Feb 10 2012

Sex, Lies and Valentines by Tawny Weber

Meet Tawny Weber

Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy stories for Harlequin Blaze since her first book hit the shelves in 2007.  When not obsessing over deadlines, she’s shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking or hanging out on Facebook and Twitter.  Come by and visit her on the web at www.tawnyweber.com

Blurb:

My naughty valentine…

Con artist Gabriel Black just got busted. By a babe. Drool-worthy (and clearly sneaky) FBI agent Danita Cruz is forcing Gabriel to choose between hard time and scamming his own family for an undercover sting. Now he has to present Danita to his family as his girlfriend.

And it’s the perfect opportunity to get wickedly even with her….

But Danita has some tricks of her own, and Gabriel’s control begins slipping away as raw sexual energy takes over. Their sham relationship starts feeling a lot like…well, the real deal. The Big Question is, will overwhelming desire be enough to make a liar go legit?

Lie with me…

Excerpt:

Gabriel grimaced.  Then, unable to help himself, he held up one finger to stop the accountant’s pitch.

“Hang on,” he murmured.  He rose, his eyes locked on the asshole bullying the pretty blonde.  He stepped toward the booth, a charming warning was teetering on the tip of his tongue.

The guy’s beady rat-eyes met Gabriel’s for a brief second before he grabbed a handful of the blonde’s curls and yanked again.  “I’m paying you for a good time, I want a good time.  You do me, girly.  Here.  Now,” he growled.

Her quiet cry of pain was eclipsed by the red flush of humiliation warming those alabaster cheeks.  She didn’t look toward Gabriel any longer.  Instead she whispered something, tried to pull away.

“No party, no pay,” the asshole responded, not whispering.

She was a rental fantasy?

Didn’t matter.

Fury propelled him forward.  Before she could cry out again, Gabriel had his hand around the guy’s.

“Oh, no,” the blonde moaned, her fingers reaching and missing as Gabriel yanked the guy to his feet.  “Please.”

His fist cocked back, Gabriel made the mistake of looking at her.  Those big blue eyes, so sexy and afraid, pleaded.  “Please.  Let him go.”

His fingers itched.  His arm vibrated with the force of his fury.  He wanted to plow into the asshole’s face.  To make him pay for hurting her.  For humiliating her.

It was that last part, the humiliation, that made Gabriel swallow the edgy violence pounding through his system.  He glared into the asshole’s beady eyes and gave him a good shake before letting go.

“Out.”

The jerk looked like he was going to say something.  He shot the blonde a glare, then opened his mouth.  Gabriel flexed his fingers.  The guy ran.

“I have to…”  Her face on fire as she looked around at all the staring faces, the blonde pressed one hand against those ripe, glossy lips as if holding back a sob, then got to her feet and ran from the room, too.

Torn between ambition and a desperate need to protect, Gabriel wanted to howl with fury.  But, really, there was no choice.  Barely sparing a glance for his mark and the million he was kissing off, Gabriel followed.

He caught her just outside the hotel, near the garden entrance.

“Hold up,” he demanded, lengthening his stride to catch her before she rounded the corner.  How the hell did she move so fast on those heels?  Almost running now, Gabriel snagged her arm.

Her gasp was a watery protest.  She yanked away, but faced him.  “Don’t,” she said, tears pouring from those sultry blue eyes.  One of those girl things or the miracle of the paint manufactures, her makeup didn’t budge under all that wet.  So instead of looking bruised and messy, she glowed.

Gabriel cursed under his breath.  There shouldn’t be anything sexy about a bawling woman.

“You shouldn’t have followed me,” she murmured, brushing the tips of her fingers over her face as if that’d hide her tears.  She looked like she wanted to jump out of her own skin, her eyes skipping to the left, then right, before meeting his briefly then dropping somewhere in the vicinity of his shoulder.

She was even sexier close up.  Her hair glinted gold and bright in the reflection of the streetlight.  Despite her sexy outfit and wild look, she seemed delicate, almost fragile outside.

And still so freaking sexy his mouth watered for just one taste.  Of those lips, glistening and full.  That skin, so silky and tempting.  But most of all, those curves, barely hidden by the barely-there black fabric.

“I don’t rescue damsels then let them run off still distressed,” Gabriel told her with a charming, patient sort of smile.

“Why?”  She backed up a step, holding her hands over her breasts as if protecting her modesty.  Or herself.  “What do you want?”

“I’m not asking for anything,” he assured her.

Skepticism etched on her face, she gave him a long, searching look.

Gabriel tried to look as innocent and harmless as possible.  Not an easy task since he’d never been either.

Then she threw herself into his arms.

“Aww, sweetheart, don’t cry,” Gabriel murmured.  He wrapped his arm around her slender shoulder and hugged her to him.

Her body fit against his perfectly.  For all her delicate looks, she was tall enough to curve her cheek into his throat, her body shaking with sobs as she burrowed closer.

Damsel in distress, he reminded himself as his blood heated.  He’d been called a lot of things in his life, but the kind of guy who took advantage of abused, vulnerable women didn’t make the list.

Then she slid a foot along his calf.  A foot that was wrapped in those sexy ribbons she probably called shoes.

Gabriel swore he felt his brain stutter.  His body, already on high alert, funneled all his blood straight down to his dick.  A dick that was only too happy to have her press even closer, so her leather-clad hips made it clear where the party was.

“I needed that money,” she sniffed, looking up at him with the biggest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen.  Swimming in tears, the lushly lashed gaze was hypnotic, tugging at his soul.  “I can’t make rent without it.  I’m already two weeks overdue and going to be kicked out in the morning.”

All she needed was to throw in a sick gramma and an ailing cat.  But still, what’s a guy to do?

“Here,” he said, reaching into his pocket, then peeling four hundreds out of his wallet.  “This will cover your loss.  Now let’s go in and dry your tears.  I’ll buy you a drink, then get you a cab ride home.”

She gave a shuddering breath.  The kind that pressed those delicate breasts against his chest

“Thank you,” she whispered after a brief hesitation.  She gave him a look that was somewhere between gratitude and pure seduction.  Gabriel was pretty sure he heard a few of his brain cells explode in tiny little sexual pops.  “But I can’t take your money.  Not unless you let me thank you.  Properly.”

His brain fogged with an edgy, needy passion, Gabriel tried to find the words to tell her he didn’t need thanked.

Before he could, though, she slid her hands, palms flat, up his chest.  Smoothing, but not soothing.  Heating his skin through the layers of fabric as easily as if he’d been nude.

As she curled her hands around the back of his neck, she leaned in, her breasts amping that heat up to a fiery level.

Gabriel’s hands curved over her leather-slick hips, pulling her closer, tighter.

Her mouth met his.  Soft at first, just the brush of those glossy lips.  Once, then twice.

Sweet.

She slanted her head to the side.  Their lips fit together perfectly.  Too perfectly for his comfort, he realized.  Shifting, he prepared to pull back.  Then she slid her tongue along the seam of his mouth and what was left of his brains spontaneously combusted.

The kiss went wild.  Tongues slid over each outer.  No soft caress here, it was an intense duel for control.  Hot, intense.

Fabulous.

Before Gabriel could take it a little hotter, a little wilder, she pulled back.  Her eyes were huge.  Passion, and something that looked like a cross between fear and horror, swam in those blue depths.

Then she blinked and looked sultry again.

“That’s just a taste of my thank you,” she purred.

“I’m looking forward to another bite,” he murmured, lowering his head to try her again.

“Put your hands on your head,” a voice barked from behind Gabriel.

He could barely hear through the roaring in his head.  Everything he was, everything he had, was focused on the blonde and the sexual tension she was spinning in his body.

“You heard me.  Back away, mister,” the voice sounded again.

“What?”  His fingers still burning with the feel of her, delicately tempting, Gabriel curled them into her shoulders to shield her from the interruption.  The blonde, though, gave a shuddering sigh, then stepped back and made a show of slipping the cash into her bodice.

“Hands on your head.”  The voice, male and angry, was doing serious damage to the passion buzzing through his system.

Before Gabriel could decide what to do about it.  Hell, before he could reengage his brain, someone grabbed him.

“What the hell…”

The distinct rattle of handcuffs filled the air just before the metal slapped against Gabriel’s wrist.

“You’re under arrest for solicitation.”

“What the…”  Gabriel tried to wrench his arm free.  But even at six-three, he was no match for the hair gorilla with a badge glaring down at him.

His gaze cut to the blonde.

Her gaze didn’t glow with tears, or passion any longer.

Nope, she just looked satisfied.

Gabriel resisted the urge to cuss.

Because he was damned sure she was the only one of the two of them who’d be feeling any satisfaction tonight.

 

Buylink:  ISBN-10: 0373796706 ♦ ISBN-13: 978-0373796700
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In December of 2011 Tawny launched her Undercover Ops series with SEX, LIES AND MISTLETOE.  The second book in the series, SEX, LIES & MIDNIGHT is on shelves in January 2012, quickly followed in February by SEX, LIES & VALENTINES.  Be sure to follow Tawny on her Holiday Survival Tour as she celebrates these three books with contests, giveaways and lots of fun.  You can read the first chapter of SEX, LIES AND VALENTINES on her website, too!  All you have to do is join the Reader Love-Fest! 

 


Jan 18 2012

Tawny Weber is back! Talking about Going Home

Tawny Weber is back! Grab a drink! Pull up a chair…okay put on your dancing shoes! Let’s party! 

Going Home

I love homecoming stories.  There’s something powerful in reading a return to roots, to the place of childhood memories.   Home is where most of those firsts happen.  First steps.  First day of school.  First time driving.  First date.  First grown up decision.  And sometimes first love.  I’m a big fan!  So much so that I based the entire UNDERCOVER OPERATIVES trilogy around the idea of three siblings who’d left their hometown, each vowing to never return.  And their wily father, determined to reclaim family unity.

Needless to say, that means there are a few emotional issues these characters have to deal with.  Issues they’ve been able to bury and ignore in the years they’ve been away.  But now that they’re forced to return?  Yep, all those issues come bubbling to the surface.  Throw in a nice, juicy FBI case, the intense drama of falling in love with someone they’re sure is all wrong for them, and their father’s machinations, and there you have it.  A whole lot of fun drama for the Black siblings; Caleb, Maya and Gabriel.  Luckily, each of them had a lovely distraction to make the homecoming a little easier.  At least, until the distraction became a major problem of its own (aka, that intense drama of falling in love *g*)

 

Here’s an excerpt from SEX, LIES AND MIDNIGHT showing Maya’s first visit home in 6 years.

 

Maya glanced at Cassiopeia’s driveway, noting the Harley, a classic Chevelle and a late model Honda. 

            “It looks like almost everyone’s here,” she mused.  “Pandora, that’s Caleb’s fiancé, she said it’d just be family.  Her and her mom, my brother and, um, our father.  Again, the goal being less awkwardness.”

She was stalling.  She knew it, and a glance at Simon’s sympathetic face said he knew it too.  But her stomach was doing summersaults and her insides were shaking.  Her love life wasn’t top of her priorities right now but she was pretty sure throwing up on Eros’ feet would doom it forever. 

            “Wanna leave a note on the door and run away?” he teased.

            At the same time, he reached out and took her hand.  Her heart melted a little at the move.  She knew she should pull away.  Pretend she was strong and could handle this, no problem.  But his touch calmed some of the nerves.  Made her feel safe at the same time it made her feel special.  And just a little excited.  So instead, Maya sighed, then curled her fingers into his.  This was going to suck, unquestionably.  So she’d take any comfort she could get.

            “Running away never works,” she said with a sad smile.  “At least, not for long.”

            She’d filled him in on the bare bones of the family dynamics, that she and her father were estranged and her brother had been travelling for his career for the last half-dozen years.  But she’d skipped over the finer details, figuring nobody else was going to bring up her arrest record and her father’s betrayal over dinner. 

            “Then shall we?” he gestured with their entwined hands toward the door.  “If things get too stressful, we can sneak off for a makeout session.”

            That shocked a laugh out of Maya.  She turned toward him, her stiletto boots hitting a patch of ice on the sidewalk.  With his free hand, Simon grabbed her shoulder to steady her.  Her breath a fog between them as she puffed out a relieved sigh at the near miss, Maya looked up to thank him.

            And got lost in the green depths of Simon’s eyes.  They were mesmerizing.  Gorgeous and hypnotic, she could stare for hours.  There was something in the depths, something that made her feel safe.  To want to trust him with all of her secret hopes and dreams. 

            He stepped closer, so their bodies brushed together.  They were both wrapped in heavy winter coats.  Hers fleece lined denim, his a snow-worthy parka.  But she swore, she could feel the heat of his body through the layers.  It warmed her.  It tempted her.  It made her insides melt. 

            “Maybe this will take your mind off of being nervous,” he said, sliding his hands under her hair to curve over the back of her neck.  His fingers were chilly, a vivid contrast to the warmth of his body as he pulled her close. 

            “This is…” 

            His lips brushed over hers, making her swallow the word crazy.  But she didn’t stop thinking it. 

            Crazy wild.

            His lips were so sweet.  So soft as they rubbed over hers.  His tongue slipped, so gently, along the edge of her lips.  She gasped, opening her mouth to his.  Taking that as a welcome, Simon’s tongue moved in to dance with hers.   

            Crazy hot.

            Their mouths sipped and slid.  Hot and wet.  She gasped when his teeth nipped at her lower lip.  He soothed the tiny hurt with his tongue, then sucked her lip into his mouth.  Desire took on a sharp edge.  Maya’s fingers dug into the thick cushion of Simon’s parka. 

            Crazy intense. 

            His hands shifted, smoothing down the sides of her throat, along the edge of her collar.  Warming her skin and leaving a sizzling trail of heat behind.  Heat that made her want to strip off her jacket and bury his hands inside her blouse.  To feel his fingers on her.  To find out if they were as talented as his mouth promised.              

            Finally, just as she was wondering if her knees would hold up long enough for her to throw him in the back of her truck and strip him naked, he pulled away.

So, at least for Maya, going home paid off.  What do you think?  Do you enjoy homecoming stories?  If you were to go home now, what’s the first thing you’d want to do?  Or if you grew up like I did, moving every year or so, what’s the thing you regret most about not having a ‘hometown’? 

Hangout! Comment! And enter to win a copy of Sex, Lies and Midnight!

Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy stories for Harlequin Blaze since her first book hit the shelves in 2007.  When not obsessing over deadlines, she’s shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking or hanging out on Facebook and Twitter.  Come by and visit her on the web at www.tawnyweber.com

In December of 2011 Tawny launched her Undercover Ops series with SEX, LIES AND MISTLETOE.  The second book in the series, SEX, LIES & MIDNIGHT is on shelves in January 2012, quickly followed in February by SEX, LIES & VALENTINES.  Be sure to follow Tawny on her Holiday Survival Tour as she celebrates these three books with contests, giveaways and lots of fun.  You can read the first chapter of SEX, LIES & MIDNIGHT on her website, too – all you have to do is join the Reader LoveFest! 


Dec 24 2011

Tawny Weber

Meet Tawny Weber!

Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy stories for Harlequin Blaze since her first book hit the shelves in 2007.  When not obsessing over deadlines, she’s shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking or hanging out on Facebook and Twitter.  Come by and visit her on the web at www.tawnyweber.com

In December of 2011 Tawny launched her Undercover Ops series with SEX, LIES AND MISTLETOE.  The second book in the series, SEX, LIES & MIDNIGHT is on shelves in January 2012, quickly followed in February by SEX, LIES & VALENTINES.  Be sure to follow Tawny on her Holiday Survival Tour as she celebrates these three books with contests, giveaways and lots of fun.  You can read the first chapter of SEX, LIES & MIDNIGHT on her website, too – all you have to do is join the Reader LoveFest! 

First question:

Eggnog or Mimosas? Are you old enough to drink?

I left my ID in my other purse, but I’m definitely old enough to drink.  I’ll have a mimosa, please.  Eggnog isn’t quite my thing.

We’re also taking pictures with Santa, did you bring a gift for him? (Maybe a new release or a pretty book cover…) 

I’d love to share my book covers with Santa.  I have three for my Undercover Operatives series that he just might like.

BLURB:

He’s lying. She’s lying. And before long, they’re lying.
Together. In bed…

Born into a con artist family, Maya Black abandoned the grifting life to live on the straight and narrow (and somewhat dull) years ago. But when her family is threatened—and the swindlers are on the verge of becoming the swindled— Maya swings into action. All she needs is a stand-in boyfriend, and the charming, tasty-as-sin Simon Barton will do quite nicely, thanks.

But Simon has a little lie of his own. He’s FBI, and Maya is his inside track to her less-savory relations. It’s a mutual using, which quickly turns into a scorching mutual attraction. In fact, their naughty little sexcapades are the only thing they aren’t faking!

Please enter. Drinks are served by the elves in the corner.

Hi Elves!!!  Happy Holidays J

What’s your favorite holiday and why?

Christmas.  I love this time of year.  There is such a wonderful feeling of anticipation and caring in the air.  The food, the decorations, the parties.  I love it all.  And, of course, I love presents :-D    Giving, getting.  It’s all great!!!

Did you ask Santa for anything good?

Did I have to be good to ask Santa for something?  Hmm… :-D    I’d love it if Santa brought me a killer pair of boots are some sparkly diamond earrings.  Or a pen.  I really do want a good pen that writes well with purple ink.  I keep asking for that in my stocking, but haven’t got it yet :-D

What’s your favorite place to spend the holidays?

Home.  I love being home for the holidays.  I love it even more if my parents and grandma are here, too.

What is your favorite Christmas memory?

Holding my newborn daughter.  I had her a couple of weeks before Christmas, so she was the most amazing gift I could have imagined.  It was like the holidays were rest then, with everything fresh and new and sparkly just like it’d been when I was a kid.

Do you have personal resolutions for the New Years? Anything interesting?

My biggest personal resolution is to learn to manage my time better.  I try to juggle so many things (and if I follow through with the rest of my resolutions, I’m gonna be one busy gal in 2012!), so being able to fit everything in without going crazy is the top resolution for the year.

Why do you write romance?

Because I believe in the power and magic of falling in love.

How long have you been writing for? And how would you describe your publication journey?

I started writing in 2002 and sold my first book in 2006.  I think I’d describe my journey as stubborn *g*  From the beginning, I knew what line and editor I wanted to write for and I didn’t give up until it happened.

Are you a plotter or pantser? What is your routine?

I’m a plotter all the way!  I usually come up with the premise to pitch to my editor first.  Then, if she’s on board, I’ll start focusing on characters and fleshing the premise into a saleable synopsis.  After that I write the first three chapters of the story.  And then I rewrite the first three chapters.  And then I rewrite them a few more times.  Once the partial feels right, I’ll revise my synopsis (which never looks anything like what I thought it would at this point) and create a plotting board to map out the emotional journey and key scenes.  At that point, I can write the rest of the story pretty quickly.

What characteristics do all your heroes/heroines have in all your stories?

My heroines all have a deep and abiding love for shoes.  An addiction, even.  I have no idea where they get it :-D

What writing resources do you abide by as a writer?

GMC rules all :-D   For every aspect of the story there needs to be a goal, conflict that stands in the way of achieving that goal, and a strong enough motivation to force the characters to face that conflict, even though they don’t want to.

What advice would you give aspiring authors?

Be stubborn :-)   If your dream is worth having, it’s worth working for and sticking with!

What are you working on right now?

I’m working on a Blaze for next December right now, tentatively titled The Panty Thief.  I’m sure the title will change, but it’s amusing me as I write :-D    The hero is investigating a series of burglaries—some creep is stealing ladies panties, and leaving nasty letters behind based on the 12 Days of Christmas.

What news would you like to share with your readers?

I’d love to ask readers to visit my website and check out my Undercover Operative stories.  Also, I’m having a contest for a $100 gift card – all someone has to do is post a review of one of my books to be entered.

Where can readers find you?

    1. Twitter: https://twitter.com/TawnyWeber
    2. Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/TawnyWeber.RomanceAuthor?ref=sgm
    3. Website: www.tawnyweber.com
    4. Others:

List other books you have out:

In bookstores now, SEX, LIES AND MISTLETOE!  And coming in February is the third story in the Undercover Operatives series, SEX, LIES AND VALENTINES.  These two, along with SEX, LIES AND MIDNIGHT, tell the story of the Black siblings; Caleb, Maya and Gabriel, and the lengths they’ll go to to protect their father.  Even as far as falling in love.

Thank you so much for joining us at Romance Author Hotspot!

Thank you so much for having me :-D   And I hope you all have a wonderful, Happy New Year!!

PRIZE:  I’ll give away the three books in the UNDERCOVER OPERATIVES trilogy:  SEX, LIES AND MISTLETOE / SEX, LIES AND MIDNIGHT / SEX, LIES AND VALENTINES 


Dec 11 2011

Harlequin Blaze Author, Tawny Weber in the house!

Today, our guest of honor is Tawny Weber. It’s so nice to have you here, and I’m sure you’re ready for a good time! Let the party begin!

First Questions:

Wine or beer? (If you want club soda, I’ll have to send you to the corner.)

Is tequila okay?  If not, I’ll take the wine J

Cake or chips? Are you a sugar or salt person?

Chips unless the cake is chocolate.  Chocolate trumps everything!

Are you old enough to drink? LOL.

LOL I’m old enough to get a major thrill out of getting carded.

Tell us about your new release.

BLURB:

He sees her when she’s sleeping…

Undercover DEA agent Caleb Black is home for the holidays—possibly to bust his own father.  But maybe Caleb’s con-man dad isn’t the one running drugs through the small town of Black Oak. Maybe it’s the green-eyed goddess who runs the New Age shop and has Caleb under her sultry spell.

Pandora Easton saved the family store with two words: sex sells. And her delectable aphrodisiacs really work, as she’s proven with notorious bad boy Caleb again and again and again. Little does she guess that, in the end, her most potent potion will be the truth….

Undercover Operatives

What makes your character and story so special?

Sex, Lies and Mistletoe kicks off my Undercover Operatives series.  These three stories feature the Black family and their adventures with love, deception and the FBI.  I loved creating this family.  Caleb is the oldest brother, and so sexy and funny.  Instead of following in his con artist father’s footsteps, he’s gone the opposite direction working for the DEA.  But now this bad boy is burned out and ready for a change.  Writing Caleb gave me a chance to really look at that conflict feeling we have when we go back home again and have to face our past.  Caleb had to figure out how he really felt about his father before he could plan for his future.  This became a little more challenging for him when he fell for Pandora and suddenly the future had a lot more to offer.  It’s always fun to write a bad boy with a heart of gold, But writing one whose vulnerable, too, adds that much more to his charm.

All right, I guess you can come in. Now off to the roast….

So, what do you write? And why?

I write sex, sassy contemporary stories for Harlequin Blaze.  They are always hot, always emotional and usually pretty light.  Why? Because that’s what I love to read.  And luckily, that’s where my voice fits.

What do you like doing besides writing and reading? Is it dangerous?

I scrapbook.  A lot.  I love altering projects, doing layouts of anything and everything that appeal to me, and making cards.  But the only real danger is to my credit card.

What do you think makes a good story?

Emotions.  A story that evokes an emotional reaction from the reader is a good story.  But to do that, I think it’s important to create characters that the reader can connect with, who are on an emotional journey that the reader can empathize with.  And, of course, there needs to be a happy ever after :-D

How much do you write in a day? Day or Night? Everyday?

It depends on where I’m at with the story.  In the beginning, I’ll average 3-5 pages  a day.  By the halfway point I’m usually hitting 10-15.  I do write every day, or really every night since my writing zone tends to be from 9pm till about 3am.  Or as I get closer to the end and my deadline, 5am.

Are you a pantser or plotter?

I’m a plotter all the way down to the color coded sticky notes on my plotting board.

What else are you working on right now?

I’m working on a holiday story that will be out next December titled The Panty Thief Caper (working title, chances are my editor will change it).  It’s a Blaze, with a forbidden fantasy element and, well, a panty thief.

Last Question: Where can our partygoers find you and your work?

The best place to find me is on my website at www.tawnyweber.com, or better yet, join the Reader LoveFest there, where we do monthly contests, prizes and have a lot of fun.

Thank you so much for coming!

Hang out with Tawny! Enter to win a copy of Sex, Lies and Mistletoe!

Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy stories for Harlequin Blaze since her first book hit the shelves in 2007.  When not obsessing over deadlines, she’s shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking or hanging out on Facebook and Twitter.  Come by and visit her on the web at www.tawnyweber.com

In December of 2011 Tawny launched her Undercover Ops series with SEX, LIES AND MISTLETOE.  The second book in the series, SEX, LIES & MIDNIGHT is on shelves in January 2012, quickly followed in February by SEX, LIES & VALENTINES.  Be sure to follow Tawny on her Holiday Survival Tour as she celebrates these three books with contests, giveaways and lots of fun.  You can read the first chapter of SEX, LIES & MISTLETOE on her website, all you have to do is join the Reader LoveFest!