Reviews
"CONSTANT
CRAVING is a tender, sexy delight!" --
nationally bestselling author Teresa Medeiros
"CONSTANT
CRAVING has everything: sizzling sex, wonderful characters,
action, adventure... As steamy as the Louisiana nights,
this book is a treat from beginning to end." --
bestselling author Anne Stuart
"CONSTANT
CRAVING (4) is an impressive debut by new author, Tori Carrington.
Strong characterization will have readers watching for Ms.
Carrington's next book." --
Renae Dryer, Romantic Times
"Constant
Craving is a brilliant debut novel by an author who pours out
her heart in this special work... Tori Carrington demonstrates
a talent that will surely gain her a large following of readers.
This is one book that should satisfy the craving for readers who
love romantic intrigue at its highest level." 4 Stars!
--
Harriet Klausner Affaire de Couer
"...a
stroke of genius. Tori Carrington has created a work of
popular art."
--
Rosemary Kurek, Ph.D., contributing editor of Romantic Conventions
"First
time author Tori Carrington is an amazing storyteller. CONSTANT
CRAVING is like a banana split--filled with a variety of sensational
flavors and fully satisfying." 5 stars --
Chris Theann Bossert, The Romantic Bower
"A
unique, entertaining twist on a favorite plot, with clever dialogue,
provocative characters, and smoldering sensuality. Tori
Carrington writes with an edgy, sophisticated style that will
appeal to a wide range of readers. A definite keeper."
--
Melissa Bradley, Rendezvous
Dear Reader,
"How do you two write together?"
is the question most asked of us as a husband-and-wife team. Our
response is invariably "very carefully."
Joking aside, we couldn't have plotted a more
ideal situation for our characters, much less ourselves. In our
books you'll see a little bit of both of us, a whole lot of imagination
and a genuine love for what we do. In CONSTANT CRAVING, we didn't
have to go too far to research Eva's Greek-American background
because Tony himself is Greek-American. And Adam and Eva's situation
somewhat resembles the circumstances surrounding our own leap
into marital bliss eleven years ago. No, no, Tony isn't an F.B.I.
agent, and Lori wasn't...well, you'll see what we mean. Anyway,
this story isn't about us, although as our first book, it holds
a special place in our hearts. No, it's about Adam and Eva and
the sizzling trail they must blaze to find forever.
We'd love to hear from you. Write P.O. Box
12271, Toledo, OH 43612 (we'll respond with an autographed bookplate).
Or send us an e-mail.
Here's wishing you romance, love, and
happiness!
Lori & Tony
aka Tori Carrington
He was
going to kiss her...
"Tell
me, Eva," Adam said in a voice that wasn't Adam-like at all.
A voice that slid over her hot, super-hypersensitive skin like
a hand, urging to life emotions she had vowed to keep at bay.
"If we should ever be placed in a position where we should
have to kiss --"
"We won't,"
she whispered, her throat unbearably tight. "It's not Christmas,
and there's no, um, mistletoe or anything."
She shivered
as his gaze homed in on her mouth.
His own lips
turned up at the corners. "Just the same, assume for the
sake of argument there is a time when kissing is...expected from
us...." His mouth moved ever closer, nearer to hers, riveting
Eva's gaze to the well-defined line of his lips. "How, exactly,
should we do it?"
Eva knew she
should move away from him, turn her head, do something, anything
to prevent what was about to happen. But the simple truth
of it was that she wanted this kiss. She wanted it to happen as
much as Adam appeared awkwardly determined to make it happen.
And she wanted it now.
Wresting the
initiative from him, she stopped the slowly seductive way his
head tilted toward hers by pressing her lips tentatively against
his. Then she gave in fully to the part of her that made her kiss
him in the first place.
He tasted of toothpaste,
a bit of wine, and hot, hot desire. With a tip of her tongue,
she brazenly sought a more intimate taste, aroused by the way
he opened his mouth slightly and invited her tongue in.
Need rushed over Eva
in swells, carrying pleasure signals to her limbs. She reached
out and braced her hands against his solid shoulders, but the
touch evolved into a caress, the caress into a bold exploration
of the marvelous muscles that made this man oh so much more than
an inexperienced nerd.
He had yet to
touch her, and Eva found she yearned for that more than anything.
Wanted to feel his hand against her heated flesh, needed him to
touch her in a way she suspected he hadn't touched another woman.
She rested her
hand against his clean-shaven cheek, placing the tip of her thumb
in the dimple in his chin. Then she deepened the kiss, plunging
her tongue deep into his mouth, urging his into hers. Her breathing
became a rapid, urgent search for the air she couldn't seem to
get enough of.
She stroked
her fingers down his incredibly muscled arms and reached for his
hands. Tugging on his hand, she met opposition.
"Eva, I,
um, don't think --"
"Shhh."
She compensated for his slight resistance and led his fingers
to the top of her nightgown. She pressed her breast into his palm.
The heat of his skin penetrated the thin cotton and shock waves
of pleasure shot through her, pushing aside any doubt about what
she was doing, infusing her with an ever growing need for more.
His palm stayed,
unmoving, on her breast. She strained against it, her nipple hard
and aching, the increasingly demanding cadence of her kiss telling
him she wanted more, oh so much more.
"Eva --"
"Adam...just
be quiet and touch me...."
