Friday, September 18, 2009


Sounds like an odd, but fun way to combat a little known disease that strikes thousands of people worldwide.

September 19, 2009
8:00pm to Midnight
Molly Malone’s Irish Pub
7652 Madison Street
Forest Park, IL

The donation for this event is $50.00 per person and includes all your drinks and food.

Drink for a Cure began in 1998 when Christian Banke was diagnosed with Marfan syndrome. Christian died in 2002 while undergoing surgery. He was the second person stricken in the Banke family. They soon learned most people, including doctors, had not heard of Marfan syndrome. Millions of people across all geographical and racial groups can have Marfan syndrome. To make the world more aware and raise money for this under-funded disease, the Banke and Yario families hold a yearly fundraiser that raises awareness for this silent killer by donate the funds to the National Marfan Foundation.

Here’s a little background on the disease.
Marfan syndrome is a disorder of connective tissue. Connective tissue holds all parts of the body together and helps control how our bodies grow. Because connective tissue is found throughout out bodies, Marfan syndrome can occur in many different parts of us. The features are most often found in the heart, blood vessels, bones, joints, and eyes. The lungs and skin may also be affected. Marfan syndrome does not affect intelligence.

How does someone contract Marfan syndrome, you might ask?
Each child of a Marfan victim has a 50 percent chance to inherit the disorder. Sometimes a spontaneous mutation occurs during the formation of sperm or egg cells, resulting in a baby with Marfan syndrome. Two unaffected parents have only a 1 in 10,000 chance of having a child with Marfan syndrome. Approximately 25% of cases are due to a spontaneous mutation at the time of conception.

Your donations do help.
Pediatric Awareness and Educational Programs are in place to make the medical community, all health professional, the media and the public conscious of this disease for early detection. Your contribution, not matter what size, is greatly appreciated. The National Marfan Foundation is a 501 © (3) charitable organization therefore all donations are tax deductable. Their Tax ID Number is 52-1265361. To learn more, please go to or call 1-800-862-7326.

I hope you can join us Sept. 19. You’ll have a great time while helping with an excellent cause.

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


Join me today from 10:00 am - Noon CST at Love Romances Cafe for cool recipes and hot books.

Hope to see you there!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


I met Clare London several years back by sheer good luck. Her's was the first m/m book I'd ever read, and I was impressed. Clare's work is tasteful, filled with romance and a strong plot. Not only is my good friend a brilliant writer, she also has a terrific sense of humor.

Clare took the pen name London from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with the weekly wash, waiting for the far distant day when she can afford to give up her day job as an accountant.

She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with novels and short stories published both online and in print. Clare says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic and sexy characters. Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter 3 stage and plenty of other projects in mind...she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home.

All the details and free fiction are available at her website. Visit her today at her web site and say hello!

Here's a little on Clare's newest release. I think you'll enjoy it.

by Clare London

Amber Allure
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-574-4 (Electronic)

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Romantic Comedy
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (15k words)


Dylan admits it himself, he's a relentlessly single man in a small town, consoled only by being a good teacher and a devoted nephew to his Great-Aunts.

When the Aunts take a hand in matchmaking him with Josie, the girl down the street, Dylan doesn't tell them what kind of soulmate he's really looking for—and the fact that he's already found the man in question, Josie's brother Neal. But a secret affair can't go on forever, can it?

Faced with a heart-wrenching decision when his chance at love seems to be moving even farther out of his reach, Dylan knows it's time for him to own up to what he wants...and what kind of man he really is...

...I walked up the drive to the Whitman house, the gravel crunching under my boots. There was no sign of life anywhere, either in the gardens or from inside the house. My heavy footsteps broke the silence, my presence a gauche human intervention in the cool calm of nature. Because the house was at the far end of the street, it had no neighbor on the other side and this allowed it far more grounds than any of the other properties. The front garden was bordered with flourishing, dark-green ornamental hedges. Between them and the high gate and wall, the house was sheltered from both the street and prying eyes. Or at least, I’d always thought it was.

I stopped a few feet away from the front steps and took a deep breath. The contrast between this and my own family home was very marked. I suspected the Whitmans were considerably stronger financially than I was, but I was also sure Josie was better at keeping on top of the repairs and maintenance. It was the same size house, but in far better condition. The brickwork was neat, the paint wasn’t peeling, and the lawn was neatly trimmed at the edges of the path. My house aimed for faded charm. Theirs aimed obviously for elegance, and met it, too.

I knocked loudly at the front door, making my gestures very obvious. After all, I didn’t want the Aunts to miss a second of my visiting routine, did I? Now I knew of their secret voyeurism, I could imagine Mitzi at the window of my top floor guestroom, from which she’d obviously found a view of the Whitman’s home over the wall. I was pretty sure she had to stand on a chair and peer over the curtain rail, but that wouldn’t have discouraged her. I worried she’d hurt herself, at the same time wondering how the hell she got up and down the stairs so easily and swiftly at her age. And I also knew that if I turned back now to look up at my house and caught her at that very window, she’d drop back into an innocent, languid pose as if yearning for a faraway suitor, rather than spying on her former ward.

I smiled to myself and clutched the overblown bunch of blooms Bess had insisted I take with me. I felt hot and awkward in my jacket and smart shirt. Hoping that Mitzi might have tired of staring at me, I ran a hand through my hastily combed hair, ruffling it back up.

Damned if I couldn’t hear in my mind Bess’s snort of disapproval at my slovenly behavior.

The door opened abruptly. For a few seconds, I just stared. My heart was hammering, fierce as anything. But the smile that greeted me was broad and mischievous and full of a welcoming love for life. It was also very familiar. Dark, strong features. With a mental nod to the Aunts, I stepped inside. My sight began to adjust to the change, the hallway furniture throwing elongated shadows across the pale, waning sunlight, and then the front door slammed behind me as if cutting me off from the life outside…

And I was plunged into another one.

I never had a chance to speak. The bouquet was snatched from my hands and flung onto the low table by the door. I was pushed back against the wall and a hard, flat chest pressed against mine, hot breath panting in my ear, broad hands reaching to push my jacket off my shoulders. Strong hands. Impatient.

“Fuck.” The voice was harsh and masculine. A man’s face brushed against mine, the jawline rough with a half-day’s stubble, the eyes gazing hungrily at me. “You’re early! I thought we said tomorrow.”

I laughed aloud, partly from protest, partly from the sheer joy of the touch. He was a few inches taller than I was, his body stocky, his shoulders broad. As he opened his arms to wrap them around me, the faded fabric of his shirt stretched tight across his chest, accentuating the sinewy planes of his torso.

“The Aunts insisted I come over today. I didn’t know when you were planning to arrive. If you were. Look, I can go…”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” he snapped, but his eyes danced with pleasure, not anger. The hallway smelled of furniture polish and the lingering aroma of warm toast. Up close, I could also smell strong coffee on his breath, but then he always drank too much of it, a symptom of his commitment to ridiculously long hours of writing and traveling. His face nuzzled into my neck, his skin warm, his thick curls uncombed and brushing his shoulders, just the way I liked it. I ran my fingers into it, tangling tightly, tugging back his head. Hard, just the way he liked it...


I'll be back later this week. Until then...

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Monday, September 14, 2009


by Sloane Taylor

ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-572-0 (Electronic)
Genres: Contemporary / Romantic Comedy / BDSM (Light) / Exhibitionism / Public Places / Contains Some Bisexual (F/F) and Ménage (F/F/M) Activity
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (28k words)

Buy Link


Being Maid of Honor in Finland over Midsummer’s Eve is supposed to be fun, but for jingle writer Kate Adams it’s a nightmare. Things go from bad to worse when her high-priced rental car dies on an endless ribbon of bone-dry country road. Help arrives in the form of a delicious-looking, blue-collar local who just might make it all worthwhile.

Rurik Jaacko knows better than to stop for the princess perched on the hood of a Mercedes. Hot women and expensive cars are trouble, but he’s a sucker for any damsel in distress. The last thing he expects is to play bellhop to the sensual American, and love every sizzling moment.

A rustic pig farm and a friend who isn’t combine with deception to create the backdrop for earthy passion and international fraud...


...With his hard-on raging, Rurik watched her nipples harden and peak through the thin knit shirt and wondered if was their heated exchange that excited her, or the fact he had taken control.

Women want to be dominated.

“There are times a man must take a stand with an unruly woman.” He caught her wrist and tugged her closer.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Color drained from her cheeks, but was that a sparkle in her eyes?

He stopped for a moment and thought about the consequences of his action. Either it would be a beautiful success or Kate would pack her bags right after she rang the police.

“Yes, today I would.” He dropped onto a birch stump and, with a quick yank, upended her over his knees. Her perfect ass across his lap was too tempting to stop.

“You’d better stop before it’s too late, buddy.” She turned her head and shot him a glare that could melt steel.

“It already is.” His palm came down with a resounding smack.

“Ouch.” She kicked her legs and wrestled beneath him.

He laid an arm over her shoulders to keep her in place, praying he had made the right decision.

“Rurik, you are so going to pay for this,” she wailed, startling the birds from the trees.

And he knew he would, right after he laid another open-palm swat on her firm ass.


She yelped at the contact, and he loved it. He may have been wrong about her being a spoiled, over-privileged woman, but a good spanking seemed in order to assert his authority. But then again, he had better run like hell when he finally let her up because she was going to murder him.

His hand came down again, not quite as hard, and lingered on her sexy rear, petting away the sting. He ran his fingers along the curve of her cheeks hidden under the tight denim shorts, wondering what his handprint would look like on her milky flesh. A stirring below his belt pressed against his fly, forcing him to shift unsuccessfully under her weight.

She wiggled against his cock, enhancing his torture, and he could not stifle the groan.

“Are you through beating me into submission?” Her words came out breathlessly, reminding him of how her lips had purred against his balls the night before.

“No. I do not think so.” His hand smacked solid on her ass, pleased with her shriek.

He grazed a finger under the ragged edge of her shorts, inching up the inside of her thigh, seeking the heat beneath her damp thong. He hooked the lacey strap and tugged, drawing it tight against her swollen labia, released it and yanked up again. Her soft gasp carried to him on a gentle breeze.

The scent of her arousal drifted up, encouraging him to please her. He glided closer to her folds, teasing along the way with light pinches to her flesh. His finger slipped inside and he smiled, pleased by her wetness. Her pussy flexed against him, clenching—relaxing, milking him, like her mouth had done to his cock.

“I think you like this, Kate.” He knew he did.

A whimper rose up like a caress, her hair tumbling free as she nodded.

He pulled out, then slid back in with two fingers, pressing firmer against her wall.

“Should I continue your torture or”— he continued massaging up and down, until she bucked against him. —“take you into the house and fuck you fast and hard?”

A soft gurgle washed her words away and his balls tightened...


Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON 2009 EPPIE Finalist - Erotica

Friday, August 28, 2009

O.M.G. and Hot Damn!

The Romance Studio reviewed Czech Mate and awarded it 5 HEARTS!!

Below is a snippet, but you can read the complete review HERE.

Sloane Taylor pens a tale of an unlikely duo who cut through the exterior trappings of life to the things that are important. Heat, humor, and the old world charm of Prague blend in a really good way as Ms. Taylor crafts this story. Secondary characters like the desk clerk and bell hops provide smiles at their realistic behavior. Tender moments contrast with overt sexual behavior between Lacey and Dragan making this a wonderful read.

Overall rating:
Sensuality rating: Explicit

Reviewer: Dee Dailey
August 25, 2009

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON 2009 EPPIE Finalist – Erotica

Thursday, August 27, 2009


We're down to our last four stops so there's still a chance for you to win. Eight winners so far; YASMINE, JEFFERSON, SUSAN, ANNE, MELISSA, MAHALIA, MAITHE and ERICA!! You could be next.

The prize is a terrific totebag filled with candy, candles, and other fun things. To win, you must post. You can only win once during the tour, but you can post as many times as you like at each location!

Coming your way August 27th - 31!
The Steamy Love & Laughter Sirens Tour

Prize totebags at every stop

You don't want to miss this amazing group of authors

Sam Cheever

Lucynda Storey

Lizzie T. Leaf

Sloane Taylor

Be sure to join us for lots of fun

Date Location Time

Thur 8/27 Brenda Williamson 8:00am-noonEST

Fri 8/28 Lizzie T. Leaf all day

Sun 8/30 Romance Excerpts Only 8:00am-noonEST

Mon 8/31 Lucynda Storey blog all day

Hope to see you soon!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Tuesday, August 25, 2009


Yesterday's winner from the Steamy Love & Laughter Sirens tour is ERICA! Congratulations!!

Thank you all for playing and posting. Be sure to catch up with us at one of our other four stops.

Thur 8/27 Brenda Williamson 8:00am-noonEST
Fri 8/28 Lizzie T. Leaf all day
Sun 8/30 Romance Excerpts Only 8:00am-noonEST
Mon 8/31 Lucynda Storey blog all day

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Monday, August 24, 2009

The Sirens Are At It Again!

Here's the updated information on our book tour. We're doing 12 locations with one winner at each site. Seven winners so far; YASMINE, JEFFERSON, SUSAN, ANNE, MELISSA, MAHALIA and MAITHE!! You could be next.

The prize is a terrific totebag filled with books, candy, candles, and other fun things. To win, you must post. You can only win once during the tour, but you can post as many times as you like at each location!

Today we're at my main blog where the contest posting counts. Feel free to join us for a fun time.

Today we have three excellent authors from the Steamy Love & Laughter Sirens sharing their work.

First up is Sam Cheever, a phenomenal paranormal writer. Check Sam out at her website, blog, Facebook, MySpace, or Twitter to read more of her work.

Sam Cheever
Ellora's Cave

Daphne Charissa isn’t a chubby little guy with wings and a quiver of arrows. But she does belong to the Cupid race—a race of devastatingly beautiful creatures who excel at helping others find love, while remaining loveless themselves throughout their long lives.

When Daphne falls in love with Bion Chronos, she launches the two of them into a direct confrontation with the Furies as they fight to protect their own love and win release from the curse of lovelessness for the whole Cupid race. The problem is, the Furies have no intention of letting them win, and the lovers can’t seem to keep their hands off each other long enough to form a coherent plan.

It’s gonna be an interesting battle.

Bion walked in the front door of the firm, carrying a single lavender rose in one hand and wearing a smile.

He walked toward me, past the receptionist and extended the rose. “Good morning.”

Without thinking I took it, then looked at it in shock. A lavender rose, representing love at first sight. Damn!

I tried to hand it back to him.

He shook his head “Uh-uh. You accepted it.”

I frowned. “I can’t accept this, Mr. Chronos.”

He frowned back at me. “Bion.”

I turned away. “Mr. Chronos, can you join me in my office, please?” I nodded to Becky, our receptionist, who shrugged as if to say, “Sorry, I couldn’t stop him.”

I didn’t turn to see if he followed, I didn’t need to. I could feel every breath he took, every beat of his heart and every line of his hard body in my soul. I breathed deeply and his unique, knee-melting scent filled my head, making me dizzy with lust.

I really needed to get a grip.

I touched the door frame as I entered my office to steady myself, then moved toward my desk. I heard the door close and turned in panic.

It wasn’t safe for me to be closed into the office with him. I opened my mouth to tell him to open the door, but didn’t get the chance.

He was standing so close behind me, my breasts rubbed across his chest as I turned. I gasped.

He smiled.

His lips found mine.

My eyes popped wide and, to my extreme credit, I did try to push him away. For about three seconds. Then I succumbed to the drug that was Bion.

My knees buckled and his arms snugged around my waist, holding me upright, so tight against his body that I couldn’t move. Couldn’t form a straight thought.

I stopped breathing my own air and consumed his instead. It was a heady brew filled with sexual heat and untamed musk. I drank it down like fine wine. My head spinning with the kick from it.

He pulled his lips from mine and I gave a little cry, throwing my arms around his neck to hold him close.

He chuckled softly and took my bottom lip between strong, white teeth, nibbling until I thought I’d come on the spot, just from the sheer, unfocused pleasure.

His teeth left my mouth and nibbled their way down to my jawline, where pleasure points I never knew I had exploded into life.

I lifted a leg and wrapped it shamelessly around his waist, pulsing against him like a bitch in heat.


Lucynda Storey is a critically acclaimed multi-published author who writes in several genres. Thjis is one author you'll want to follow if you enjoy hot sexy reads. You can learn more about Lucynda and her books on her website.

Lucynda Storey
Aspen Mountain Press

Traveling to Guatemala to bring her ill sister home, California Evans discovers the jungle and highlands hold more secrets and dangers than she suspected. When her sister mysteriously disappears, Cali unites with Rob Masters who has an agenda all his own. Time is running out as the two work to save her sister and a small child. And when it's all over, what will become of her heart?

More sounds. This time they were recognizable. Human. But friend or foe? How could she possibly know? She laid flat on her stomach, pushing back an irrational urge to laugh.

Willpower kept her quiet as questions occupied her mind. Who was the man who’d taken her from the clinic? How was he involved with Rob? Perhaps the Embassy was the best place for her to go once she got out of this pickle. She had little information and questions aplenty. With her limited Spanish, she badly needed a translator.

More voices. This time she heard English. If she could only be sure who was looking for her.

"Cali! Cali where are you?"

A heavy sigh left her. Thank god, it was the doctor. He’d escaped and come looking for her. Weakly she responded to his shouts. "I’m here."

She pushed herself to her knees just as a pair of hiking boots arrived in her field of vision. She allowed her gaze to travel upward as the owner of the boots knelt. Dr. Rob Masters, a man she was thrilled to see.

One arm went around her as he helped her to her feet. "My god, are you alright?"

Heat rushed through her at his contact. In rapid little gulps she managed, "I think so."

Blood dripped from her forehead, down her cheek, and fell onto her suit. He didn’t let go of her, his muscular arm tight around her as they walked. She felt safe, even though she knew she wasn’t. "Who was that awful man?"

He stiffened. "Diego Montoya."

"What did he want from you?"

"Your sister."

"George? For heaven’s sake, why?"

"I wish I knew, Cali...I think George is in big trouble."

A clump of grass caught the heel of her shoe and Cali pitched forward. Rob kept her from falling to the ground. He swept her up and cradled her against his chest. A painful groan followed.

She gasped. "There’s no need to carry me."

Gingerly, he set her back on her feet. His next words came out in a low growl. "You’re bleeding."

"I must look awful."

"Considering he took you unconscious from the clinic, I’d say you look fine." He paused. "Did he strike you?"

"Not after he took me from the office." She tentatively touched her forehead. "I did this on my own."

"It must have been difficult for you to get away."

Cali pushed back a large leaf that impeded their progress. "You’d be amazed at what a wedgie and a well placed knee can accomplish."


Lizzie T. Leaf is a multi award winning author who also writes in a variety of genres. Be sure to check out her website to learn more about this amazing author and her unique sense of humor.

Lizzie T. Leaf
Red Rose Publishing

Has Randall McAllister gone to the dogs?. Once again, his witchy teenage sisters screwed up a spell at his expense, leaving him a black Scottie. Doing what comes naturally to dogs, he collides with the car of the town veterinarian. Living with the compassionate Amanda Livingston, he discovers the love of his dreams. Can the dog spell be broken, or will he spend his life as a lap dog to the woman he knows is his soul mate?

Rand opened his eyes and groaned. His attempt to move sent pain ripping through his body and someone was using his head as a drum. Not even the dim lights and the soothing croon of Barry Manilow in the background made him feel any better, but at least someone had good taste in music.

Damn, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.

The closing of a drawer drew his attention toward an open door into what appeared to be the bathroom. A woman came into view and stopped. The light behind her made the t-shirt she wore transparent and did nothing to hide the curves beneath it.

“You’re awake.” She advanced toward him, and from the light of the bedside lamp he could see the deep rich honey color of the long braid hanging over her shoulder. “Do you need to go outside, or are you not up to that yet?”

Why the hell did she talk to him like a child? Oh yeah. That’s right. You’re a dog.

Memories of the earlier part of his evening came rushing back. Chasing the yellow tom had been exhausting, but the vehicle slamming into him had been worse. Yeah, guess he had been hit by a truck, or at the very least an SUV.

His sisters were dead when he got his hands on them.

Along with the events from earlier, a fuzzy recollection of talking to a grey and white cat while he was stretched out on a stainless steel table, tickled around the edges of his memory. What was it the creature had said? Right. This must be the vet the cat raved about. The feline beast seems to think this woman is a goddess. I can vouch for the fact she sure looks like one.


REMEMBER - Post as many times as you like. One winner will be selected from these posts to receive our ultra chic totebag filled with goodies!! The name will be posted on this blog tomorrow Thanks for playing.

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Monday, August 03, 2009


And here are the beautiful Angels I cherish! Maija from Fallen Angels Reviews awarded them to CZECH MATE. Aren't they gorgeous?

Below is a snippet, but you can read the complete review HERE.

Sloane Taylor

Publisher: Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
ISBN #: 978-1-60272-522-5
Genre: Contemporary Erotica
Length: 111 pages

I laughed all the way through Czech Mate - Lacey’s sense of humour is pithy and hilarious. The sex scenes are scorching hot and there’s a real joy to the whole story, as if Sloane Taylor had a riot of a time writing it. I loved Lacey’s direct, ballsy attitude and the way she embraced her sexuality. There’s another side to the story, too – the scene where they share the truth about their pasts is very well done and believable. If you’re looking for a fun, raunchy read with a heart to it, Czech Mate is for you.

Reviewed by: Maija
Rating: 5 Fallen Angels


Maija, with all my heart, THANK YOU. I'm ecstatic you enjoyed my work.

I'll be back later this week. Until then...

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Thursday, July 30, 2009


Aren't they the classiest four ladies you've ever seen? Deb from Dark Divas Reviews just awarded them to my book FRENCH TICKLER and I'm jumping for joy.

Below is a snippet, but you can read the complete review HERE.

Deb wrote: What do two star crossed lovers have when family and a crazed woman become involved? A huge problem.

The characters, Cisco and Samantha, complement each other. From her Jade green eyes to his delicious body, you feel the heat immediately.

I enjoyed this book as I did the first four in the Naughty Ladies of Nice series. Sloane captures your attention right from page one. Oh, I so love the way the French do things!

I have to say, I thought this was a book about a couple coming together for a first time chance meeting in Nice, but I was truly happy the story had a touch of suspense to it. Sloane kept me on the edge of my seat waiting to see what was going to happen next. All I know is I won't be drinking sherry... ever.

My Recommendation: Get this series, sit back and bask in the sensual heat Sloane Taylor creates.

Rated 4 Delightful Divas by Deb!


THANK YOU, DEB! You have made my day.

Have a wonderful weekend. I'll be back on Monday. Until then...

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Monday, July 27, 2009


As an avid reader, I appreciate all genres and like to keep up with the latest release in each. One of my favorite authors is Robert Appleton because I absolutely love the diversity of his work. Rob writes in a variety of genres, mainly science fiction and historical. His latest book, SUNSET ON RAMREE is a rare insight to a little known event that took place in the Bay of Bengal during WWII.

Among Rob's recent sci-fi publications are Charlie Runs Rings Around the Earth, The Basingstoke Chronicles, and the thrilling Eleven-Hour Fall survival trilogy. He also writes the imaginative Esther May Morrow’s paranormal series as Arthur Everest. A keen footballer and kayaker, he lives in the hills of Lancashire, England.

His publishers include Eternal Press, Uncial Press, Lyrical Press, Club Lighthouse Publishing, and Damnation Books.

Be sure to check out Rob's WEBSITE to learn more about this talented author and his other excellent books and at his Mercurial Times BLOG.

Robert Appleton
Eternal Press

Historical, War, Suspense
E-book & Paperback
Word Count 15,000
Released July 7, 2009

It is the deadliest crocodile attack ever recorded. On February 19th, 1945, one thousand Japanese soldiers retreated into the fetid mangrove swamps of Ramree Island hoping to escape their British enemy. However they soon discovered that the sixteen kilometre stretch of marshland that promised to offer safe cover, had delivered them straight into the jaws of hell.

Inspired by true events during WWII, Sunset on Ramree follows young musician-turned-soldier Shigeatsu Nakadai and his best friend, Kodi, as they head ever deeper into danger.

I try to conjure a memory of before the war—something, anything to distract me—but draw a blank every time. I purse my lips to whistle a familiar tune, but nothing comes out. I shut my eyes tight and roll them inward until they ache and release a heavy pulse. The screams and shots and calls for surrender are still there. Kodi and Sobiku are still there. I imagine the reed of a clarinet between my lips and the long, sustained breath given to making sweetly aching music. But nothing comes out. No tune, no melody, no woodwind to soothe the mangroves. Just the damp, cold harmonics of the night. I’m lost without music, and there is no music on Ramree.

Sloane's Review
Sunset on Ramree is a book you not only read, but live. Each word draws you in deeper to experience the fear and terror along with the lead characters, Shigeatsu and Kodi. This is one book I will not forget for a very long time and highly recommend you read. The e-book is available at ETERNAL PRESS. You can order the paperback at AMAZON.

For more info on the history behind SUNSET ON RAMREE, visit HERE.

There's also a youtube LINK to watch a gripping video.

I'll be back later this week. Until then...

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Friday, July 24, 2009


Sometimes you come across a book that is so unique you'll refuse to do anything but read it. Such was my case with DOGSPELL by the incomparable Lizzie T. Leaf.

This author is talented, multi-published and has many credits to her name, including the 2008 LRC Best Vampire Finalist and 2007 Dual Beacon Winner. You can learn more about Lizzie and her other great books on her website.

Lizzie T. Leaf
Red Rose Publishing

Mainstream Romance: Paranormal, Comedy
ISBN: 978-1-60435-389-1
E-book $3.99
Cover Artist: Emmy
Editor: Vi Bowen
Word Count: 30,870
Release Date: July 23, 2009

Has Randall McAllister gone to the dogs?

Once again, his witchy teenage sisters screwed up a spell at his expense, leaving him a black Scottie. Doing what comes naturally to dogs, he collides with the car of the town veterinarian. Living with the compassionate Amanda Livingston, he discovers the love of his dreams.

Will he spend his life as a lap dog to the woman he knows is his soul mate, or will he be able to break the dog spell?

“What’s wrong?” Damn, his voice sounded more like a growl. He looked down. Holy shit. Black, curly fur covered a small paw where his long fingers should have been. His heart raced. His body quivered in fear. What the hell was going on here?

“Mirror. Get me a mirror. Quick!” He looked up at the freckled faces hovering above him. “Get me a damn mirror! Have you gone deaf?”

Getting no answer to his question, he turned to search for the needed object himself, but fell flat on his stomach with a thud.

“Oh dear. What have you done?” Riz demanded of her sibling.

“Me?” Mel glared at her twin. “You’re the one who wanted to get the book down. I know better than to listen to you. We always get in trouble with your brilliant ideas.”

“My ideas? You’re the one who wanted to get the book down to begin with.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

Damn it all, couldn’t they see he had some kind of problem here? There was no time for another of their stupid arguments.
A growl and sharp bark startled Rand with its menace.

Both sisters jumped and their verbal battle came to a halt.

“Oh dear, I don’t think he knows.” Riz chewed on her bottom lip.

“What? What don’t I know?”

“You tell him.” Mel pushed her twin forward.

“No. You.” Riz stepped back.

“One of you damn well better tell me something, and fast, or I’m going to gnaw your ankle off.” Rand’s brow furrowed at the thought. Now where did that come from?

Simma, the missing link, walked up and shot a haughty look of disgust in Rand’s direction. “Probably from the fact that you’re a dog, and you’re thinking like one.”

“I’m a what?”

“I don’t believe I stuttered, my friend. You’re a dog. A black Scottie dog, to be precise."
Simma’s ears flicked. "Sort of cute, if one likes dogs.” The large black cat sat down and lifted a paw for inspection before he licked the fur and proceeded to wash his face. “It appears your sisters have once again blundered in their magical efforts.” The cat followed his comment with a loud yawn. “Oh well, not my problem.”

He ambled out of the room, but Rand resisted the urge to chase after him. The cat would have to wait. The trouble-making witches in front of him were the priority of the moment. If he could get this walking issue coordinated, he’d show them a thing or two.

At this level, ankle biting presented a more probable alternative to sending them to their rooms. Besides, the bubbleheads didn’t seem to understand his thoughts or his barks.

Come to think of it, the only communication he’d made since going to the dogs was with the damned cat. Now that was scary.

The twins held a whispered argument by the sliding glass door to the patio while he struggled to synchronize the movement of four legs. After several attempts, he finally succeeded in achieving the desired standing position, with all four legs working together instead of against each other. Baring his teeth, he advanced toward them in a stalking crouch. A growl rumbled low in his throat.

“Oh, crap. I need to pee.” The urge hit suddenly, and he rushed toward the door.

“Open the door. He’s going to bite us.”

Rand wasn’t clear about which girl screamed the command or who opened the door, and he didn’t care as he rushed out into the evening dusk to find the nearest bush.

I can’t believe I’m peeing on a tree trunk with my hind leg in the air before any and everyone. Oh well, he’d better get used to it until he could figure out a way to communicate with the two brain trusts and get them to undo the damage they’d done.

What was that? Something moved by the fence. Damn, it’s the Henderson’s cat. I hate that big yellow tom. Can’t understand why Simma hangs out with him. Well, I’ll just show him who’s boss.

No, wait. I will not lower myself to act like… a dog. Oh, but it’s a cat, and a cat that I hate.

Rand bounded across the yard in pursuit of what was now his natural enemy. He heard his name screamed and the sound of running footsteps as the twins chased after him, but he didn’t slow his stride. He wasn’t sure at what point he could no longer hear their voices. The only certainty was that he wanted to do major damage to the beast that zigzagged in front of him.

Man, I’m tired. Doesn’t that jerk ever slow down? His sides ached from running, and he panted so loud, the whole neighborhood probably heard him. But he refused to give up on the chase. Wait. He’s cutting across the street, and there’s a concrete barrier there. If I cut over here, maybe I can catch him when he doubles back.

The sound of screeching tires alerted Rand that something wasn’t right. Along with the sound came the sensation of flying through the air, then everything went black.

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Sloane's Review
DOGSPELL grabbed me from the first paragraph and never let go. Between the delightful humor, strong emotions and one-of-a-kind characters, there's also a well thought out plot that makes it hard to not read this enjoyable book. I highly recommend you zip over to Red Rose Publishing and pick up a copy.

DOGSPELL will be available soon in Kindle format at Amazon.

I'll be back next week. Until then...

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Tuesday, July 21, 2009


Do you like bookmarks and postcards? How about a handy booklet for travel? If so, please send your snail mail address to me,, with FREE TO ME in the subject line. I'll be happy to send you a packet no matter where in the world you are.

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON 2009 EPPIE Finalist - Erotica

Friday, July 17, 2009


FINNISH FANTASIES, a brand new book and first in the Melt the Ice series has been contracted by Amber Quill Press, Amber Heat. The book is scheduled for release September 13! Here's the gorgeous cover Trace Edward Zabar designed.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend. I'll be back on Monday. Until then...

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Monday, June 01, 2009

Hi Everyone,

I'm really excited to share the first review for CZECH MATE. Red Roses for Authors gave it 4.5 Red Roses!


by Sloane Taylor

E-book 85 pages

Publisher Amber Quill


The author brings her sharp wit to this book, giving the reader a sexy and entertaining story that ends just as it should. As usual Taylor has written a very sensual and enjoyable book. 4.5 red roses, Linda Sole

You can read the complete review HERE.
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON 2009 EPPIE Finalist - Erotica

Wednesday, May 27, 2009


Hi Everyone,

Today I'll be at Novel Sisterhood,, from 11 - Noon EST, chatting my heart out about my new release CZECH MATE. Stop in to read new excerpts and a chance to win a free download.

Hope to see you there!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON 2009 EPPIE Finalist - Erotica

Sunday, May 24, 2009




Life isn't easy for aspiring interior designer Lacey Blake when she finds herself stranded in Prague dressed like a dolled up hooker for her fetish minded, soon to be ex, boyfriend. The cash-strapped American traveler, boasting a feather boa and stilettos that would make a dominatrix cry, is saved by an intriguing offer proposed by a staid giant in a sleek Armani suit. It doesn’t take long to convince herself there’s nothing like a sex-fest to get the most out of a free vacation.
Dragan Petrovic is determined his 5-star hotel will retain its unblemished reputation and no prostitute will kickoff her career in his lobby. But one look into her eyes and he knows there is more to her than a micro mini and a push up bra. The urge to protect her drives him to madness when he suggests an unusual scheme that stirs up deep desires and alters their lives forever.

Lacey is hot and ready for action when she accepts Dragon’s offer, and to relieve the sexual tension between them, takes the matter in hand…


...Lacey lifted out a teetering stack of silky looking items. Lingerie? A light blue bra encased with what must be rhinestones slid to the floor, quickly followed by the matching lacey bikini panties.
“What are these?” Dragan knelt next to her, blood pounding through his veins as he captured the delicate cloth in his hands.

“My undies.” She continued to rummage, spilling more silken items onto the carpet.

He lifted an eyebrow. “Uncomfortable?”

“Surprisingly, no.” She giggled, her creamy skin taking on a rosy glow as she dipped her head lower to the suitcase. “Damn it, where is it?”

A vision of her dressed only in the intimate garments and those sexy high heels strapped to her ankles flooded his mind, sending jolts of electricity south.

His stiff cock, which seemed to be its normal posture in her presence, swelled larger as she walked toward him, its throbbing head anxious to be deep inside her, wrapped in her wet heat. The tips of her hard nipples shoved against the silky fabric of her bra, their outline a beacon to his aching member. His fingers itched to caress the soft mounds, rising over the miniscule rhinestone-studded cups, and tongue her hard nipples. He could almost feel the erotic sensation when he released them, mounted her and slid his cock between their firm flesh.

She stepped closer, drawing his attention lower to her shapely hips. Mesmerized, he watched them sway, the movement seductive, sensual, compelling him to taste her.

The clear gems sprinkled across her sheer panties twinkled in the dim light. He licked his dry lips. The burning desire to kiss the lacey vee at the apex of her thighs, suckle her clit through the thin material and graze a finger along her folds brought sweat to his brow.

She slid the bra straps down her shoulders. His heart thudded, banging against his ribcage. He stood…

“Earth to Vic. Come in, Vic.” A hand shook his shoulder, returning him to the present. “Um, you might want to let go, big time.”

He glanced down at his hands, wadding her undergarments into a knot. Kersati. Fuck, what the hell could he say to her and not appear to be an old lecher? “I apologize. My mind must have taken a short vacation.”

She laughed. “Yeah, right. Don’t even think I’ll buy that one, big guy.”

Dragan pursed his lips, not sure how to determine the best way to measure Lacey’s shapely body without appearing to molest her, especially after making a fool of himself over her delicate underwear. He did not trust himself to hold back, and not wrap her in his arms and kiss her until she begged him to make love to her.

Kersati, how the hell could he have become so affected by this young woman in a matter of an hour? He looked at her, his hands fisted tight at his sides.

“Do you have a tape measure?”

He shook his head, not trusting the right words to travel past his lips.

A grin spread across her face and carried to her bright hazel eyes, eyes that seemed to see deep into his soul.

“Then how do you plan to do this? String? Belt?” Her voice echoed the humor radiating from her face. “Silk scarves?”

He looked at his raised hands, the fingers spread wide as if he were testing melons in the market. Disgusted by his absurd action, he jammed them into his trouser pockets.

“It’s not going to happen if you don’t make it happen.” She reached for his wrists. When he dug them deeper into his pockets, she laughed. Kersati, his balls were drawn so tight they hurt...


Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON 2009 EPPIE Finalist - Erotica

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


Today's selection is from PHOTO OP! released by Aspen Mountain Press.

Our heroine, Emily, is on an exploring mission.

“These are the voyeur rooms.” Emily jumped at the sound of a deep voice in the quiet hallway.

Dammit. She’d been caught snooping and had no plausible excuse to save her nosey ass.

Her hunky dessert server nodded to the long line of wooden doors on either side of the deep red plush carpet. “Perhaps you would like a glimpse inside one?”

Offense is the best defense.

She drew herself up to her full five foot eight. “Is the waitstaff allowed up on the second floor?” Sexy as he was, a girl still had to be careful.

“Only by special request of a member.” His lips twitched at the corners. “Do you have any specialties you would like to request, Emily?”

“No, and if I did it wouldn’t be any of your business.” The broad corridor seemed to have shrunk to a tunnel as the temperature soared.

“Perhaps a cool beverage would soothe your flushed face.” He reached for her elbow, his fingers warm and strong. She surprised herself by not backing away. “Shall we?”

“Since it appears we’re going to become new best friends, what’s your name?” Her voice squeaked out the words.

“Nicholas Caine.” He ran his eyes slowly down her body, then back up. “And I hope we will be more than friends.”

Juices filled her panties at the intriguing thought of more.

“You’re British, aren’t you?” Anything to create a diversion and calm her senses.

“Spot on, but I suspect after twenty years of photographing the world you have learned to place many accents.” His lips curved in dominant a manner and her breasts tightened. “And to answer your other question, yes I am allowed up here. I happen to be one of the owners.”

Voyeurism seems to be hotter than Em expected.

Nick cocked an eyebrow and refilled her glass.

Emily sank onto the gold lacquered medallion armchair, her bottom slipped against the mauve silk fabric.

“Everything all right?”

“Yes, fine. A little warm in here, isn’t it?” She fanned her flushed face before swallowing another cold sip.

He stepped away and did something at the brocade covered wall. A moment later cool air swirled around her. He turned to her and smiled, then gestured toward the glass.

An overly made-up middle-aged blonde sat on the side of a canopy bed, wearing the hottest red come-fuck-me-heels Emily had ever seen. One skinny leg crossed over the other, masking her color coordinated panties.

Emily sat straighter in her chair, curious to see what would happen next. Purely for research, she tried to convince herself, ignoring the tingle low in her abdomen.

The woman leaned back on her outstretched palms and tossed her shoulder length hair, her long breasts bobbing with the movement.

A much younger man silently entered through a side panel. Tall, muscular, and absolutely lickable. His muscles rippled as he walked buck-naked toward the bed, his substantial purple cock pointed north.

“This seems to be more to your liking.” Nick laid his hands on her bare shoulders. A shiver ran through her as he spread his firm fingers across her décolleté. She could only nod as his heat traveled lower to her tight breasts.

Nick pressed his thumbs into Emily’s back, massaging the stress kinks out of her tense muscles, creating a greater need between her thighs. She sighed as his caressing fingers glided up her throat, her secret zone no man had as yet discovered.

A new world opens up for Emily.

“What’s in this room?” Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or pleasure at the possibilities that motivated her, but she had her fingers crossed they would complete what he’d started a short time back.

“An experience that definitely requires leading up to.” He laid his warm hand over hers as she tried to turn the brass handle. “Emily, what happens in here is not for everyone’s taste. Remember where you are.” He studied her hard. A small frown turned down his lips. “Do you understand me?”

A moment of reservation crossed her mind before she nodded. “Let’s go for it.”

“As you wish.” He pushed open the oak door with a large ornate dragon carved on the front panel.

She wrinkled her nose as incense assailed her the moment she crossed the threshold, not necessarily unpleasant, just pungent. An array of votive and pillar candles lit the red and white room enough for her to make her way to a throne style chair.

“You are in my seat.” His voice took on a more authoritative tone.

“I beg your pardon?” He couldn’t be serious.

From his stance to his face, Nick’s entire demeanor changed to a man in control. Exciting, which surprised her. “You will move to the side.”

She jumped off the uncomfortable chair and followed his bidding, convinced it was the booze that made her do it.

“Pour me a drink.” It seemed please and thank you had obliterated themselves from his vocabulary.

She bristled at his directive, amazed to find that she had already walked to the bottles of Saki neatly arranged on a silver tray in the far corner.

When she carried the drink back to his highness, she noticed he had shrugged into a red silk robe embroidered with gold thread over his clothes and had perched himself on the gilded chair like a king awaiting his handmaiden. Yet, somehow his change in attitude excited her.

She glanced around, not wanting to meet his eyes for fear he guessed her little secret, then she spotted the elaborate beaded headdresses, decorating two walls.

“Do not even think of it.” He never bothered to look at her, but somehow had sensed her appreciation and desire to wear one of the gem studded crowns.

She tossed her head with a haughty air. “I have no idea what you mean.”

He ignored her lie and pointed toward another tray. “I’ll have a small plate of sushi.”

Emily realized she’d had plenty to drink, way over her normal limit, but she wasn’t drunk enough yet to tolerate much more of Nick’s little attitude, no matter how sexy he was.

The silver tongs slipped from her fingers, clattering to the china plate.

“Careful, Emily, I would hate to see you get hurt.”

She glanced over her shoulder to see his concerned face watching her. From barn boss to tender in a heartbeat confused her.

“Okay, Nicky, what the hell is going on here?” She laid his fishplate onto a strange little end table at his right.

“You asked to see what was in this room.” He slid an eel roll into his mouth and chewed. She watched his Adam’s apple bob, her nipples hardening as he swallowed. “I decided to give you the full experience, first hand.”

“I hope there’s more to it than slavery.”

“Much more, my little novice, a pleasure and teaching too few in this world enjoy.” His lips curved into a sensual smile. “The greatest lesson in life that one can learn... is to forgive,” Nick said as he pressed the remote that opened the red silken drapes.

A dainty Asian woman swayed from the ceiling, like a small bird falling to its death, bound in a complex design of involved rope twists. Emily winced as the woman raised her head, knowing the thin rope, running from her neck to her vagina, had to have pulled like hell against her tender flesh.

“It looks painful.” She tilted her head to the side, curious to see the expression on the captive woman’s face.

“Not really. There might be a bit of chafing when it’s over, maybe some light stinging, but great care is taken to assure no injuries occur. It’s all very sophisticated. We use candles along with oils and incense to enhance the experience.” He gestured an arm around their room. “Very much like you see here which helps to set the voyeur’s mood.”

“So what’s this non-painful, lesson learning, stylish form of torment called?” She avoided his eyes, a bit afraid of what might come next.

“Kinbaku, which translates to beautiful bondage."


Review from WitchGiggles at Alternative-Read;

This is a bit different than the norm and quite frankly I adored it. I wasn't too sure of how it ended until I realized it left the perfect opportunity for another wow part (hint, hint). The woman was just the way I like to read them; strong, intelligent, yet at the same time vulnerable, while the male was assertive, smart, and able to be tender at the same time. It was a mix made in heaven (and the mind of a talented writer) which is easily one to read over and over.

You can read the complete review HERE.
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Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON 2009 EPPIE Finalist - Erotica

Friday, May 01, 2009


Robert Appleton, British science fiction writer, is the owner of Mercurial Times, and has done an unrequested review of FRENCH KISS. Stepping out of his usual reading realm, below is a snippet of what Robert had to say.

Contemporary Erotic Romance
eBook 15,000 words
Eternal Press

Witty and crackling with sass, French Kiss, the fourth novelette in Sloane Taylor's Naughty Ladies of Nice series, is a standalone sexy short that promises and delivers a good time.

American sass meets provincial French in this lively romance, by turns sweet and sea-salty. I had a great time with this book. I don't normally read erotic romances, but Ms. Taylor's vibrant style isn't exclusive to the sex scenes, as it tends to be for some authors in this genre. Here she imbues the characters, scene setting and dialogue with quirky life all their own. Plus, the lovemaking is seriously hot.

My advice? Kick back and let the fizzy swells of French Kiss wash over you. This is one addictive series. Next up for me, FRENCH TWIST...

You can read the complete review here. Mercurial Times is a site that presents Robert's news and views. 2009 is his second year in the rollercoaster world of e-publishing. Be sure to visit his author HOMEPAGE. The man is a genius.

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Monday, April 27, 2009

Hi Everone,

Well I did it. Today was my first blog at AQP Please check it out and leave a comment. I'm begging for you support.


Sloane TaylorSweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON 2009 EPPIE Finalist - Erotica
CZECH MATE Coming Soon from Amber Quill Press

Thursday, April 23, 2009


Love Romances and More Reviews gave FRANCINE ON FIRE 4 HEARTS! Below is a snippet followed by the link for the complete review.

Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press
ISBN: 978-1-60168-060-0

Contemporary Romance Erotic

E Book

Reviewed by Dawn

I love the way this author teases the reader with flashes of wit, lust and comedy as I read FRANCINE ON FIRE. It is a story that had me chuckling one minute and the next wondering if I should call honey home for some serious tension release. This was definitely one of those stories that I am dying to read again, preferably in bed with my significant other.

The heat simmers between them but misunderstandings and tempers flair when things get mixed up between Francine and Heicke. Ms. Taylor delves into Germany again and reintroduces two delightful characters from Lonnie Heats Up and Teddi Turns On. With the right amount of wit, charm and comedy, she introduces you to the real Francine and Heicke, warts and all. This is an author that you know loves her spunky American women and those hot European men they fall for. I definitely couldn’t put it down as I laughed, smiled and lusted over Francine and Heicke’s adventures and I was rooting for these two to get over their troubles to find what they had was so very rare and lovely.

FRANCINE ON FIRE is a delightful story that will leave you gasping for more as the last page is read. I know I am anxiously awaiting word on another installment of those Magnificent Men of Munich and maybe I can find one of my own…even if he is in Ms. Taylor’s wonderful books. If you enjoy a fast paced story with tight writing that weaves a spell around you and filled with characters that seem to steal your heart, then grab Ms. Taylor’s Magnificent Men of Munich Series and FRANCINE ON FIRE. I know I am going to read this one again and hope you do too!

You can read the complete review here

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Tuesday, April 21, 2009


The Naughty Ladies of Nice
Book Five


Eternal Press


Lingerie designer Samantha Bradley is on the brink of major success. While having the time of her life in Nice she meets sexy Cisco Bernier, a man who turns her heart inside out and makes her body sizzle.

Despite being France’s key criminal prosecutor, Cisco’s success in relationships has been less than zero. When he meets Sam, his staid world goes up in flames.

Their happiness is short lived as their pasts collide. His underhanded mother and her mob-connected father resurface to threaten their future.


“Do you not think her nipples are larger?” Cisco pointed to the charcoal nude on the young woman’s sketch pad. He looked across the coastline toward the subject in question as the middle-aged woman stooped and spread a towel across the pebbles.

“Perhaps, but it’s really hard to tell at this angle.” The artist swiped a thumb along a black line, softening the bold stroke, and laughed. “Besides, she won’t sit still long enough to get it right.”

She tossed her long black hair across her bare shoulders, and a light scent of honey drifted up to him, clouding his mind.

Cisco yanked his tie from around his neck, grateful for the light breeze off the Mediterranean that cooled his hot skin.

“Maybe if you…” He slipped the thin stick from her long fingers, then squiggled a larger, more intricate circle on the wheat colored paper. “Something like that.”

“Are you an artist?” She glanced up. Her large green eyes reminded him of polished emerald, sharp and clear, and just as exciting. At that moment he would be anything the beautiful American wanted him to be.

4 1/2 HEARTS from The Romance Studio.
Reviewer: Brenda Talley
Posted March 9, 2009

Ms. Sloane Taylor used her fabulous way with words to explain these two alpha characters. Sam was from the US; Cisco was from Nice. The unknown factors in each live could have gotten them killed. The happily every after was a long way from easy to obtain.

The two main characters were so focused on each other they failed to notice the problems which arose in the other’s life. This story had all the important elements even though it was a fast-paced novella. The sensuality was sizzling! The suspense was intense. The outcome was surprising. This book had drama and was hard to put down. I was glued to the pages because I wanted to know the outcome. It was definitely not an obvious storyline.

I recommend this book to anyone who likes their sex scorching and their conflict resolved. This was a great book to read when the time is short but you need a quick romance fix.

You can read the entire review HERE


Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Monday, April 20, 2009


April 21 from 11:00am - 1:00pm EST



It's sure to be lively with contests, excerpts, and receipes to make your life easier. And of course, my famous freebie packets!

Hope to see you there!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Tuesday, April 14, 2009


The Naughty Ladies of Nice
Book Four


Eternal Press

Straight-laced children's author, Rachel Conklin, awakens on a deserted island wrapped in the arms of a sexy pirate. Convinced she's in a dream conjured from the pages of her breakout novel, Rachel casts her inhibitions to the wind and seduces the handsome sailor. Rides the waves of passion

Pediatrician Henri Bernier wasn't quite sure what to do with the sexy mermaid he'd pulled from the sea. Then she started kissing him and sent his libido soaring. Now the good doctor is ready for anything.

Warm tingles started in her belly, pooling low in her abdomen, a sensation she’d long missed. His lips were strong, supple, working her own apart. She glided her tongue along the seam of his mouth, loving the salty taste and the rasp of his beard on her bruised face. Moisture filled her panties, making her alive and wanting more. She laced an arm around the broad shoulders leaning over her, curling her fingers in his long, silky hair.

Her nipples puckered more with each stroke as he glided his hand along her spine, continuing lower over the curve of her ass to her thigh. Wet sand greeted her when he smoothly rolled them over. Her legs parted, welcoming her secret pirate. Nope, make that swashbuckler. More romantic.

Shivers raced through her and he held her closer. His body heat, a beautiful thing, shrouded them. Her breasts grew heavier, straining against her shirt, with his solid erection pressing into her. She wiggled closer, needing to feel him inside her.

Indistinguishable sounds filled her ears, forgotten lyrics from an old, sweet love song. She wanted to remember, but not enough to give up her fantasy man and the erotic glow of mystery sex.


Rachel wiped the steam from the cheval mirror and caught Henri’s image. He stood in the bathroom doorway, frozen, staring at her reflection. She smiled at his shocked expression, enjoying the fact she had him at a disadvantage. The bath towel dropped from her fingers, exposing her breasts. With her good hand she pulled the wet hair off her back then draped it over a shoulder, exposing her neck.

He walked forward like a man in a trance, stopping close enough behind her to hear his raspy breaths. His finger glided down her spine, lingering on the elastic band of her red bikini panties.

“You are beautiful.” His words came out hoarse as he seemed to struggle for oxygen.

Merci, Henri.” Her smile widened, her nipples pebbling at his gentle touch. She reached back for his free hand, hanging limp at his side, then laid it across her bare ribcage. His smooth skin felt warm against her damp flesh.

“Your wrist should be in the sling.” He laid a soft kiss on her shoulder, wrapping a hand around her forearm.

Your cock should be inside me. A shiver ran up her spine at the delicious thought.

His fingers played across her abdomen, sending tingles of anticipation, as they climbed higher. He cupped her breast, massaging her aching skin until she thought she would come. The entire time he watched her reflection in the mirror as his thumb made slow, teasing circles around her areola.

A heavy pressure built in her abdomen, increasing with each stroke until her legs trembled. She gritted her teeth as a long shudder ran through her.

She pressed her ass into his solid erection for support and her panties filled with cream.

God, how she needed some part of him inside her.

Desire took control. With shaking fingers, she guided his other hand down from her waist, lower until she stopped at the elastic band on her wet panties.

A soft laugh sang in her ear as he slid along the fabric, across her mound and stopped. Breath caught in her throat, waiting for him to enter.

He moved his hand to her thigh, edging painfully slow to her aching nub. She wrapped her fingers around his forearm, encouraging him to travel below the saturated cloth. As if understood the unspoken request, his fingers glided between her wet hairs.

First, one thick finger entered her throbbing cavity, the sensation rocking her world. He laughed again and inserted another finger, massaging against her sweet spot.

She arched her back, her head resting on his shoulder, preparing for the joy of release.

“Come for me, mas petit.” His heavily accented words pushed her closer while his fingers worked magic in her womb.

Her trembling body tensed. She clutched his arm, squeezing her thighs tight around his hand, moving her hips against him. Shivers coursed through her. The surmounting pressure almost unbearable, until her world exploded into shards of crystal.

He spun her limp frame in his arms, his fingertips skimming across her tender nipples. She melted against him, his crisp hairs pressed into her breasts.


Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Tuesday, April 07, 2009


The Naughty Ladies of Nice
Book Three


Eternal Press


Interpol agent Claudette D’Laquois is on the run. Dull Uncle Paul and his rundown chateau in Nice, France are her only safe haven…but she never planned on the delectable estate manager who is even more dangerous than the Russian mob boss who wants her dead.

Three weeks of overseeing operations at his friend’s orchard seems like the ideal vacation to CPA Don Hobbs. And so it was—until a French sex goddess pulls him into a world of drugs, intrigue, and erotic fantasy.


“Baby, you’re up to your beautiful brown eyes in shit.” Don leaned against the office door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as if that could control his temper.

Claudette gave him one of her typical French sniffs. Chicks from Marseille had one hell of a disposition, he decided for about the twentieth time since he’d been forced to work with her.

Bonjour, Monsieur Hobbs. It is nice to see you, too, this beautiful morning.” Again with the sniff. He’d enjoy nothing more than spanking the firm ass of his unwanted assistant, but figured she’d rat him out to her Uncle Paul.

“Glad you’re able to relax with a ton of that reeking stuff parked in the front yard.” Don blinked and shoved his glasses up his nose, forcing his eyes away from her long legs stretched across the scarred desktop. Just once, he wished, she’d have a little decorum and wear slacks to work. “Do you have plans to do something with it?”

Mon ami, you make too much of small things.” Claudette crossed one knee over the other and didn’t bother to tug down her short red skirt. Don swallowed hard. She sniffed again and held her hand at arm’s length, inspecting her nails. That irritating, hoity-toity attitude of hers had to go. “Plus, you exaggerate. I simply checked one of the little boxes on the form and mailed it to the supplier. He obviously made the mistake, if what you say is truth.”

He slapped the side of the desk to get her undivided attention. Right then he’d do anything to erase the image of those well toned calves wrapped around his neck. Dammit, why were French women so sexy?

“No, doll, there’s literally a ton of cow dung right out there on the circular drive.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder, his other hand nudging her legs aside to grab a sheaf of papers. “I don’t know what the hell you ordered, but that’s what you got. So what’s your plan, baby? I happen to have a shovel in your size.”

Her chair skated back, just short of hitting the bookcase. Gritting her teeth, she tossed the little glass nail file she’d been using onto a stack of papers and stood.

“Do not treat me like a stupid woman—.” Cheeks flaming, she got right into his face. “Or your wife.”

“One, you’re not stupid. You only like to pretend you are.” He ticked the points off the fingers on his free hand. “Two, thank God I don’t have a wife. With my bad luck, she might have been just like you.”

She glared at him for one intense second before she jerked the order form from his hand.

“You, monsieur, need to be taught manners.”

“You, mademoiselle, need a good spanking.”

A coy smile tweaked the corners of her pouty, full lips. “That may be so, you uptight Américain, but this is not the time to discuss my sexual preferences.”


No one does short, sexy books better than Sloane Taylor! She combines sensual romance with mystery and intrigue and comes up smelling of roses. Sweet and sassy. Five red roses, Morna


Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell

Monday, April 06, 2009

MARFAN, Help is a Phone Call Away

If you suspect a friend or relative has Marfan, please contact a clinic for an assessment. It is possible to google for a facility in your community. Should you live in the Chicagoland Area, below is a list of excellent locations who will help you.

Children’s Memorial Hospital
2300 Children’s Plaza
Chicago, IL 60614-3394
Clinic Coordinator: Bethany Friedman
773-975-8507 Clinic hours: 2nd Friday of the month
Edward Hospital
801 S. Washington St.
Naperville, IL 60540
Clinic coordinator: Celia Thomas, R.N.
630-527-7180 Clinic hours: 4th Monday of the month
Loyola University Medical Center
2160 S. First Ave.
Maywood, IL 60153
Clinic coordinator: Sara Cherny
Call for appointment 708-327-9056
Northwestern University - Feinberg School of Medicine
201 E. Huron St.
Chicago, IL 60611-2968
Clinic coordinator: Amy Ochs, R.N.
Call for appointment 312-695-4965
University of Chicago Medical Center
5841 S. Maryland Avenue
Chicago, IL 60637
Clinic Coordinator: Lisa Dellefave, MS, CGC
773-702-4310 Clinic hours: 2nd Thursday of the month

Please don't delay. Have your suspicions checked before it's too late. You would be saving a life.

I'll be back tomorrow,

Sloane Taylor

Friday, April 03, 2009


Today we have a guest blogger, Bruce Klein, President Northern Illinois Marfan Chapter. I hope you all read what Bruce has to say. It is life saving.

This is the year of Abraham Lincoln’s 200th birthday, which brings on my question;

What do Marfan Patients and Abraham Lincoln Have in Common?

Abe Lincoln was thought to have Marfan syndrome. What is this dreaded disease?
Marfan syndrome is a connective tissue disorder discovered by Dr. Antoine Marfan in 1896 in France when he treated several children with this disorder.

This sometimes inherited condition effects approximately 1 in every 5000 people in the U.S. While only sometimes inherited, it’s been proven that 75% of the cases diagnosed are inherited and the other 25% of the cases are a new spontaneous mutation at birth.

Researchers today have learned that this condition is caused by a mutation of certain chromosomes that effect a protein called fibrillin. Fibrillin is the glue that holds our bodies or connective tissue together and is found throughout us from head to toe. Like in most syndromes and diseases there are varying degrees of Marfan syndrome from mild cases to severe and life threatening. Diagnosis of Marfan syndrome is often missed by doctors who do not have experience in treating patients with this disorder. We have 5 established clinics in the Chicagoland area which will be posted in this blog Monday, April 6.

Some symptoms of Marfan syndrome are:

Taller than Average Long Thin Face
Hyper-mobility of All Joints
A Disproportionment of Body, Arm & Leg Length
Long Fingers and Toes
Flat Feet
Eye, Lens Dislocation
Curvature of the Spine
Stretch Marks
Chest Deformity (Pectus Excavatum or Carinatum)
Spontaneous Pneumothorax
Heart Murmur & Aortic Artery Dilation (Aneurysms) which can be fatal

If you know someone with 3 or more of these symptoms please tell them about Marfan syndrome and help us save a life.

For more information go to the website for the National Marfan Foundation, You can also email or call us at our chapter voice mail number listed above in our letterhead.

How do I know so much about Marfan syndrome? I have it and I am.

Bruce C. Klein, President
Northern Illinois Marfan Chapter
The Northern Illinois NMF Chapter
1328 Court “O”
Hanover Park, IL 60133
630-415-0044 or 1-800-8-MARFAN

Thank you all for your time. Please return on Monday when Bruce will have more on this life threatening disorder.

Sloane Taylor

Wednesday, March 11, 2009


It's time to celebrate with a new Pam Champagne novel!

ALASKAN HEAT released yesterday from Samhain Publishing . If you're not familiar with the sexy suspense of Pam Champagne you really need to checkout her website and books. This fine author is phenominal at weaving a story that will have you panting for more.

Pam lives in on 25 rural acres in northwestern Maine with her husband, two Siamese cats and a black Lab. By day she works in Bangor, Maine as a legal secretary.

Other than writing, Pam enjoys the outdoors, hunting, fishing and just being outdoors. Each year she promises to maintain her perennials and a huge vegetable garden, but somehow they always manage to get away from her.

God blessed her with two beautiful children and two granddaughters.

Pam writes, hot romantic suspense novels and is currently branching into short stories and novellas.





She’ll make him finish what he started—if they live through the night.

Framed and on the run, FBI agent Joe “Hawk” Hawkins has only one chance to clear his name: hit the road for Eagle, Alaska. Things can’t get much worse, until a woman from his past steps into his path. Sophie’s a brilliant statistician, pissed off about their disastrous one-night stand—and offering him a deal.

This is Sophie’s first field assignment, and the fact that it involves Hawk doesn’t make it any easier. She’s never forgotten or forgiven the night Hawk found his way to her bed and left her wanting more. Now she’s on a double mission to make Hawk finish what he started, and get them both to Eagle alive.

The long Alaska Highway stretches before them, and long nights of sexual fireworks that rival the Northern Lights. Caution turns to trust, and then to a love neither of them bargained for.

With two rogue agents in hot pursuit, though, the end of the road may be closer than they think…


By the time Sophie turned into the dirt parking lot of a country general store claiming to have everything a person needed, from wedding gowns to worms, the temperature had risen to a mild seventy-five, or so read the old thermometer hanging on the loose clapboards. She peeled off her sweater and tossed it behind the seat.

“This is it?”

She controlled the urge to snap at Hawk. What reason did he have to sound so cranky? “What do you mean?”

He waved his hand toward the store. “You call this a store? I believe you said the place had everything. I can’t believe this.”

The accusation in his tone pissed her off. “What did you expect? A super Wal-Mart? We’re approaching the Yukon Territories. There are no big cities.” Disgusted, she climbed out, slammed the door and strode toward the store, not caring if he followed or not.

Hawk made it to the door before her and held it open. Like the gentleman he wasn’t. Sophie breezed by without a glance and headed straight to the meat section. Having been in most of the stores on the highway, she wasn’t surprised at the lack of good quality food. Today the hamburger looked fresh, as did the steak. The chicken and the package labeled pork chops looked questionable. They’d be eating beef for awhile.

Next she grabbed a bag of wilted spinach and a bunch of yellowed broccoli, shaking her head at what passed as fresh vegetables. Two loaves of bread added to her pile, and she was ready to check out.

Where the hell was Hawk? The man had been a thorn in her side since he woke this morning. Sophie found him looking at deodorant. “It’s not as if you have a million choices. Pick one and let’s get on the road.”

Hawk frowned. “What’s wrong with you?”

Huh? He was the one who got up on the wrong side of the bed. Then again… “I’m short of patience this morning.”

“Tell me about it,” he muttered. “I ordered a couple of Italians at the deli. They should be ready.”

“Fine. Get them and let’s get back on the road.”

Hawk’s smile warmed his eyes along with her insides. “I’m right behind you. I’ve got to get one more thing.”

The young store clerk had almost finished ringing up her items when Hawk arrived with his deodorant, the sandwiches, a bag of chips and a bag of limp carrots with roots growing out of their entire length.

He handed the bag to the young kid. “For the bunny.”

Sophie’s skull near exploded. How dare he?

The clerk jumped right in. “You have rabbits? My family raises them…to eat. They taste like chicken, you know.”

Hawk laughed. “We’ve just got one. Cute little thing. I might have to start looking at her as a meal.”

Sophie dug her nails into his arm. “That’s what you think.”

“Ouch,” Hawk said and moved out of her reach.

The clerk chuckled, bagged their items and nodded at Hawk. “You’d better watch it. Sounds like the little bunny means a lot to your lady.”

“Yeah, we’re both attached to Furry. She’s so warm and cuddly. Why just last night—”

Sophie grabbed her bag. “I’ll be in the truck.”

She turned on heel and took a step. His voice stopped her cold. “Sophie? I don’t have any money.”

Breathing fire, Sophie stalked to the register haphazardly pulling money from her purse along the way. She slapped a handful of bills in Hawk’s hand. “Here.” The warm smile along with the twinkle in his eyes got her toes tingling, but she forced herself to turn back the way she’d come.

She never made it to the door. It wasn’t the man dressed in the red and black plaid shirt and green wool pants peering at a bulletin board that raised the alarm. Neither was it the rancid body odor emanating from his person. Nor was it Hawk’s picture on a wanted poster that freaked her out. The smelly Neanderthal sneaking covert looks between Hawk and his picture made her skin crawl.

How the hell had this happened? She refused to consider this was Stan’s doing. That left Reed and Blair. They must have printed an official-looking FBI wanted poster. She noticed the number to call was not an FBI hotline, or at least not one she was familiar with. Was Hawk’s image in every store between here and Alaska? A chill rattled down her spine. Had the poster been here when they’d come in. Surely, she’d have seen it. Were the two rogue agents lurking outside? Waiting for the opportunity to nab Hawk?

Even though Hawk’s face was smooth and clean shaven in the photograph, he was easily recognizable. Those damn whiskey colored eyes.

Before Sophie could react, an overweight woman wearing a sweatshirt sporting a colorful tied fishing fly with the slogan Check your Fly showed up behind the guy. “Move it, Everett. I wanna fish today, not tomorrow.”

Everett glanced in Sophie’s direction. She pretended interest in the magazines precariously perched on an old, teetering steel rack. He dragged the woman to his side, his wide grin revealing toothless gums. Then he whispered loud enough for anyone within ten feet to hear, “Look at this, Mel!” His finger jabbed the poster. “FBI’s offering a $20,000 reward for this dude.” His voice rose with excitement. “And guess what? He’s standing right over there.” With all the finesse of an orangutan, he lifted an arm and pointed it at Hawk still chatting with the young kid behind the counter.


ALASKAN HEAT is a must read. Hawk and Sophie are my type of tough/tender characters. They face danger head on and know how to make good use of their bedroom time.

Be sure to Visit Pam's website to read excerpts from her other popular novels.

I'll be back next week. Until then...

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell