Words & Music Monday with Tiffany King
Today we get a double dose of book lover goodness!!! A happy note for my YA paranormal romance fans… Tiffany King is starting to write the third book in her Daemon Hunter Novels today!!! YAY!!! If you haven’t started this series yet, you really should. Tiffany has sent us an excerpt from book two, Jordyn and The Caverns of Gloom.
But the MUSIC we get today, comes from Tiffany’s NA contemporary romance new release, MISUNDERSTANDINGS. This book has a TON of buzz, so if you like some sweet contemporary goodness in between your paranormal fixes… be sure to check it out. Below is the info about the book, and the video for the theme song of the book. You can pick it up on May 6th!!
Just when she thought things were going up…
Two years after a devastating breakup, Brittni Mitchell has moved on from Justin Avery—or so she tells herself. But when she returns to Seattle for her best friend’s engagement party, Brittni finds herself the victim of a disastrously timed elevator breakdown. She’s trapped with the last person she wants to face, and forced to recount the past she desperately wants to forget.
She’s going to have to look back…
When Brittni left her podunk hometown for a big city college experience at the University of Washington, hooking up with a guy like Justin Avery was not part of her plan. Between Justin’s attention-grabbing tattoos, cigarette smoking, and bad boy attitude Brittni quickly chalked him up as “Mr. Wrong.” But his charm was unrelenting, and Brittni’s decision to give Justin a chance quickly turned into the worst choice she ever made.
So that she might be able to move forward.
Now she’s stuck with Justin—literally—and the complicated web of misunderstandings that tied up the truth for two years is about to unravel.
You’ll have to wait a bit longer to read MISUNDERSTANDINGS… but you can pick up the first two books in Tiffany’s Daemon Hunter Novels now. Here’s a little teaser from book two to get you started…
My body tensed under him as I heard a weird beating noise in the distance. It sounded like a bird flapping its wings, but a hundred times louder. Peeking over Emrys’s shoulder, I saw a large shape in the sky, just as it broke through the haze. I gulped loudly at the sheer magnitude of the bird that really wasn’t a bird since it was also shaped like a monkey, but with humongous wings that would rival a small airplane.
“Don’t move,” Emrys breathed into my ear as he angled his head so he was covering my face from view. I acknowledged his words by meeting his eyes. I could hear the flapping of the wings as the kooky monkey bird circled above us.
I knew if Emrys had reacted this way our situation was precarious, but I couldn’t help thinking about the fact that his body was sprawled on top of mine. We had shared our fair share of kisses over the course of our unusual relationship. I could feel every lean muscle of his contours as he tried to cover me from sight. His weight was not a burden. It felt so right that it took all my willpower not to shift underneath him to see if the sensations got even better.
“I think we can get up,” Emrys said, looking amused, which definitely got my hackles up. I was embarrassed that I was the only one focused on our compromising positions.
“Then get off me,” I said, pushing at his chest.
“Say please,” he teased.
“No,” I said stubbornly, shoving harder. I was pissed at myself for acting like a total twit.
“Why are you mad?” he asked, using his strength to hold himself in place. “It’s nothing,” I muttered, feeling mortified. “Tell me,” he coaxed, placing his lips on the corner of my eye and then trailing down my cheek toward my lips. My embarrassment and anger slipped away as the same dazzling side effects of his kisses took over my senses.
“Tell me,” he repeated, pulling away. Completely entranced, I couldn’t remember why I was angry, so I answered honestly.
“I liked how it felt to be so close to you,” I admitted, knotting my hands in his hair so I could pull him close again. “And you didn’t seem to notice,” I added just before I crushed my lips to his so he could see my point.
He gave in to my demands and returned the kiss. I sighed with pleasure as his tongue found mine. Everything faded away as the sensations of having him so close wrapped around me like I had been dipped in some kind of euphoric concoction. Emrys, of course, was the one who broke the kiss since I became a dizzy fry head anytime his lips came anywhere near me. “I did notice, by the way. Why do you think I made it seem like a gleason was going to eat you?” he asked, dropping his lips to my neck.
“Hmmm,” I asked, trying to sort out his words in my head. “A gleason, the flying monkey thing? It was harmless,” he said smugly, trailing his lips back to mine. “Oh, and the creatures here can see me.” “You dick,” I gasped, finally able to make sense of what he was telling me. “I may have fabricated danger so I could kiss you,” he said, unaware of the new surge of anger that was swirling through me. “You ass. I thought I was going to get eaten,” I said, punching him in the shoulder and scrambling out from under him.
Grinning deviously he also climbed to his feet, unconcerned about my anger. “Well, the scraggier would have. That was close.” “Not funny,” I said, jabbing a finger in his chest. “Haven’t you ever heard of the Boy Who Called Wolf or in this case, flying freaky monkey?” I added, stomping off before he could answer.
“Don’t talk to me,” I grumbled, still stomping my feet to show my anger.
“Jordyn,” he said in a more serious tone. “What?” I said, not turning around. “Don’t take another step. You’re about to make a mistake.”
“Right—” I said as the sand under my feet disappeared.