small vat of java to start the day right. Only one way better. Gideon eyed the only other people in the diner, three old codgers arguing baseball and Marcia, the waitress. She was fifty-going-on-eighteen, did scary things to spandex, and was one of the few single women in Rossdale, Idaho, population two thousand twelve. Gideon took another sip of his coffee. He’d stick with the java.
- No cursed town is complete without a legend, I added this one:
Gideon grimaced. Damn, he hated when conversations veered into the woo-woo area. He hated all talk of magic. But he knew the fairy tale Fred referred to. Rossdale legend had it that Gideon’s own great-great grandpa, Hiram Ross, saved a beautiful woman from a mountain slide and earned her everlasting gratitude. The woman, per the legend, was a witch who blessed the town with peace and prosperity as long as they welcomed faith, magic, and love. There was even a statue in the town square commemorating the story.
- And, of course, the villain. Sven, can you cue the spooky music for Tilda, please:
Tilda forced herself to release the anger and focus on the land, the energy flowing beneath her feet. She hadn’t set foot in this town in six years, and as strong as the energy was, it was barely worth the fury stirred up by her memories of it.
Damn Gideon for hauling her here to this rinky-dink joke of a town. For thinking this would suit her, that she’d be content to waste away here in Nowhereville. The only saving grace was the vein of magic tied to the land. And once she’d realized she could tap into that without putting up with being smothered by the rest, she’d left.
And Gideon, damn him, had refused to leave with her. With the combined strength of her powers, the magic of the prophecy, and Gideon at her side, they could have done anything. The key was Gideon though. Oh, she’d tried other founding descendants. But it didn’t work. Either the prophecy was only half-true, or she needed the love of Gideon Ross to avail herself of its full power.
And that had been his downfall, and how she’d known he didn’t really love her. Because that ultimate power had always been denied her. Like fine wine, revenge was best with age. And Tilda would have her revenge. Nobody, not even the sexiest man she’d ever had, turned away from her. Especially not after she’d let him into her heart.
- Oh wait, the real reason I love this story? Miki and Gideon falling in love, of course :-)
He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. Just a taste, soft and gentle. Feeling her sigh against his mouth, he deepened the kiss slowly. Like a blind man feeling his way in the dark, Gideon took the final steps, carefully navigating an emotional labyrinth. As their tongues swirled together in perfect unison, he reached the center.
And knew, without a doubt, he was falling in love with the woman in his arms.
Shock ripped through his system as the realization took hold. Gideon pulled back, staring down into Miki’s questioning eyes.
“Nothing.” Nothing. Being in love didn’t mean the end of the world. It meant… what? Gideon tried to calm his panicked heartbeat and willed the tension to leave his shoulders. He had to get over his past.
Falling in love was a good thing. Falling in love with a woman as wonderful, as normal, as Miki, that was a great thing. He just needed a little time to get used to it, and decide if he was going to continue to fall, or bail before it got too ugly. Once he’d figured it out, maybe then he’d share his discovery.
I hope you’ll check it out. You can find New Witch in the Dangerous Dozen: Heroes To Die For boxed set for only .99 cents (limited time pricing) or it’s on sale all by it’s lonesome as well. Or for a chance to win one of three copies, tell me what’s the most important part of a romance for you? The heroine? The hero? The love story? What about the external plot or the heat level?
Posted by Christina Brooke Apr 1 2014, 12:02 am in Alexis Morgan, Allie Burton, Anna Campbell, April, coming attractions, Donna MacMeans, Elke Feuer O'Donnell, Jeanne Adams, Nancy Northcott, Robin Giana, Suzanne Ferrell, Tawny Weber, Ursula Le Coeur
March was an AMAZING month in the lair. Our fabulous Tawny Weber hit the New York Times List as a part of the Lucky 7 Bad Boys boxed set, which features her story Naughty Vegas Nights. And if that wasn’t enough, Anna Campbell won the Australian Romance Readers Award for Best Continuing Series AND was nominated for a RITA award in the historical category for A RAKE’S MIDNIGHT KISS!
But never fear that we’ve been too busy partying in celebration of our banditas’ successes. We have an action-packed April for you this month!
On April 2nd, Robin Giana returns to the lair to discuss whether eyes are truly the windows to the soul. You can see her inspiration in the cover of her latest release, The Last Temptation of Dr. Dalton.
Our very own Thelma and Louise, Nancy Northcott and Jeanne Adams, hit the road on April 4 and 5 and will bring you their latest adventures on a research trip through coastal Georgia. Savannah, Brunswick, and (of course, since Nancy is involved) the Okefenokee are all on the itinerary, and there may be some surprises along the way. Safe travels, Nancy and Jeanne! No cliff-diving now, OK?
On 12 April, Nancy welcomes Alexis Morgan for her Lair debut. They’ll chat about Alexis’s new release, Immortal Cowboy.
Break out the cabana boys, because Tawny’s full-length paranormal, There’s A New Witch in Town will released on April 14th! A sexy fairy tale of a witch, a hot hero and a cursed town… and a whole lot of fun!
On April 15 Trish Milburn celebrates the release of CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF LOVE the second novella collection in the Starfish Shores series from MJ Fredrick, Tanya Michaels and (of course) Trish Milburn!
April 16 – Caren Crane hosts Deb Marlowe and various others of the Red Door Reads authors to talk about their exciting new novella adventure. Be sure to Like their Facebook page before April 15 so you will be first to hear all the news!
April 17 — Elke Feuer debuts in the Lair with her book, Deadly Bloodlines, in which “A serial killer is determined to repeat a murderous pattern that started twenty years ago.”
On April 18, Lisa Tapp joins Joanie to chat about her debut novel, FINDING BETH.
April 21 Allie Burton returns to the Lair with Atlantis Dark Tides, book 4 in her YA series, where treachery and spies determine the fate of the underwater world.
April 23rd brings debut author Ursula LaCoeur to the lair. Learn how the romance of New Orleans inspired her debut, The Willing Widow.
Suzanne Ferrell’s KIDNAPPED is FREE on Amazon, iTunes, and KOBO ebooks.
Susan Sey and Caren Crane will be participating in a huge Red Door Reads giveaway (prize is an iPad mini!) starting April 15. To keep in the know, Like the Facebook page.
Tawny Weber’s There’s A New Witch in Town will be out in the Dangerous Dozen boxed set on April 7th – for a limited time, the boxed set is specially priced for only .99 cents.
Posted by Tawny Weber Mar 31 2014, 12:45 am in A SEAL's Kiss, Launch Party, Tawny Weber
It’s Happy Dancing Time!!!
Sven, bring in the dancing boys, please! Cue the music. Load the confetti in those balloons and let them fly.
I’m so excited about this release. Now, granted, I tend to be excited about all of my releases to one degree or another. But this story is a special one to me because the heroine was so fun to write, and she’s one I put a lot of myself into. Her friends call her a free spirit, but everyone knows they mean she’s a flake. Now, granted, few people have called me a flake (to my face) but Sage’s interests and her pursuit to find her calling, her quest for bliss, that I can relate to.
Its not that I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I grew up. As my stepmother likes to share, at a young age I informed everyone that I would grow up to be a mom, a gypsy and a writer. And I pretty well stuck with these goals through my childhood. But by seventeen, I realized that there weren’t a lot of Irish/German gypsys roaming around, that I’d have to get a college degree in English to be a ‘real writer’. And being a mom? My parents were pretty adamant that that goal remain on hold for a while.
Eventually, I found a way to make it all work, in my own fashion. The mom part was easy, and hands down the most amazing, joyful, blessed thing I’ve ever done. And yes, I waited long enough that my parents were comfy being grandparents LOL.
I wasn’t actually a gypsy, but I did spend 10 years as a professional tarot reader and Reiki practitioner, roaming from new age store to psychic fair peddling my trade. And I have not one, but two crystal balls now.
After the birth of my second daughter I was struggling to figure out what I wanted to do that’d meet all my requirements (the main one being to work from home since we were already home schooling and home is kinda the key word there). My husband asked me what I’d do if I could do anything in the world-no holds bard, my dream job. Without thinking, I said romance author. I then immediately began piling on excuses for why I couldn’t… but he didn’t listen. Being the pushy type, he told me to go forth and write, dammit.
And so I went forth, I wrote. And I found my bliss.
Needless to say, it takes Sage in A SEAL’s Kiss a teensy bit longer. But her hero is just as instrumental in her finding hers as mine was in my finding mine (and how’s that for a convoluted sentence?!)
Here’s a peek at A SEAL’s Kiss:
“You don’t think I’m a flake?”
“I think the term that fits you best is free spirit.”
“I likethat image,” she decided. “It makes me sound like I should be running around outdoors, naked.”
“I like that image,” he decided with the husky laugh she’d happily come to recognize as his horny alert.
Mmm, decisions, decisions.
The temptation to go the naked route was overwhelming.
But she’d come this far. And while she might be a free spirit, she wasn’t a chicken. So she resisted the urge to pull her dress over her head.
“Actually, I meant my blog. You know, the posts I write. The causes I try to bring attention to. Do you think it’s a waste of time?”
“You’ve found homes for how many dogs?” he asked, tugging her off the path and over to the little gazebo at the base of the hill.
“Thirty or so,” she said. She pulled her hand free so she had both free to wave over her head. As if it were a vague number that didn’t matter instead of thirty-two beautiful, loyal animals who now had safe, loving homes.
“How much did you raise for that water project in Africa last year?”
“You knew about that?” She wished the moon was brighter so she could see his face. Instead, it was shrouded in shadows, so all she could go on were his words. And those were surprising the hell out of her.
“You blogged about it, didn’t you?”
“You really do read my blog?” Now she was grateful for the lack of light, since there was nothing attractive about her jaw hanging open.
“Of course I read it. I’ve donated, too. Not always, but whenever I can. I’ve been known to nag guys to donate sometimes, too,” he admitted, laughing quietly as he held out his hand to lead her up the steps of the gazebo.
“You got your big bad Navy pals to donate to my causes?” she asked, delighted.
“Hey, some guys push their daughter or nieces’ Girl Scout cookies. I push charitable causes.” His shrug was uncomfortable, like he wanted to brush off the conversation as fast as possible. “Look, it’s no big deal.”
“It is to me,” she admitted, lifting first one of his hands, then the other, to her mouth and brushing a kiss over his knuckles. “It means everything to me.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Sage blinked hard, not sure where the tears had come from or why, but knowing they were the bittersweet happy kind that she couldn’t run from.
After all, they were falling in love tears.
And here’s my Party Challenge: Finish this sentence for a chance to win! I’ll award three commenters a copy of any of my previous SEAL releases (winners choice):
A SEAL’s Kiss is… ?
Posted by Tawny Weber Mar 18 2014, 12:30 am in A SEAL's Salvation, Tawny Weber
I’m really not an indecisive person. I am actually pretty good at knowing what I want and what my favorites are. Some people might call that picky, and they’d be right. I rarely invest calories, money or time on things unless I love them. This makes me a very easy person to go to dinner with, and I’m hell on wheels when it comes to shopping.
How about a little Either/Or fun to see what you’re favorites are?
Sees or Godiva?
Margarita or Beer?
Chocolate or Vanilla?
Hothouse or Wildflowers?
Iced tea or Soda?
Dogs or Cats?
Heels or Flats?
Sees, especially Nuts & Chews (although I love the California Brittle!)
Pomegranate Margarita, but only if it’s blended. I love the tarty yumminess. Best drunk ever!!!
I’m all about the chocolate, especially when it comes to cake. German Chocolate is my go-to, but i’m happy with it in almost any other form.
I love all flowers, but my favorites are roses, irises and stargazer lilies. The lilies for their scent, roses and irises because they were the first bouquet my husband ever gave me.
I’m pretty sure if you cut me open, I’d bleed tea. Iced only (sorry, Anna) by the gallon. I haven’t had soda in over 20 years (freaky, right?)
Oh, this is a toughie for me!! But (looking around) don’t tell my cat, okay? I’m more of a dog person. Cats rock, but my dogs are so fabulous. Check out Daisy Mae… how could I not love that silly face?!
Heels! Nothing makes the legs look better than heels of any height. I’ll take a 1/4 inch heel over a flat, even
See, decisive, right? But when it comes to my books, I just can’t choose. Especially my Sexy SEALs. Ever one of these stories is special to me and a favorite in one way or another. A SEAL’s Salvation is my favorite because it is the first, last, only book I’ve written specifically to theme and I loved the heroine’s lesson.
A SEAL’s Surrender is a favorite because I adore klutzy Eden and how she hero worships Cade. But most of all I love the epilogue.
A SEAL’s Salvation… Oh, Brody! I adore bad boys, and he is the ultimate. Poor tortured guy, he is, to date, my favorite hero I’ve written.
And a SEAL’s Kiss, which is out in print today and in digital on April 1 (no joke) Sage is the heroine who is the most like me, which made this so fun to write. Add to that my own twist on the traditional engagement-of-convenience trope, and I love this one, too!
I’ll have two more SEALs out this year; A SEAL’s Fantasy in September and A SEAL’s Secrets in November. I’m sure they’re going to make choosing even MORE difficult.
How about you? What are your favorites? SEALs or from the Either/Or choices above
Posted by Tawny Weber Mar 18 2014, 12:00 am in Bandita Booty, Naughty Vegas Nights, Tawny Weber
Congrats to: Amy Conley, sandyg265 and Kim (post 19) !!! Your names were all drawn as winners of Naughty Vegas Nights!!! If you’ll email me at tawny@ tawnyweber.com and mention Banditas in Vegas I’ll get your digital book to you right away!!!