DragonsandDungeons

What reviewers are saying...

5 Cups!
I loved this book. Ms. Taylor is a gifted author with a creative imagination and a knack for creating hunky heroes that really grab my attention. I would love to read more about dragon men like Jestin and I sincerely hope that there will be related books in the future.
Dragons and Dungeons presents a fresh new twist on the dragon myth that I found to be absolutely exhilarating. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys tales of sexy alpha men and the women who love them.

Susan White Coffee Time Romance

5 Angels!

Tawny Taylor pens a tantalizing erotic paranormal sure to keep you hot under the collar. Kaya is riddled with emotions and confusion, only to find she is unable to walk away. Jestin is more than meets the eye and definitely more than some could handle. The instant chemistry between them is sizzling. The author does a wonderful job with word play, drawing the readers in with subtle humor and emotions. The passion between them is just a hot and overwhelming as the uncertainty Kaya feels. Jestin patience for Kaya is touching, and his need to be in control is thrilling.

This story provides readers with a romance based around total trust and complete surrender of one's fear. I only hope the additional installments will be as rewarding to read. The plot being developed in this story will only become more enjoyable along the way. Jestin left me breathless with both his dominant nature and compassionate side, and I enjoyed watching Kaya let go for the sake of pleasure. Tawny Taylor has created a wonderfully written first installment for a series; it's not for the faint of heart but enjoyable for anyone looking for a truly erotic tale. Dragons and Dungeons is well worth the rating of 5 Angels!

Reviewed by: Jessica, FAR

Tawny Taylor weaves an erotic story around dragons and dungeons with a keen sense of wit that is as hot as it is interesting! Who knew a dragon could be so sexy?

4 Kisses! Lori Beth Grant, Romance Divas

Dragons and Dungeons is sizzling hot! Jestin may be a blond hunk, but he's exudes a dark and dangerous sensuality. Kaya is funny, loyal and brave in the face of extraordinary circumstances. Watch out, these two are blistering! Thank goodness there is more coming in this series! This novella length glimpse at Tawny Taylor's dragons was just not enough. I want more, more, more! More bondage, more hot dragon sex, I want more!

Annabelle Andrews, Joyfully Reviewed

Enjoy this free excerpt of Immortal Secrets I: Dragons & Dungeons!

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Blurb:

Book One in the Immortal Secrets series.

Play it safe antiques buyer, Kaya Cordova, needs the ancient Philippino copperplate she’s just lost at a private auction, but she has six-foot-something of sexy, mysterious male standing in her way. Spurred on by her boss, and a promise of a fat bonus check, she decides to try to talk him into selling it to her. Unfortunately, she has no idea what she’s in for.

Tall, blond and built like a god, Jestin Draig looks all American, but appearances can be deceiving. He has a dark secret that will force Kaya to quit bowing to the master of fear and accept him as her new Master. He’ll give her everything she desires, but at a great price...to both of them.

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An Excerpt From: IMMORTAL SECRETS: DRAGONS & DUNGEONS

Preparing to run into an icy-cold downpour was a lot like getting ready to dive into the Detroit River in the middle of January. It required a bit of time, some deep breaths, and a little bit of jogging in place to get the blood pumping, which were all good reasons why she didn’t make a habit of swimming in January or making mad dashes through thunderstorms to her car. For one thing, time was something she rarely possessed an excess of. Second, deep breathing made her dizzy and her hands numb. And third, running in three-inch heels was dangerous, especially in slick-soled three-inch heels that tended to slip on wet asphalt.

Thanks to the difficulty in running and a bit of reluctance—Kaya had never been the kind to dive into water, frigid or otherwise. She’d always been more the toe-in-the-water kind of girl—she hadn’t made it more than a step or two away from the front door before a big, black limousine swooped around the corner and came to a skidding stop in front of her. Muddy water coated the lower half of her body and she prepared to give the passenger inside a good, nasty glare when the passenger door opened. Instead of some rich snob stepping out of the car like they were preparing to walk the red carpet, only an arm jutted out. A hand caught her dress at about hip level and yanked.

Out of instinct, she jumped backward and tipped her head to look down in the car, spying none other than sexy Mr. Nine grinning at her from the back seat.

“Hi there,” he said, looking absolutely amazing in the dimly lit interior of the car. His dimples were on high beam, his smile too. “I’d like to give you a ride to your car.”

She was grateful for the shelter of the overhang as she stood by the side of the car trying to pry her tongue loose from her throat. If she was going to stand there for a while, her jaws snapping open and closed like a possessed mousetrap, at least she wouldn’t get drenched. Then again, the look Mr. Nine gave her, one of the flirty, render-a-girl-brainless varieties, made her so hot she was tempted to throw herself into the biggest puddle she could find for some relief.

After indulging in a sigh that finally knocked her tongue free, she shook her head. “Thanks, but no. I’m just parked over there, not more than twenty yards away.”

“Are you sure I can’t change your mind?”

I could think of one or two ways you could. “No, thanks. Although this storm is getting bad, I don’t think I need an ark to get there yet. Appreciate the thought, though.” She tried to step further back from the car, fearful of getting her toes run over when it pulled away, but his firm grip on her dress kept her from backing too far. Puzzled, she gave him her best, practiced “what’s-up?” look.

“Please,” he answered. “I’d like to speak to you.”

“About what? What could you, the person who obviously got what he wanted, want to talk to me—the one who didn’t—about? I don’t have anything you want.”

Silent laughter making his eyes glittery, he mumbled something incoherent that made her blush then added, “About this.” Those two sweet dimples poked into his cheeks as his mouth curled into a naughty smile that made her knees all weak and trembly. He lifted a black case which she assumed held the copperplate.

“Yes, I know you have it. You bought it. What do you need me for?”

“Please. I have a few questions. And I promise, if you’re worried about getting into a car with a strange man, I’m not suggesting anything sinister and I’ve never been convicted of a crime.”

“Thanks for clarifying. Yes, I was worried you might be a crazed monster who entices women into your lair during our infamous Michigan downpours and then does unmentionable things to them.”

“Wow, you have me pegged already. Want to risk it anyway?” he joked. Those dimples became even deeper.

She chuckled to hide a near-swoon. Charmed almost out of her mind and curious about what he wanted, she looked into those big blues for some sign of subterfuge. What she saw was confusing but not threatening. But before she made her decision, he made it for her. When she reached down to smooth her windblown dress against her legs, he caught her by the wrist and yanked her inside. The door slammed the second she was in the car.

Alarmed, and feeling off balance, her body basically sprawled over his, her chest on his belly, her groin on his thigh, she glared up at him and shook a scolding finger. Funny little tingles and zaps buzzed through her body, like little bolts of static electricity as she warned, “If you try anything funny, I’m outta here.” Still not comfortable with the situation, although the position was growing on her, she gathered herself together, settled into the black leather seat, smoothed out her wrinkled dress and tried to fake a casual, confident air. “Hmm. This is cozy. I could get used to this.”

“So could I.”

So much for her confidence. It crumbled at the sound of those three little words. Then things went from bad to worse. When he winked then glanced meaningfully at her crossed legs, she just about died. Sure her face was as red as a stop sign, she tugged at her skirt, which was slowly inching up her thighs, no doubt the result of the drenching she’d received when the car pulled up. To keep him in his place—or at least attempt to—she gave him her best mean eyes, the ones she used regularly to intimidate any door-to-door salespeople who chose to ignore the “No Soliciting” sign plastered to her front door. “You, behave yourself.”

“I’m doing my best to tame the beast, I swear. Here, I’ll play polite host. Can I offer you something to drink?” he asked, motioning toward the minifridge.

“No, thanks. Call me silly, but I have this rule. No alcohol before noon.” And no alcohol while locked in a moving vehicle with a man who makes my head swim.

He glanced at his watch then blinked wide-eyed at her, clearly trying to look innocent. It wasn’t working. No sirree.

But it did make him look cute.

“Well, then, we’ll just have to wait ten minutes.” He pushed the intercom and asked the answering female voice to carry on.

“Carry on? What’s that mean?” Kaya watched as the stretch limo did indeed carry on, gliding across the parking lot like it was floating rather than rolling on the road, past her car and onto the street. “Um, where are you taking me? I agreed to a ride to my car, not a tour of the city.”

“We’re…um, taking the scenic route.” His crooked smile still firmly in place, he leaned forward and offered his hand. “Name’s Jestin Draig.”

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