PRINT BOOK COMING SOON

Wonderful news! Samhain Publishing will be releasing a print anthology of my three stories, CONSUMED, NOTHING STAYS IN VEGAS, and TASTE OF TEMPTATION!
The title will be MORE THAN A TASTE and the release is scheduled for May 2010!
Whoo hoo!!

TASTE OF TEMPTATION available today

“Taste of Temptation” by Moira McTark

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Genre: Contemporary Romance, Red Hots!

ISBN: 978-1-60504-726-3
Length: Novella
Price: 3.50
Publication Date: August 14, 2009
Cover art by Natalie Winters

Love is best savored one slow, sweet lick at a time.

The sting of betrayal and added humiliation of being the last to know have left hotel owner Jason Henley leery of romance. Until an abandoned wedding cake—and feisty wedding planner and hopeless romantic Lanie Malone—tumble into his arms, turning dessert for two-hundred-fifty into the backdrop for a sexy romp.

Lanie always keeps business and pleasure in their proper places. But between Jason’s advances, and a groomzilla-from-hell’s indiscretions, she finds she’s lost control of the wedding and her body. With Jason and Lanie facing off, the buttercream’s about to hit the fan… When the frosting clears, more than Laine’s career will be hanging in the balance.

This book has been previously published.

Warning: This book contains frank language and graphic descriptions of hot sugar-slicked sex that give new meaning to the phrase, “have your cake and eat it too”.

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Website up and running!!

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I've got the new website up and running, complete with a free read, some excerpts, and links for all my available books. Hop on over and check it out!!
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Coming August 14th from Samhain Publishing

“Taste of Temptation” by Moira McTark

Read An Excerpt Online
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Red Hots!

ISBN: 978-1-60504-726-3
Length: Novella
Price: 3.50
Publication Date: August 14, 2009
Cover art by Natalie Winters

Love is best savored one slow, sweet lick at a time.

The sting of betrayal and added humiliation of being the last to know have left hotel owner Jason Henley leery of romance. Until an abandoned wedding cake—and feisty wedding planner and hopeless romantic Lanie Malone—tumble into his arms, turning dessert for two-hundred-fifty into the backdrop for a sexy romp.

Lanie always keeps business and pleasure in their proper places. But between Jason’s advances, and a groomzilla-from-hell’s indiscretions, she finds she’s lost control of the wedding and her body. With Jason and Lanie facing off, the buttercream’s about to hit the fan… When the frosting clears, more than Laine’s career will be hanging in the balance.

This book has been previously published.

Warning: This book contains frank language and graphic descriptions of hot sugar-slicked sex that give new meaning to the phrase, “have your cake and eat it too”.

Read An Excerpt Online

Taste of Temptation

We've got a title! After too many hours staring at lists, brainstorming and puzzling out titles, TASTE OF TEMPTATION is the done deal. Contract signed, dated and delivered! Whoohoo.
This sexy little sugar coated something will be releasing in August of 2009, so keep your eyes open for updates and excerpts.
:-)

New Contract - Samhain Publishing

Great news! Samhain Publishing has contracted another story. I'll be posting release news here over the next few months.

CAPA nominated!!

Awesome news!! I just found out from my fabulous friend Jayne Rylon (author of Nice and Naughty) that we are both nominated for CAPAs this year! Whoohoo!!
NOTHING STAYS IN VEGAS, one of my favorite stories to write, is nominated for the Erotic Romance Category. Look for results at The Romance Studio on Valentine's day 2009.

JOYFULLY REVIEWED- Nothing Stays in Vegas

Yay- I've been Joyfully Reviewed! Thank you so much Vivian for the awesome review of Nothing Stays In Vegas. Here's a snippet of what she says...

"I loved these two characters. Cal, who’s paying the price for a bad relationship and a mistake in Las Vegas. Lara, who’s trying to protect her sister. They dance around each other fighting their attraction – for different reasons. But when these two finally get together, the sex is explosive – you’ll love the scene in the boathouse. Throw in the spoiled sister’s schemes, all the lies they’ve got to sort through and you’ve got a great read. Nothing Stays in Vegas is a definite must read and you will thoroughly enjoy it."

Harlequin Mills and Boon

Yay! A while back I entered the Harlequin Presents Instant Seduction contest. It was such fun coming up with a story for that line and putting a first chapter together, I loved it. I didn't win the contest, but yesterday I received a letter from HQP requesting my full manuscript! Whoo hoo! Talk about exciting. Of course, my luck, that's the story I haven't finished, lol. So I'll be one busy bee, busting butt to get that one knocked out and sent off. Crossing my fingers the entire story turns out as well as the first chapter!
:-)

Mini-list mom at Samhain Cafe

The lovely and fabulous Dawn Halliday and I will be hosting a mini-list mom couple of hours over at the Samhain cafe on Thursday, April 3rd from 9 - 11:30am central time. It's going to be a great time with excepts, games, prizes and chit-chat galore!! Come and hang out with us - we'd love to see you there!

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/samhaincafe/messages

I'm In!

My excerpt for NOTHING STAYS IN VEGAS is for the Samhain Spring Showers Promo over at Coffee Times Romance! I've been chatting a bit in the comments, would love to hear from you too! Also, the excerpts and prizes are incredible- this is such a great opportunity to check out new and new-to-you authors... and win prizes too. Don't miss out!

Hangin' out today!

Hey everyone,
I'll be hanging out over at the Love Romances Cafe today with a few other awesome Cobblestone authors, chatting about our books. Come on by and check out the fun!
:-)

Samhain's Spring Showers Promo

Looking for tons of fabulous prizes and excerpts to start your heart racing? Then check out...
Samhain's Spring Showers Promo.

I'll be participating in the fun with more awesome authors than you can shake a stick at, so drop by and check it out!

NOTHING STAYS IN VEGAS hits the best seller list!

I don't know how long it will last... but as of right now, NOTHING STAYS IN VEGAS is number 8 on the My Bookstore and More best seller list!! WHooooohooooo!!!
You can just imagine the happy dancing going on around my kitchen right now! Yay!!!

Excellent Blog Award?

Well heck! I'll take it!! Ally, you've gone and made me cry, blush, spend a meaningful moment reflecting on all the time I've spent on said blog- knowing, finally, it was all worth it... for this! Lol- Too funny.
Thank you to Ally Kendall!
So here are the rules for this little blog award...
By accepting this Excellent Blog Award, you agree to award it to 10 more people whose blogs you find Excellent Award worthy. You can give it to as many people as you want, but please award at least 10.
You deserve it! Feel free to recognize blogs that have already received this award.

Now, I've thought long and hard and here are the next blogs that I have nominated for this awesome award.

1.HOT & BOTHERED
2.SMART BITCHES WHO LOVE TRASHY BOOKS
3.MRS. GIGGLES
4.MELISSA SCHROEDER'S BLOGS
5.SOUTHERN SIN
6.TANGLED UP IN WORDS
7.NAUGHTY & SPICE
8.ROMANCE VAGABONDS
9.PASSIONS MUSES
10.SAMHAIN BLOG

NOTHING STAYS IN VEGAS

Is gracing the cybershelves of Samhain Publishing as I type!
Whoo hooo!!

The last couple of posts have been about this release so check them out if you are interested in a quick excerpt- or stop by my website or Samhain's for more about this fun, sexy, sizzling book!
:-)
http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/product_info.php?products_id=903

1 Day Left...

NOTHING STAYS IN VEGAS is out tomorrow!!

If you can't wait, like I can't wait, then here's a little sizzlicious excerpt to tide you over...
EXCERPT:

The silence hung between them as they watched each other.

Cal was so close it hurt not to touch him. Not to reach out and brush the tight points of his nipples with her palms. Not to give in and pull loose the drawstring that secured the pants hanging dangerously low on his trim hips. Not to lose her fingers in that shock of wild hair.

That hair. Even as nervous as he made her, Lara couldn’t help but smile.

Cal’s chin pulled back, his brow furrowed. “What are you laughing at?”

“Your hair. It looks the same now—straight out of the ocean—as it did at breakfast this morning.”

He rolled his eyes and, with a good natured chuckle, rubbed his hands back and forth over the thick spikes—just as she imagined he did getting out of the shower. “That bad? You don’t even want to know what happens when I try to get it to lay flat.”

“No, you look nice. I mean, it works.”

Cal stared at her for a second, the laughter in his eyes dissipating. “Lara, why are you fighting this? What’s between us is good, really good. I can’t understand what was going on in Vegas, or why you don’t want to talk to me about it, but Vegas was nothing. Things started for us when all we had were words, and from that alone I wanted you.”

She tried to look away, but he pressed his palm against her cheek, gently forcing her to meet his gaze as he continued. “You and I have a connection that’s making me want to tear the clothes off your body. I can’t stop thinking about you. All I want is to touch you, to talk to you, to joke and laugh with you…I just want you.”

Lara blinked, opened her mouth to speak and closed it again. What could she say? That every word out of his mouth made her want to wrap her legs around him? That all she could think about was having Cal’s hands on her, his mouth, his body? And it wasn’t lust alone—everything would be so much easier if it was.

No, she’d been falling for him since before they met when she read his first lame joke over the email. For weeks she’d been laughing at his sense of humor, marveling at his take on life. She couldn’t get enough of him, be it his most mundane thought or his deepest revelation.

The fact that she cared about him as much as she did was the very reason she couldn’t give in. A relationship started now would be based on lies and deceit. And he deserved better than that. They both did. And then there was Dette. She’d wanted so badly to settle down, needed the security this marriage would give her. She needed to know that she would be taken care of, loved. Once she had that security, she’d finally be able to stop pushing for the constant reassurances, testing for proof of commitment. Lara couldn’t take it away from her.

The right thing to do was so clear in her head. Walk away. It was the rest of her mutinous body that couldn’t abide by the judgment. And being this close to him wasn’t helping her cause.

She took a step back from Cal and the heat rising off his bare chest. “I don’t want to lie to you, but I can’t tell you the truth about Vegas.”

Cal took a step closer. “What are you so scared of?”

Another step away, her throat was dry, her mind racing. She was scared of the look of determination in his eyes. She was scared of hurting him, of giving in and being the woman who betrayed him. She was scared that if she kept pushing him away, eventually he’d stop coming back—that no matter what she did, she’d be doing the wrong thing. “Letting everyone down.”

Another step closer. “You couldn’t.”

Another step back, into the unyielding wall. “You’re putting me on a pedestal. I don’t belong there.”

Cal closed the distance between them. “I don’t believe you.”

Resting one hand against the wall above her head, he used the other to brush open the towel wrapped around her, exposing the sodden shirt clinging to her breasts. The corner of his mouth ticked up. “You’re going to give in, Lara…” He ran his fingers feather-light across her collarbone, pressed one knee against the wall opposite the arm that flanked her.

Her breath sucked in, a pulse throbbed deep between her legs. She didn’t dare look at him. His seductive confidence terrified her.

His voice was low, deep. “…because, I’m not going to play fair.”

She swallowed hard. Having him this close was wreaking havoc on her body. The rippled muscles of his torso were only inches away from the puckered skin of her nipples and she ached to arch into him, to ease the need that had been growing in her for weeks. She wanted to stretch her hands wide over his stomach and absorb the touch and feel of every ridge, every hollow.

“Can you say you don’t want me?” He ran his hand along the side of her ribs, across the swells of her breast, to the valley between her breasts.

She peered up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “I don’t know what I want…”

“You don’t know…if you want this?” His fingers stroked down to her abdomen, dipping into the top of her shorts so that his knuckles rubbed the soft skin below her belly button.

She sucked her tummy in. Unable to stop herself, she gazed into the dark pools of Cal’s eyes and felt herself pulled further under his control.

“I want it,” she gasped, “but there’s more than just that.”

His fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt. God, she wanted him to rip them open, press her against the wall and take her before she had the chance to talk herself out of it. But he tortured her, tracing the outer edge of each button, playing with it before abandoning it, still fastened, to move on. His open palm skimmed a fraction of an inch above her breast, the heat permeating the fabric beneath, tormenting her aching, hard nipple.

Cal lowered his head to her ear, his lips resting against the outer shell. Warm air teased the whorl in rhythmic puffs with each breath, sending chills skittering across her skin. It was too much, the almost-touch of him against her, she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone. It was too much to keep saying no.

Cal whispered to her. “Lie to me, Lara.” His hips leaned into her, his hand closed the scant distance between them, his thumb stroking her nipple, his palm cupping her breast.

She gasped as a hot rush of warmth spread through her.

“Lie to me.” His lips grazed her skin, never breaking the connection as he dragged them from her ear down to her jaw and over to the corner of her mouth. “If that’s what’s stopping you, tell me it wasn’t you in Vegas.”

Lara stared at the face so close to hers. He was waiting. She was lost. In a whisper so low it was barely audible, the words slipped out. “It wasn’t me…”

3 Days left...

Until NOTHING STAYS IN VEGAS hits the shelves on March 18! Yay!!! It's so close I can hardly wait!! Okay, so since we are talking RIGHT around the corner, how about a bit of the book? Here's a little excerpt from the start of the book to set the scene... I'll save the sizzle for the next excerpt. :-)

EXCERPT:
From her vantage point, Lara could see the men collecting their bags, laughing, exchanging jokes. Nice looking bunch—even the airport shuttle driver, who caught sight of her at the window and winked before circling around to the back of the van. But no one’s looks alone screamed “I’m Cal!” Then a last pair of legs beneath the trunk caught her eye. Thick fingers reached over the edge and swung the trunk closed, revealing a smiling, chiseled face that made her heart skip a beat. Lara swallowed and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Please let this be my best man.

Hunk didn’t begin to cover it.

He was taller than the other men by several inches, and the fit of his khakis and long sleeved T-shirt suggested an athlete’s build. Wide shoulders, defined pecs and a back that flexed with enough definition to show through the taut fabric of his shirt when he threw the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Well-formed was an understatement. Disheveled was an understatement for that matter. The spray of thick sandy hair shooting out in all directions had an authentic quality about it. That tousled look was pure cowlick and pure sexy. Only a man could mistake it for “horrible”.

The bedroom door jerked open behind them. “Oh my God, Lara, I need you. Bitty, leave!”

Lara spun around to see her sister, Claudette, white as a sheet, backed against the wall. Her arms outstretched like she was trying to hang onto the ivory and sage wallpaper to keep herself from falling. Dette tended toward the melodramatic, but the frantic expression plastered across her face had Lara at her side in a second.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, rubbing her sister’s arms.

Dette’s eyes were wide, her face flushed. “Do you love me?”

Oh no.

Bitty walked over, hands on her hips and jutted out her chin. “What’s the matter now?”

“Bitty, I’m serious. Leave, I need to talk to my sister, in private.”

Their cousin huffed. “Just say no, Lara. Whatever it is.” Grabbing the bin of boxed almonds, she walked out.

When the door closed, Dette’s gaze fixed on the ceiling, tears already pooling at the corners of her eyes. “This is serious.”

Lara’s gut tensed, her face hardened. Damn, she’d only been here for two days, this couldn’t be happening already. “Just tell me what happened, what you need me to do.”

“Say you were in Vegas one month ago. No one will know you weren’t.”

Dette talked and Lara listened, the sinking feeling in her stomach increasing as the story unfolded.

“One of the groomsmen?” Lara shrieked.

“This is a bona fide happily-ever-after emergency! I know it’s bad, don’t give me crap right now.”

“Happily every after? Dette, fairy tale romance doesn’t include the bride-to-be running off to screw one of her attendants a month before the wedding!”

“I didn’t know he was a groomsman!” Dette hissed, her arms, straight at her sides, ending in balled fists of frustration. “He said his name was Kenneth or something…but I just saw him outside, so he must have been lying,”

Dette never ceased to amaze her. “The fact that you didn’t know who he was really isn’t the point. You slept with someone other than Adam!”

“Damn it, haven’t you ever heard of cold feet?”

“Are you kidding me? You went to Vegas, picked up a stranger, had sex, and now you want me to pretend that I did it so you don’t get caught?”

Dette glared at her. “Sort of.”

“Four weeks ago!” Lara took a breath and softened. “What are you going to say to Adam? You have to tell him.”

“Like hell I do.”

“I can’t lie for you when it comes to a marriage. I can’t cover this up for you.”

“Can’t, can’t, can’t,” Dette shot back, her eyes brimming with tears. “Can’t you stop judging me for once in your flawless life? Not everyone is as perfect as you.”

Lara wanted to laugh, only it wasn’t funny.

Dette’s eyes darted around the room, finally settling back on Lara. “I didn’t want anyone to know this, but Adam broke off the engagement, dumped me. He was the one with cold feet. I was brokenhearted. I ran off to Vegas, wanting to get away from everything. I drank way too much. Woke the next morning with a blinding headache, a man in my bed, and no memory of how he got there.”

Lara stared at her with more than a little skepticism. There was one way to get a straight answer. “Oh my God. Maybe he drugged you.” Lara gripped her sister’s wrists, daring her with her eyes. “I’m calling the police.”

“No, no…fine,” Dette shook off Lara’s hold. “I remember taking him back to my room, but I was drunk and stupid. I should have known Adam would get over his wedding jitters and be calling to apologize the next day, but I was so self-destructive, self-defeating, maybe I just didn’t believe I deserved to be happy.” Gripping her sister’s shoulders, she stared into her eyes. “I would give anything to take it back, do anything to change it, but I can’t.”

Lara held her breath for a count, memories of Dette’s tear-streaked pleas for help all running together in her mind. The rash choices, the uncontrolled outbursts…the sorrowful eyes filled with regret. Dette had such a hot head. She acted before she thought, and it always seemed to come back to haunt her. Almost like she was still trying to get caught.

“Adam broke up with you?”

“For two days. Neither of us told anyone.”

“Maybe if you explained what happened, he’d understand.”

“Are you crazy?” Dette squeaked. “He would never forgive me, never get over it. What if this guy walks in and announces to everyone what happened? The wedding would be off. I didn’t tell Adam before and I’m not going to now. This is my life,” she pleaded. “I just want to be happy like everyone else is. I need your help, but if, now, when I need it more than ever, you are going to leave me to twist in the wind, then fine. I guess my most desperate hour is even more hopeless than I thought. I’ve been abandoned by my own sister.” She sniffed, a single shiny tear drifted down her cheek. “My best friend.”

Shaking her head slowly, Lara studied her. For all Dette’s accomplishments, grace and glamour, she believed she never got a fair shake, that everyone else had it easier. She needed to grow up, but at twenty-eight years old and days before her wedding, Lara didn’t want to be responsible for teaching her that lesson. And if Adam really broke it off, then what happened over those two days was none of his business.

Lara closed her eyes and exhaled through her nose. “We might look alike, but how are you going to get past the names?”

“Give me some credit, I crossed the country to make sure no one recognized me, of course I didn’t use my real name. Contrary to the way you treat me, I’m not stupid.”

Of course.

“Okay, what do I need to do?”

Dette yanked her down the hall into her peaches and cream bedroom, stuffing Lara into the seat in front of the mirrored vanity they’d been playing dress-up at since they were girls. It charmed Lara that her sister, who always needed to have the newest and hottest of everything, left her bedroom exactly the way it was from her childhood fantasies. Glass-front cabinets held row upon row of pristine china faced dolls in silk dresses, miniature porcelain horses, and a collection of ballerina jewelry boxes. Her attachment to her girlhood treasures was one of the sweeter things about Dette.

A silver-backed brush began to rip through Lara’s hair with determined pulls. “I slept with him one time in Vegas. He was blasted, coming off some break-up of his own. He might not even remember but, if he does, he’s going to remember that it was you. I’m going to fix you up because, when your hair and face are done right, you look more like me than I do.”
Lara’s jaw set and her eyes closed. She just needed to take this one hit for Dette.

If this Vegas guy thought he recognized her, she’d avoid him. She’d be with Cal most of the time anyway, she just needed to make sure Dette’s mishap didn’t get in the way of what they’d started.

Why did Dette always have to go for the sleaze—Adam excluded, she assumed without really wanting to know—why couldn’t she be attracted to the decent guys like Cal? What kind of a creepy pig would pick someone up like that? The one-night stand was gross enough as it was, but to lie about his name on top of it? Who did that kind of thing?

Breathing through her nose, she stopped. Dette did.

It's Coming!!

Less that one week to my new release! NOTHING STAYS IN VEGAS is due out on March 18th through Samhain Publishing and I'm working myself into a frenzy waiting for it!! This was such a blast to write and I can't even begin to describe the satisfaction I'm getting knowing it's almost out.

Okay, since you know I love to share.... How about a blurb:

Will one night in Sin City equal a lifetime of regret?

On his way to be best man at his friend’s wedding, Caleb Daniels has high hopes that his run of bad relationships has come to an end. He can’t wait to lay eyes—and hands—on the funny and intelligent maid of honor. They’ve never met, but she’s been charming him for weeks over the internet.

At first Lara Sinclair’s cyberspace chats with Cal centered around the preparations for her sister’s extravagant wedding, but it quickly blossomed into an intense online affair. Now she’s more than ready to meet him face to face, and have his fingers stroke more than just the keyboard.

But before she can even say hello to the sexy groomsman, her trouble-come-hither, look-alike sister bursts her bubble with a bona-fide, happily-every-after emergency. And Lara finds herself faced with a heartbreaking choice.

Let her sister solve her own problems, or risk her budding relationship with Cal to help save the wedding—by pretending to be someone she’s not.

****

YAY!!! I can't wait!!!!