Taige Crenshaw

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Okay, everyone. Contest time. As a Christmas gift and thank you to all you wonderful readers who have enjoyed the stories on Satin Notes as much as we have enjoyed creating them. This is a very simple contest with prizes we hope you will enjoy. The 2010 Satin Notes Contest will run from 15 August 2010 until 15 November 2010. Two winners will be chosen out of all the properly entered contestants.

The prize is as follows:

One print copy of each (4 books in total for each winner):

Brawich’s Way
Osborne’s Shelter
Kismet
A surprise story from Satin Notes

Each of these books will be signed by each of the Satin Notes author.

Now for the rules:

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One final stipulation, if this contest is posted on any of the sweepstakes sites the Satin Notes authors reserve the right to terminate the contest at our discretion with no warning and none of the stated prizes will be given.

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Aliyah, McKenna, & Taige

A conversation… well it was more of a debate between my big sis and I led to a very interesting discussion on seduction. We are both avid readers with similar taste. The debate came in when we discussed the merits of the different forms of seduction. We went through the slow and sensual, fast and heated, all the way to the have to have you now. Our opinions varied on each. We did both agree on one. At least we agreed once I explained to my big sis what I meant.

I mentioned to my sis about a book I read that had a scene that I thought was a different form of seduction. Once I gave her examples she sat for a while to think on what I said. I challenged her to think about what I said. Once she figured out what I meant the talk was on. It led to us discussing more of that sort of seduction.

The mind seduction.

In my opinion most seductions start in the mind first. It is those little things that engage you. Make you long for that person. For instance, matching wits with someone who you think of an adversary or just for fun. The mind gets involved first and then it is seduced by that person. Or in some instances being attracted to someone for their brain. Intellectuals are yummy. I love me some geeks. I’m a geek myself. The mind seductions in books are there if you look.

Ever since I came to the realization of mind seduction I’ve found them in books. It is heady to have your mind seduced. The mind is a complex part of your body. Engage it and you get another form of seduction.

I was sitting thinking of some quotes. I enjoy finding quotes or sayings. Below are a few sexy, moving and interesting quotes.

If I’m wearing really nice underwear, I feel sexy – even if nobody gets to see it. I’ve got no problem being sexy. I have no issues with my body. It’s a strong instrument of expression and if it can bring something to the role, I’ll do it. — Marem Hernandez

I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.
From the Movie ~ City of Angels

Nothing is sexier than a sense of humor and a zest for life. If I can connect with somebody who makes me laugh and gets my humor, too, that’s it. — Alexondra Lee

I also enjoy drinking tea and on my tea bags are some funny, true or weird sayings. Here are a few:

A dirty book gathers no dust.

Many a flare-up between man and wife is touched off by an old flame.

When pleasure interferes with business, give up business.

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What are some quotes you know?

Today’s snippet theme is Holiday. Enjoy a look from one of my books.

An snippet from Veils Rising…

Clenching her fist, Dilana thumped the glass again. “I hate Christmas. When will it be over?”

“In ten days, on December 26 at midnight.”

Dilana stiffened at the sound of the unfamiliar male voice that rolled over her like a silken caress. Turning away from the window, Dilana locked eyes with warm whiskey amber eyes with flecks of green. Her first impression was of restrained power. The stranger had to be at least six inches taller than her own height of five-eleven, making him six-five. His face was a sensual array of panels and sharp angles. He surpassed being handsome into the devastating category. His full lips quirked with a hint of laughter while his dark brown hair was slicked away from his face. The end of a braid rested over his shoulder, curling against his chest.

With a glance down, she took in his light brown shirt and dark brown slacks that complimented his light sienna skin while fitting his body impeccably. Despite his clothing she could see he was rippling with muscles.

“However, the holiday season doesn’t officially end until January 2 at midnight.” His voice reminded her of Cajun gumbo—hot, thick and spicy.

The hint of mischief on his face was at odds with the intensity she felt coming off him in waves. A flash of desire seemed to go over his face but was quickly suppressed. When he moved forward closer to the desk with sensuous grace, she felt the raw animal magnetism surrounding him race up her arm along her skin. Stifling her gasp, Dilana continued to watch him. He came around the desk and lifted his hand. Without any conscious thought, her hand flashed up to stop him from touching her. She felt the strength of the muscle in his arm before a vision crashed over her.

The man was talking in the flowing patois of Cajun French. Not the one she had been taught in school. The dialect was different, more earthy. She was able to interpret a few words. Heritage, lost and danger were the predominant ones. She couldn’t see whom he was speaking to.

Time rushed forward.

The man smiled with an intense look of a hunter. The look of lust on his face made her quiver in desire and a little fear. He circled a woman. She saw the woman’s face was turned away, her breathing was harsh and shuddering. Glancing down, she saw the woman wore a delicate necklace she couldn’t make it out completely. It seemed to be just out of sight. Looking lower, she saw the woman was bare except for jewelry. The brilliance of the gold, white gold and precious stones shone against the woman’s rich, dark caramel skin.

A diamond and ruby lay side by side as they covered each nipple clamp while one chain of white gold offset with flecks of diamonds and another gold chain offset with flecks of rubies fell down on one side. A glance showed her the other side was the same. The chains led down to attach to various chains intersecting around the woman’s waist. The chains alternated between one row of chains made of white gold with miniature diamonds hanging from them and a row of gold chains with miniature rubies hanging down. The chains stopped just above her hips with a diamond and ruby fused together covering her mound. The woman moaned, drawing her attention.

Glancing up, she locked eyes with dark grey. She gulped, realizing she was looking at herself. A vibrating feeling hit her clit and as she looked on she and her future image shuddered and moaned simultaneously. An orgasm started to build from deep within, ripping outward. The woman bowed as she bowed.

Wrenching herself out of the vision, Dilana jerked her hand off his arm. She watched as the man stepped back. She tried to control her breathing as the feel of the golden chains against her skin slowly faded.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to crowd you,” the man said stiffly. “I’ll just leave this with you.” He put down the folder he held and the card. He turned and left before she could get her wits about her to say a word.

Dilana took a deep breath cursing herself and reached for the folder. Pulling out her chair, she took a seat as she opened the folder. Her breath stalled. “Shit.”

Copyright © Taige Crenshaw, 2007.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

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I’ve been spending some time reading the last book in a series that I haven’t written in for a little bit. I did start the next book in the series a while back but due to various personal things I didn’t get to finish it. So to get back into the world I decided to read the last completed book in the series. As I read I slid back into the world I had created. I love creating world, building towns and different types of family dynamics. It is a fun, complex and sometimes frustrating. But I love it all. It makes my mind race and my fingers tingle to get to writing.

As I read the last book in the series more ideas for the series came to me. Made me want to finish the next book and write even more in that world and about the various characters. This is why I love series. You get to explore deeper into the world/characters you’ve created. Heck it is why I love reading series too. I get to revisit the place/characters that I have become attached too. Get to see what is happening.

For some of the series I read I tend to read the series before the next book comes out. After I am done I long for the next. That is the sign of a great series – a compelling world that seems so real you want to go and live there. Become part of the fabric of that community. The characters feel like people you want to know and hang out with. The places in the world make you want to hang out.

Ahh… there is nothing better than writing or reading about a place I want to live.

Dreams come in all shape and sizes. There are dreams about the future, past or present. Things you want to work towards and so on. It is what you do with the dream that is important. I believe in using some of my dreams as a guide to aspire to what ever goal that happens in my dream.

I’ve had various dreams lead me down certain paths. One such dream was my dissatisfaction with my day job. Many years ago when I wanted to change jobs I sat a dreamed of the sort of job I wanted. Once I had the idea of what I wanted I planned for it. Now today it has been over 10 years in the job I dreamed and planned for. It was all in my going after the dream and keeping my expectations based in reality.

The many dreams I have gone after have ranged from dream fulfilled to dream best left alone. Each was a learning experience. In relation to my writing I have had some fabulous dreams that lead to wonderful story ideas. For example my Rarities Incorporated series came by a very vivid dream. I went with it and have loved every moment of fulfilling the dream. Lots of my books have started with an idea or dream. I let it flow and the magic happens then I plan it out.

The fun of pursuing the dream then planning it never loses it luster. No matter the outcome I am glad I took the chance to go with my dreaming and planning.

Today’s snippet theme is Foodies. Enjoy a look from one of my books.

An snippet from Forever, I Do….

“Actually, I have another flavor for you to test.” She hurried over to the steel table in the center.

Ashley’s stomach rolled. He dreaded hearing those words each time he came by. In the last few visits, she’d always had something for him to try. All of them tasted awful.
He couldn’t understand why. Usually the pastries and cakes she gave away as samples in the bakery when she was trying to test a new flavor combination were delicious. Yet these new ones were nasty. The last one had made him sick all night. He kept telling her she didn’t need any new flavor. She hadn’t listened. If he didn’t know better, he would swear she was trying to kill him.

Ashley glanced at her suspiciously. She looked so anxious and nervous. His heart softened. He wasn’t used to seeing this expression on her. Reluctantly, he made his way over to the table and took a seat on high stool. At the sight of a hefty slice of tiramisu nestled in the center of a pink cake plate, he groaned. On his next trip to the dentist, he was going to beg Dr. Winthrop to remove his sweet tooth.

“Umm…sweet cheeks… Why don’t we take these samples out for everyone to test?” He reached for the plate.

“No!” she said sharply. As if remembering herself, she smiled. “I trust your palate, Benedict. And I want to be certain it lives up to the bakery’s other flavors before I add it to the menu.” She pushed the plate toward him. “Please, Ashley. Take a taste.”

When she used his name like that, Ashley knew he would do anything she asked. He picked up his fork and sliced into the Italian delicacy. However, when he brought the cake to his lips, his stomach clenched.

As he hesitated at the threshold, he glanced at her. Rosalind’s look was intense. He gulped, raising the fork to his mouth. His hand shook and his palms became clammy.

Come on, Benedict, you can do this. He opened his mouth, pulling the pastry closer.

“Rosalind, where are the extra ribbons?” Lacretia called.

“Under the counter.” Rosalind walked around the table to the door. She pushed it and went into the front.

Thank you, Lacretia!

Ashley looked around frantically for a place to ditch the deadly serving. Spotting a trash can by the back door, he hurried over and dumped the entire contents inside. Straightening, he walked back over to table just in time.

Seconds later, Rosalind came back into the kitchen. She looked at him, then the empty plate. A sad smile curved her lips. “So, how was it?”

He refused to feel guilty.

It was him or those awful cookies. And he liked himself more. Standing, he went over to her and put his hand on her waist. She stiffened, then watched him suspiciously.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Are you going to make me a happy man and finally accept my invitation to dinner?”

Rosalind watched him, then muttered. “Not enough fish scales.”

“What?” He frowned.

“Ummm… I’ve already scaled my fish for my dinner tonight. I can’t go out,” she finished
in a rush.

Watching her, he wondered why she was acting so strangely. Rosalind pushed his hands away and moved back from him.

“Besides, you see me enough. You come by here often,” she griped.

The annoyance in her tone pissed him off.

“You know what, Miss Fletcher, you won’t have to worry about me coming by.” He grabbed her, pulling her into his body. “No matter how you deny it, you want me.”
She opened her mouth.

“Hush. You do. Your body tells me every time we’re in the same room. The catch in your breath. The way your pulse races when I get close. Your nipples get hard, and I’m sure if I were to touch you I would find you wet. Wet and aching for me,” he whispered against the side of her face.

He felt her shudder. A frisson of pleasure shot through him, but he released her and stepped away.

“You’re going to have to come to me, Rosalind. When you do, no more running or backing away.”

He stroked a finger against her cheek, then turned and left.

Copyright © Koko Brown and Taige Crenshaw, 2009.
All Rights Reserved, Loose Id.

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Summer has been very busy. I’ve been playing tourist in my own city. I had family visiting so we’ve been taking in the sites. It has been fun seeing things I see in a new light. I love when my family is visiting. We tend to laugh, talk and just have fun. There has been moments in their visit I know I will always remember.

The laughter when I got my brother-in-law with a whopper of a zinger. He has a sharp wit and is great with zingers. My sister, nephew and I dancing around the living room while watching So You Think You Can Dance. We were grooving to the tune and dances. Laughing as we chatted about other moments we had in the pass. Like when my brother-in-law screamed on the roller coaster and the picture of that scream. My cousin who loves to argue good naturedly with me.

There are so many times I spend with my family. I appreciate all of them. All these moments were priceless family moments.