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Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
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Showing posts with label Amber Heat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Amber Heat. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
TURKISH DELIGHT
Melissa Bradley, an exceptional author in any genre she writes, has a new dynamite book her many fans will love. Byzantine Provocateur is a contemporary heat level 3 story that has it all. From light BDSM and exhibitionism in public places to marvelous, yet brief, descriptions of Turkey, we travel through a modern day love story of money and power. It's a satisfaction guaranteed read and sure to capture many news devotees to the delightful talents of Ms. Bradley.
BYZANTINE PROVOCATEUR
Melissa Bradley
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-072-6
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
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An ancient city sparks forbidden desire…
Thalia Burton arrives in Istanbul to relax and enjoy the company of her old friend. Hoping to forget the boring rut her life had become, she never imagines one encounter with Fadi's brother re-igniting the dim flame of passion inside her. Captivated by the heat in his golden eyes, Thalia finds herself tempted beyond reason...
Murat Bahar had only intended to meet Thalia as a courtesy to his family. One look at the lovely American incinerates his intentions. She is an exquisite morsel he longs to taste, a taboo treat enthralling him like a siren of myth. Perhaps just one night…
Once is not enough. Thalia and Murat embark on a fiery, secret affair that could burn them both, costing them friends and family.
EXCERPT:
Murat slid a finger along her jaw, her neck, tracing a tingly path to her décolleté. He stared at the pendant nestled in the hollow of her throat, like he was trying to figure out exactly what to say.
She held her breath, the butterfly touch sending tiny thrills rushing along her nerves. This was crazy. If she were smart she’d turn around right now and find her way back up to the ballroom.
“Once was not enough, tatlim,” he said hoarsely.
“What?” Thalia wheezed, unable to get a deep breath.
His hands slid down, grasping her arms and drawing them around his neck, pulling her into the shelter of his body. The spice of him surrounded her, blending perfectly with the scents of garden and sea, a hypnotic perfume that drugged her senses.
“I think you understood,” he whispered, his palms gliding up to caress her back. His heat through the delicate silk radiated along her skin.
She glanced up, eyes widening at the intense emotions she found reflected in his glittery gaze.
"I have hungered for you these last days and nights.”
Desire rolled through her like a gathering thunderstorm.
Dear, Jesus, please, please don’t let me wake up.
She wanted to kiss him, to wrap herself around him like a vine and never let go, but… Her darned conscience nosed its way into her fun.
“You said all those things,” she managed in a surprisingly steady voice. “How can you just turn all that off? And what about Fadi, your parents?”
His arms tightened as he nuzzled his lips into her throat. He whispered to her in Turkish, as though he were too overcome to form the right words in English. The exotic syllables fell hotly against her sensitized skin and her breath caught at the tiny electric thrills.
He drew back, the moonlight rendering his golden eyes silver. The torment there matched her own.
“This is a quandary, I know, but you are a rare breath of sweet fresh air, Thalia. My world has become too narrow, too constricted. Always doing what others expect. I need to be with you, if only for a little while.”
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Keep up with Melissa Bradley on Myspace and follow her exciting blog Melissa's Imaginarium.
Have a great weekend. I'll be back Tuesday with a new teaser. Until then...
Happy Reading!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Melissa Bradley, an exceptional author in any genre she writes, has a new dynamite book her many fans will love. Byzantine Provocateur is a contemporary heat level 3 story that has it all. From light BDSM and exhibitionism in public places to marvelous, yet brief, descriptions of Turkey, we travel through a modern day love story of money and power. It's a satisfaction guaranteed read and sure to capture many news devotees to the delightful talents of Ms. Bradley.
BYZANTINE PROVOCATEUR
Melissa Bradley
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-072-6
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
BUY LINK
BLURB:
An ancient city sparks forbidden desire…
Thalia Burton arrives in Istanbul to relax and enjoy the company of her old friend. Hoping to forget the boring rut her life had become, she never imagines one encounter with Fadi's brother re-igniting the dim flame of passion inside her. Captivated by the heat in his golden eyes, Thalia finds herself tempted beyond reason...
Murat Bahar had only intended to meet Thalia as a courtesy to his family. One look at the lovely American incinerates his intentions. She is an exquisite morsel he longs to taste, a taboo treat enthralling him like a siren of myth. Perhaps just one night…
Once is not enough. Thalia and Murat embark on a fiery, secret affair that could burn them both, costing them friends and family.
EXCERPT:
Murat slid a finger along her jaw, her neck, tracing a tingly path to her décolleté. He stared at the pendant nestled in the hollow of her throat, like he was trying to figure out exactly what to say.
She held her breath, the butterfly touch sending tiny thrills rushing along her nerves. This was crazy. If she were smart she’d turn around right now and find her way back up to the ballroom.
“Once was not enough, tatlim,” he said hoarsely.
“What?” Thalia wheezed, unable to get a deep breath.
His hands slid down, grasping her arms and drawing them around his neck, pulling her into the shelter of his body. The spice of him surrounded her, blending perfectly with the scents of garden and sea, a hypnotic perfume that drugged her senses.
“I think you understood,” he whispered, his palms gliding up to caress her back. His heat through the delicate silk radiated along her skin.
She glanced up, eyes widening at the intense emotions she found reflected in his glittery gaze.
"I have hungered for you these last days and nights.”
Desire rolled through her like a gathering thunderstorm.
Dear, Jesus, please, please don’t let me wake up.
She wanted to kiss him, to wrap herself around him like a vine and never let go, but… Her darned conscience nosed its way into her fun.
“You said all those things,” she managed in a surprisingly steady voice. “How can you just turn all that off? And what about Fadi, your parents?”
His arms tightened as he nuzzled his lips into her throat. He whispered to her in Turkish, as though he were too overcome to form the right words in English. The exotic syllables fell hotly against her sensitized skin and her breath caught at the tiny electric thrills.
He drew back, the moonlight rendering his golden eyes silver. The torment there matched her own.
“This is a quandary, I know, but you are a rare breath of sweet fresh air, Thalia. My world has become too narrow, too constricted. Always doing what others expect. I need to be with you, if only for a little while.”
BUY LINK
Keep up with Melissa Bradley on Myspace and follow her exciting blog Melissa's Imaginarium.
Have a great weekend. I'll be back Tuesday with a new teaser. Until then...
Happy Reading!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
LOVE - SWEDISH STYLE
SULTRY IN SWEDEN
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-723-6
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
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Battered hockey player Colt Coltrane arrives in Sweden with one thing on his mind--victory. A bad spill later, however, and he's at the tender mercies of the sexiest masseuse he's ever seen. From that point, all his good intentions go straight to hell when he strips for the Swedish iceberg.
Disa Ellstrom has had it with sports figures who always expect more from her than a massage. She can't believe her friend Carl sent the American goalie to her. Unable to ignore the man's pain, however, Disa takes on Colt and soon finds her heart melting faster than a spring thaw.
Combine a hot-blooded American and a Swedish spitfire and they're sure to set Stockholm ablaze...
EXCERPT:
Disa ran her fingers along Colt’s deltoids, watching the strong muscles flex under her touch. His shyness had been endearing along with confusing. She wondered if his physical problem went farther than the normal aches and pains of a professional athlete. If so, she intended to help him overcome the situation. If not, then he was in for a satisfying surprise. She hoped.
A quick scramble across the sheet gave him more room, then she tugged on his shoulders so he would lay back against the pillow. He winced, but continued to draw his legs up onto the bed.
She combed her fingers through the crisp auburn hairs sprinkled across his broad chest, descending to his beautiful hard dick nestled in a curly, reddish tuft. She swallowed hard, fighting her desire to suck him until he came.
“You are a fine-looking man, Colt.” She rose onto her knees, then traced a fingernail around his tight balls, her inner muscles clenching with desire.
He laid a hand on her calf and slowly eased it up toward her thigh, caressing her. His fingers climbed higher. A shudder ran through her from his gentle massage over her rear end up to the small of her back, then down, slipping a finger between her cheeks. Pressure built when he circled her sphincter, dipping his fingertip into the tight circle, out again, then back in.
She nipped at his balls, laving the tight sacs, savoring their salty taste. Her hand pumped his cock, starting slow and increasing the speed. His hips jerked, rocking with her rhythm, thrusting along her palm.
Deftly, Colt maneuvered out from under Disa and knelt facing her. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her with a passion she had never known. She clung to him, loving his strength, savoring his taste. He pulled away, the skin pulled taut over his cheekbones.
“It’s time to make you happy, baby. How about rolling over?” He tugged on her hip until she faced the brass headboard. “A little more to the center, so we can watch in the dresser mirror.”
She scooted across the rumpled linen and glanced into the antique glass. Their eyes met in the reflection and breath caught in her throat.
“Spread your legs, Disa.” He gently nudged her shoulders to the mattress. “I promise to go easy.”
Kisses rained down her back as he mounted her. His thick cock played against her wet labia, the swollen head teasing into her. After a smooth thrust, he was inside, filling her. One firm palm kneaded her lower abdomen, while his long fingers curled through her pubic hair, covering her mons. He stretched a finger along her nether lips, separating the folds, and massaged her fiery clit.
Tingles shot through her, watching their wavy images across the room. His arm muscles bulged as he moved his hands to her hips, gripping them tight, guiding her to him.
He rocked into her, the strokes faster and faster, his balls slapping against her perineum. He clutched her hips, slamming into her, riding her hard. She reared back, keeping pace, clenching her muscles to hold him tight, straining to swallow him in deeper. She gritted her teeth, biting back the scream that tore through her. Her body pulsed with his touch, screaming for release from the magnificent torture that only he could provide. She clutched the sheets, wadding the warm material in her fists, and burrowed into them, inhaling his musky scent.
“Come for me, baby.” His voice rasped against her back. “God, I need you...”
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I'll be back tomorrow with gifted author Marie Treanor. Until then...
Happy Reading!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
SULTRY IN SWEDEN
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-723-6
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
BUY LINK
BLURB:
Battered hockey player Colt Coltrane arrives in Sweden with one thing on his mind--victory. A bad spill later, however, and he's at the tender mercies of the sexiest masseuse he's ever seen. From that point, all his good intentions go straight to hell when he strips for the Swedish iceberg.
Disa Ellstrom has had it with sports figures who always expect more from her than a massage. She can't believe her friend Carl sent the American goalie to her. Unable to ignore the man's pain, however, Disa takes on Colt and soon finds her heart melting faster than a spring thaw.
Combine a hot-blooded American and a Swedish spitfire and they're sure to set Stockholm ablaze...
EXCERPT:
Disa ran her fingers along Colt’s deltoids, watching the strong muscles flex under her touch. His shyness had been endearing along with confusing. She wondered if his physical problem went farther than the normal aches and pains of a professional athlete. If so, she intended to help him overcome the situation. If not, then he was in for a satisfying surprise. She hoped.
A quick scramble across the sheet gave him more room, then she tugged on his shoulders so he would lay back against the pillow. He winced, but continued to draw his legs up onto the bed.
She combed her fingers through the crisp auburn hairs sprinkled across his broad chest, descending to his beautiful hard dick nestled in a curly, reddish tuft. She swallowed hard, fighting her desire to suck him until he came.
“You are a fine-looking man, Colt.” She rose onto her knees, then traced a fingernail around his tight balls, her inner muscles clenching with desire.
He laid a hand on her calf and slowly eased it up toward her thigh, caressing her. His fingers climbed higher. A shudder ran through her from his gentle massage over her rear end up to the small of her back, then down, slipping a finger between her cheeks. Pressure built when he circled her sphincter, dipping his fingertip into the tight circle, out again, then back in.
She nipped at his balls, laving the tight sacs, savoring their salty taste. Her hand pumped his cock, starting slow and increasing the speed. His hips jerked, rocking with her rhythm, thrusting along her palm.
Deftly, Colt maneuvered out from under Disa and knelt facing her. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her with a passion she had never known. She clung to him, loving his strength, savoring his taste. He pulled away, the skin pulled taut over his cheekbones.
“It’s time to make you happy, baby. How about rolling over?” He tugged on her hip until she faced the brass headboard. “A little more to the center, so we can watch in the dresser mirror.”
She scooted across the rumpled linen and glanced into the antique glass. Their eyes met in the reflection and breath caught in her throat.
“Spread your legs, Disa.” He gently nudged her shoulders to the mattress. “I promise to go easy.”
Kisses rained down her back as he mounted her. His thick cock played against her wet labia, the swollen head teasing into her. After a smooth thrust, he was inside, filling her. One firm palm kneaded her lower abdomen, while his long fingers curled through her pubic hair, covering her mons. He stretched a finger along her nether lips, separating the folds, and massaged her fiery clit.
Tingles shot through her, watching their wavy images across the room. His arm muscles bulged as he moved his hands to her hips, gripping them tight, guiding her to him.
He rocked into her, the strokes faster and faster, his balls slapping against her perineum. He clutched her hips, slamming into her, riding her hard. She reared back, keeping pace, clenching her muscles to hold him tight, straining to swallow him in deeper. She gritted her teeth, biting back the scream that tore through her. Her body pulsed with his touch, screaming for release from the magnificent torture that only he could provide. She clutched the sheets, wadding the warm material in her fists, and burrowed into them, inhaling his musky scent.
“Come for me, baby.” His voice rasped against her back. “God, I need you...”
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I'll be back tomorrow with gifted author Marie Treanor. Until then...
Happy Reading!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
MELT THE ICE
FINNISH FANTASIES
ISBN 13: 978-1-60272-572-0
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
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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...
EXCERPT:
...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.
Whack.
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...
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Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
FINNISH FANTASIES
ISBN 13: 978-1-60272-572-0
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
BUY LINK
BLURB:
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...
EXCERPT:
...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.
Whack.
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...
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Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
A Little Czech Heat to Warm You
Prague is a beautiful old city filled with tradition and sexy as hell men. Here's a glimpse to wet your appetite.
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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…
EXCERPT:
...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 minuscule 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...
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I'll be back tomorrow with outstanding m/m author KC Kendriks. Be sure to drop by. Until then...
Happy Reading!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Prague is a beautiful old city filled with tradition and sexy as hell men. Here's a glimpse to wet your appetite.
BUY LINK
BLURB:
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…
EXCERPT:
...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 minuscule 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...
BUY LINK
I'll be back tomorrow with outstanding m/m author KC Kendriks. Be sure to drop by. Until then...
Happy Reading!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Monday, January 03, 2011
THE BEST GIFTS
aren't always found under the tree. CLAIRE DE LUNE, the erotic sci-fi book I co-authored with razor-witted Robert Appleton, is listed on Amazon. That's right, folks, you can now buy it on Kindle and in PAPERBACK.
Here's a little to entice you.
CLAIRE DE LUNE
Robert Appleton & Sloane Taylor
ISBN E-book 978-1-61124-011-5
ISBN Paperback 978-1-61124-995-8
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
BUY LINK E-BOOK
BUY LINK PAPERBACK
BLURB:
You’re invited to the galaxy’s most prestigious beauty pageant.
Clothing optional.
Romance and danger…fully provided.
Cocky young detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year’s pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn’t the only thing in the eye of the beholder.
One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, is attacked and her assailant killed. Surely a simple case of a stalker gone mad, as nothing bad ever happens at the Selene contest. So the brochure says.
The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more he is convinced she’s hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they embark on a torrid affair. Their forbidden romance isn’t the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.
Sebastian’s infatuation with demure Claire Villiers, another contestant, threatens to put all four of them in harm’s way.
A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon.
BUY LINK E-BOOK
BUY LINK PAPERBACK
I'll be back Wednesday. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
aren't always found under the tree. CLAIRE DE LUNE, the erotic sci-fi book I co-authored with razor-witted Robert Appleton, is listed on Amazon. That's right, folks, you can now buy it on Kindle and in PAPERBACK.
Here's a little to entice you.
CLAIRE DE LUNE
Robert Appleton & Sloane Taylor
ISBN E-book 978-1-61124-011-5
ISBN Paperback 978-1-61124-995-8
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
BUY LINK E-BOOK
BUY LINK PAPERBACK
BLURB:
You’re invited to the galaxy’s most prestigious beauty pageant.
Clothing optional.
Romance and danger…fully provided.
Cocky young detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year’s pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn’t the only thing in the eye of the beholder.
One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, is attacked and her assailant killed. Surely a simple case of a stalker gone mad, as nothing bad ever happens at the Selene contest. So the brochure says.
The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more he is convinced she’s hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they embark on a torrid affair. Their forbidden romance isn’t the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.
Sebastian’s infatuation with demure Claire Villiers, another contestant, threatens to put all four of them in harm’s way.
A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon.
BUY LINK E-BOOK
BUY LINK PAPERBACK
I'll be back Wednesday. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Friday, December 17, 2010
DOES ROB APPLETON NEED A BITCH SLAP?
Let me know after you read his comments in our dual interview at Melissa's Imaginarium.
Learn more about my cheeky writing partner on his website and Mercurial Times blog. I guarantee you'll enjoy his quick wit and his terrific books.
While you're surfing the web, check out Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat and read an excerpt from our hot new release CLAIRE DE LUNE. It's the perfect gift for Kindle lovers.
Have a wonderful weekend. I'll be back Monday. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Let me know after you read his comments in our dual interview at Melissa's Imaginarium.
Learn more about my cheeky writing partner on his website and Mercurial Times blog. I guarantee you'll enjoy his quick wit and his terrific books.
While you're surfing the web, check out Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat and read an excerpt from our hot new release CLAIRE DE LUNE. It's the perfect gift for Kindle lovers.
Have a wonderful weekend. I'll be back Monday. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
HOT OFF THE E-PRESS
CLAIRE DE LUNE
Robert Appleton & Sloane Taylor
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-011-5 (Electronic)
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-995-8 (Paperback)
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
Buy Link
BLURB:
You’re invited to the galaxy’s most prestigious beauty pageant.
Clothing optional.
Romance and danger…fully provided…
Cocky young detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year’s pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn’t the only thing in the eye of the beholder.
One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, is attacked and her assailant killed. Surely a simple case of a stalker gone mad, as nothing bad ever happens at the Selene contest. So the brochure says.
The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more he is convinced she’s hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they embark on a torrid affair. Their forbidden romance isn’t the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.
Sebastian’s infatuation with demure Claire Villiers, another contestant, threatens to put all four of them in harm’s way.
A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon.
EXCERPT:
Evelyn’s self-esteem soared like a rocket into space as she gazed into Gerry’s dark blue eyes. All the need and desire that filled him shone through. She liked him, maybe even more than that if she were honest, and had wanted him from the moment his pompous ass walked into her hotel room. Being with him and initiating sex tonight was the right thing for her to do.
Gerry wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her closer, as if he sensed how frail she was at that moment.
A sigh escaped her. Damn, his hard chest felt good against her achy boobs, but not as good as his rigid cock nestling into her belly.
“Evie—"
“Don’t talk.” She hadn’t heard that name in a long time, not since her father was murdered.
He nodded and traced his index finger along her bottom lip. She nipped the tip, then sucked it in, tonguing the pad until he groaned.
“Ah, Ev—” He caught her face in both of his hands and kissed her with a passion that ignited her like none other.
His tongue toyed against the seam of her mouth and she willingly opened to welcome him. He delved in, a beautiful taste of wine and herbs, lapping and swirling until her knees trembled. With a regretful sigh, she pulled away.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Shh. No talking. It’s my little quirk.” She gently tapped his mouth, then took his hand and led him closer to the purple sand. After she stooped, she patted the floor, inviting him to join her. He made short work of sprawling out and laid his arms at his sides.
Evelyn rose up on her knees and combed her hands down his chest, flicking his nipples until they sprang to life. Intrigued by their stiff peaks, she swiped her tongue over her dry lips and leaned into him, licking and sucking the copper-colored discs.
She continued lower to the blond tuft cradling his cock. Gently, she glided her thumb over his swollen head, teasing the drops of pre-cum from the slit to the sensitive underside. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling the tight sacs with her fingers, taking pleasure in her teasing.
His hips jerked with each light touch. He fisted his hands and dug his heels into the floor. Through hooded eyes, he watched, but did as she had requested and maintained silence.
On a rush of air, she gave his lips a quick peck and eased over him, holding her thighs tight against his lean frame. Heat emanated from his body, soothing and stimulating, a new awareness she longed to experience more than just once.
Her breasts swayed mere inches from his mouth. He stretched up and tweaked her pebbled nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. Cuddling them together, he licked and suckled the sensitive tips, first one, then the other. A deep shiver rocketed through her, increasing the ache low in her belly.
She teased his cock along her nether lips, loving the feel of his hot flesh grazing against her clit. In slow motion, she edged onto his shaft, savoring the inches that penetrated her wet vagina.
He rocked into her, clutching her hips, holding her in place. She locked her hands around his wrists and pulled them away, the need to set the pace paramount.
Time stood still. The only sounds in the room were their pants and grunts as they ground against each other. He stopped mid-thrust, his face set in a grimace.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he bit out through clenched teeth. “This is so sexy I don’t want to come.”
“I do.” She slapped his hip. “Again and again.”
Rising up on her knees, Evelyn again found her momentum and rode him harder, faster, loving the feel of him pounding inside her. Her breath hitched as he thrust higher, deeper, tapping her womb, the sensation sublime...
Buy Link
I'll be back tomorrow with a new book by Ginger Simpson. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
CLAIRE DE LUNE
Robert Appleton & Sloane Taylor
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-011-5 (Electronic)
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-995-8 (Paperback)
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
Buy Link
BLURB:
You’re invited to the galaxy’s most prestigious beauty pageant.
Clothing optional.
Romance and danger…fully provided…
Cocky young detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year’s pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn’t the only thing in the eye of the beholder.
One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, is attacked and her assailant killed. Surely a simple case of a stalker gone mad, as nothing bad ever happens at the Selene contest. So the brochure says.
The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more he is convinced she’s hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they embark on a torrid affair. Their forbidden romance isn’t the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.
Sebastian’s infatuation with demure Claire Villiers, another contestant, threatens to put all four of them in harm’s way.
A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon.
EXCERPT:
Evelyn’s self-esteem soared like a rocket into space as she gazed into Gerry’s dark blue eyes. All the need and desire that filled him shone through. She liked him, maybe even more than that if she were honest, and had wanted him from the moment his pompous ass walked into her hotel room. Being with him and initiating sex tonight was the right thing for her to do.
Gerry wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her closer, as if he sensed how frail she was at that moment.
A sigh escaped her. Damn, his hard chest felt good against her achy boobs, but not as good as his rigid cock nestling into her belly.
“Evie—"
“Don’t talk.” She hadn’t heard that name in a long time, not since her father was murdered.
He nodded and traced his index finger along her bottom lip. She nipped the tip, then sucked it in, tonguing the pad until he groaned.
“Ah, Ev—” He caught her face in both of his hands and kissed her with a passion that ignited her like none other.
His tongue toyed against the seam of her mouth and she willingly opened to welcome him. He delved in, a beautiful taste of wine and herbs, lapping and swirling until her knees trembled. With a regretful sigh, she pulled away.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Shh. No talking. It’s my little quirk.” She gently tapped his mouth, then took his hand and led him closer to the purple sand. After she stooped, she patted the floor, inviting him to join her. He made short work of sprawling out and laid his arms at his sides.
Evelyn rose up on her knees and combed her hands down his chest, flicking his nipples until they sprang to life. Intrigued by their stiff peaks, she swiped her tongue over her dry lips and leaned into him, licking and sucking the copper-colored discs.
She continued lower to the blond tuft cradling his cock. Gently, she glided her thumb over his swollen head, teasing the drops of pre-cum from the slit to the sensitive underside. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling the tight sacs with her fingers, taking pleasure in her teasing.
His hips jerked with each light touch. He fisted his hands and dug his heels into the floor. Through hooded eyes, he watched, but did as she had requested and maintained silence.
On a rush of air, she gave his lips a quick peck and eased over him, holding her thighs tight against his lean frame. Heat emanated from his body, soothing and stimulating, a new awareness she longed to experience more than just once.
Her breasts swayed mere inches from his mouth. He stretched up and tweaked her pebbled nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. Cuddling them together, he licked and suckled the sensitive tips, first one, then the other. A deep shiver rocketed through her, increasing the ache low in her belly.
She teased his cock along her nether lips, loving the feel of his hot flesh grazing against her clit. In slow motion, she edged onto his shaft, savoring the inches that penetrated her wet vagina.
He rocked into her, clutching her hips, holding her in place. She locked her hands around his wrists and pulled them away, the need to set the pace paramount.
Time stood still. The only sounds in the room were their pants and grunts as they ground against each other. He stopped mid-thrust, his face set in a grimace.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he bit out through clenched teeth. “This is so sexy I don’t want to come.”
“I do.” She slapped his hip. “Again and again.”
Rising up on her knees, Evelyn again found her momentum and rode him harder, faster, loving the feel of him pounding inside her. Her breath hitched as he thrust higher, deeper, tapping her womb, the sensation sublime...
Buy Link
I'll be back tomorrow with a new book by Ginger Simpson. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Friday, November 12, 2010
Murder and Sex - Works for Me
In three short weeks we celebrate Thanksgiving and I have much to be grateful for. The short list is great kids, Studs, excellent critique partners, an editor I love and a writing partner who is insane, but oh so cute. Doubt me, then judge for yourself. Check out on his website and awesome blog Mercurial Times.
A year ago, Robert Appleton convinced me to co-author a science fiction book. Reluctant to step outside my erotic comfort zone, I and agreed on one condition - the sexy bits were my only contribution. My British buddy jumped on it and we soared to the moon. Well, not us literally, but our characters did. :)
November 28th we celebrate Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat’s release of CLAURE DE LUNE.
You're invited to the galaxy’s most prestigious beauty pageant.
Clothing optional.
Romance and danger…fully provided.
BLURB:
Cocky young detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year’s pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn’t the only thing in the eye of the beholder.
One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, is attacked and her assailant killed. Surely a simple case of a stalker gone mad, as nothing bad ever happens at the Selene contest. So the brochure says.
The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more he is convinced she’s hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they embark on a torrid affair. Their forbidden romance isn’t the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.
Sebastian’s infatuation with demure Claire Villiers, another contestant, threatens to put all four of them in harm’s way.
A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon.
Rob and I are guest bloggers and chatters all over the internet in December and January. Please join us to celebrate and a chance to win one of our easy contests. Locations will be posted here on my blog December 1.
Have a great weekend. I'll be back Monday. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
In three short weeks we celebrate Thanksgiving and I have much to be grateful for. The short list is great kids, Studs, excellent critique partners, an editor I love and a writing partner who is insane, but oh so cute. Doubt me, then judge for yourself. Check out on his website and awesome blog Mercurial Times.
A year ago, Robert Appleton convinced me to co-author a science fiction book. Reluctant to step outside my erotic comfort zone, I and agreed on one condition - the sexy bits were my only contribution. My British buddy jumped on it and we soared to the moon. Well, not us literally, but our characters did. :)
November 28th we celebrate Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat’s release of CLAURE DE LUNE.
You're invited to the galaxy’s most prestigious beauty pageant.
Clothing optional.
Romance and danger…fully provided.
BLURB:
Cocky young detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year’s pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn’t the only thing in the eye of the beholder.
One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, is attacked and her assailant killed. Surely a simple case of a stalker gone mad, as nothing bad ever happens at the Selene contest. So the brochure says.
The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more he is convinced she’s hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they embark on a torrid affair. Their forbidden romance isn’t the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.
Sebastian’s infatuation with demure Claire Villiers, another contestant, threatens to put all four of them in harm’s way.
A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon.
Rob and I are guest bloggers and chatters all over the internet in December and January. Please join us to celebrate and a chance to win one of our easy contests. Locations will be posted here on my blog December 1.
Have a great weekend. I'll be back Monday. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Thursday, October 21, 2010
VAMPIRES, ZOMBIES AND MORE!
Are you into Halloween and all its traditions? If so, check out Melissa's Imaginarium for posts that unravel all the dark secrets. I guarantee you'll enjoy this tweleve day spookathon!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Are you into Halloween and all its traditions? If so, check out Melissa's Imaginarium for posts that unravel all the dark secrets. I guarantee you'll enjoy this tweleve day spookathon!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Friday, October 08, 2010
WE ARE OVER THE MOON!
Robert Appleton and I are toasting each other across the Pond. We just received the awesome cover for our about-to-be released mystery sci-fi CLAIRE DE LUNE and wanted to share it with you. Trace Edward Zaber designed it and captured the book's theme to perfection.
BLURB:
You’re invited to the galaxy’s most prestigious beauty pageant. Clothing optional. Romance and danger…fully provided.
Cocky young detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year’s pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn’t the only thing in the eye of the beholder.
One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, is attacked and her assailant killed. Surely a simple case of a stalker gone mad, as nothing bad ever happens at the Selene contest. So the brochure says.
The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more he is convinced she’s hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they embark on a torrid affair. Their forbidden romance isn’t the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.
Sebastian’s infatuation with demure Claire Villiers, another contestant, threatens to put all four of them in harm’s way.
A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon.
Rob was the mastermind of this book and I am forever grateful he included me. Check out his website and blog Mercurial Times to learn more about this talented genius.
I'll be back next week with another surprise from P.A. Brown. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Robert Appleton and I are toasting each other across the Pond. We just received the awesome cover for our about-to-be released mystery sci-fi CLAIRE DE LUNE and wanted to share it with you. Trace Edward Zaber designed it and captured the book's theme to perfection.
BLURB:
You’re invited to the galaxy’s most prestigious beauty pageant. Clothing optional. Romance and danger…fully provided.
Cocky young detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year’s pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn’t the only thing in the eye of the beholder.
One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, is attacked and her assailant killed. Surely a simple case of a stalker gone mad, as nothing bad ever happens at the Selene contest. So the brochure says.
The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more he is convinced she’s hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they embark on a torrid affair. Their forbidden romance isn’t the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.
Sebastian’s infatuation with demure Claire Villiers, another contestant, threatens to put all four of them in harm’s way.
A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon.
Rob was the mastermind of this book and I am forever grateful he included me. Check out his website and blog Mercurial Times to learn more about this talented genius.
I'll be back next week with another surprise from P.A. Brown. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Friday, September 03, 2010
AMBER QUILL PRESS SIGNS CLAIRE DE LUNE
and all contracts are returned! Amazing sci-fi author, Robert Appleton, invited me to co-author and I jumped at the chance to branch out. Gotta love those boys from Bolton. :)
Amber Heat will release CLAIRE DE LUNE November 7 in e-book, followed by the paperback around December 5.
To learn more about Rob's incredible books, check out his website and blog Mercurial Times.
Now for a little teaser about CLAIRE DE LUNE:
BLURB:
You’re invited to the galaxy’s most prestigious beauty pageant. Clothing optional. Romance and danger…fully provided.
Cocky young detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year’s pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn’t the only thing in the eye of the beholder.
One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, is attacked and her assailant killed. Surely a simple case of a stalker gone mad, as nothing bad ever happens at the Selene contest. So the brochure says.
The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more he is convinced she’s hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they embark on a torrid affair. Their forbidden romance isn’t the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.
Sebastian’s infatuation with demure Claire Villiers, another contestant, threatens to put all four of them in harm’s way.
A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon.
Have a safe an wonderful Labor Day. I'm off to celebrate, but will be back next week with the scintillating Raine Delight. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
and all contracts are returned! Amazing sci-fi author, Robert Appleton, invited me to co-author and I jumped at the chance to branch out. Gotta love those boys from Bolton. :)
Amber Heat will release CLAIRE DE LUNE November 7 in e-book, followed by the paperback around December 5.
To learn more about Rob's incredible books, check out his website and blog Mercurial Times.
Now for a little teaser about CLAIRE DE LUNE:
BLURB:
You’re invited to the galaxy’s most prestigious beauty pageant. Clothing optional. Romance and danger…fully provided.
Cocky young detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year’s pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn’t the only thing in the eye of the beholder.
One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, is attacked and her assailant killed. Surely a simple case of a stalker gone mad, as nothing bad ever happens at the Selene contest. So the brochure says.
The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more he is convinced she’s hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they embark on a torrid affair. Their forbidden romance isn’t the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.
Sebastian’s infatuation with demure Claire Villiers, another contestant, threatens to put all four of them in harm’s way.
A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon.
Have a safe an wonderful Labor Day. I'm off to celebrate, but will be back next week with the scintillating Raine Delight. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Thursday, August 19, 2010
FROM MURDER TO ROMANCE
It's PARTY TIME!
Today at Love Romances Cafe from 11:00a.m. until 1:00p.m. EST.
Join Clare London, Ginger Simpson, Linda Sole, Lizzie T. Leaf, Marie Tuhart, Raine Delight, Rita Karnopp, Tabitha Shay, Sarah Grimm and me for a surprising two hours of fun and prizes.
Hope to see you there!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
It's PARTY TIME!
Today at Love Romances Cafe from 11:00a.m. until 1:00p.m. EST.
Join Clare London, Ginger Simpson, Linda Sole, Lizzie T. Leaf, Marie Tuhart, Raine Delight, Rita Karnopp, Tabitha Shay, Sarah Grimm and me for a surprising two hours of fun and prizes.
Hope to see you there!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
THE SPOTLIGHT'S ON
and burning bright at Off the Keyboard where Sarah Grimm digs deep to uncover the real Sloane Taylor. Join me at HERE to learn more.
AND over at Melissa's Imaginarium ,Melissa Bradley has posted a completely different interview! Check it out HERE.
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
and burning bright at Off the Keyboard where Sarah Grimm digs deep to uncover the real Sloane Taylor. Join me at HERE to learn more.
AND over at Melissa's Imaginarium ,Melissa Bradley has posted a completely different interview! Check it out HERE.
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Monday, July 26, 2010
IT'S LIVE!
I'm so excited, Sultry In Sweden, Book Two of the Melt the Ice series, is now available through Amber Heat! Check out the gorgeous cover Trace Edward Zabar created. Isn't it terrific?
SULTRY IN SWEDEN
Sloane Taylor
ISBN 13: 978-1-60272-723-6
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
BLURB:
Battered hockey player Colt Coltrane arrives in Sweden with one thing on his mind--victory. A bad spill later, however, and he's at the tender mercies of the sexiest masseuse he's ever seen. From that point, all his good intentions go straight to hell when he strips for the Swedish iceberg.
Disa Ellstrom has had it with sports figures who always expect more from her than a massage. She can't believe her friend Carl sent the American goalie to her. Unable to ignore the man's pain, however, Disa takes on Colt and soon finds her heart melting faster than a spring thaw.
Combine a hot-blooded American and a Swedish spitfire and they're sure to set Stockholm ablaze...
EXCERPT:
Disa ran her fingers along Colt’s deltoids, watching the strong muscles flex under her touch. His shyness had been endearing along with confusing. She wondered if his physical problem went farther than the normal aches and pains of a professional athlete. If so, she intended to help him overcome the situation. If not, then he was in for a satisfying surprise. She hoped.
A quick scramble across the sheet gave him more room, then she tugged on his shoulders so he would lay back against the pillow. He winced, but continued to draw his legs up onto the bed.
She combed her fingers through the crisp auburn hairs sprinkled across his broad chest, descending to his beautiful hard dick nestled in a curly, reddish tuft. She swallowed hard, fighting her desire to suck him until he came.
“You are a fine-looking man, Colt.” She rose onto her knees, then traced a fingernail around his tight balls, her inner muscles clenching with desire.
He laid a hand on her calf and slowly eased it up toward her thigh, caressing her. His fingers climbed higher. A shudder ran through her from his gentle massage over her rear end up to the small of her back, then down, slipping a finger between her cheeks. Pressure built when he circled her sphincter, dipping his fingertip into the tight circle, out again, then back in.
She nipped at his balls, laving the tight sacs, savoring their salty taste. Her hand pumped his cock, starting slow and increasing the speed. His hips jerked, rocking with her rhythm, thrusting along her palm.
Deftly, Colt maneuvered out from under Disa and knelt facing her. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her with a passion she had never known. She clung to him, loving his strength, savoring his taste. He pulled away, the skin pulled taut over his cheekbones.
“It’s time to make you happy, baby. How about rolling over?” He tugged on her hip until she faced the brass headboard. “A little more to the center, so we can watch in the dresser mirror.”
She scooted across the rumpled linen and glanced into the antique glass. Their eyes met in the reflection and breath caught in her throat.
“Spread your legs, Disa.” He gently nudged her shoulders to the mattress. “I promise to go easy.”
Kisses rained down her back as he mounted her. His thick cock played against her wet labia, the swollen head teasing into her. After a smooth thrust, he was inside, filling her. One firm palm kneaded her lower abdomen, while his long fingers curled through her pubic hair, covering her mons. He stretched a finger along her nether lips, separating the folds, and massaged her fiery clit.
Tingles shot through her, watching their wavy images across the room. His arm muscles bulged as he moved his hands to her hips, gripping them tight, guiding her to him.
He rocked into her, the strokes faster and faster, his balls slapping against her perineum. He clutched her hips, slamming into her, riding her hard. She reared back, keeping pace, clenching her muscles to hold him tight, straining to swallow him in deeper. She gritted her teeth, biting back the scream that tore through her. Her body pulsed with his touch, screaming for release from the magnificent torture that only he could provide. She clutched the sheets, wadding the warm material in her fists, and burrowed into them, inhaling his musky scent.
“Come for me, baby.” His voice rasped against her back. “God, I need you...”
BUY LINK
I'll be back later this week with two new releases from the fabulous Rick Reed. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
I'm so excited, Sultry In Sweden, Book Two of the Melt the Ice series, is now available through Amber Heat! Check out the gorgeous cover Trace Edward Zabar created. Isn't it terrific?
SULTRY IN SWEDEN
Sloane Taylor
ISBN 13: 978-1-60272-723-6
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat
BLURB:
Battered hockey player Colt Coltrane arrives in Sweden with one thing on his mind--victory. A bad spill later, however, and he's at the tender mercies of the sexiest masseuse he's ever seen. From that point, all his good intentions go straight to hell when he strips for the Swedish iceberg.
Disa Ellstrom has had it with sports figures who always expect more from her than a massage. She can't believe her friend Carl sent the American goalie to her. Unable to ignore the man's pain, however, Disa takes on Colt and soon finds her heart melting faster than a spring thaw.
Combine a hot-blooded American and a Swedish spitfire and they're sure to set Stockholm ablaze...
EXCERPT:
Disa ran her fingers along Colt’s deltoids, watching the strong muscles flex under her touch. His shyness had been endearing along with confusing. She wondered if his physical problem went farther than the normal aches and pains of a professional athlete. If so, she intended to help him overcome the situation. If not, then he was in for a satisfying surprise. She hoped.
A quick scramble across the sheet gave him more room, then she tugged on his shoulders so he would lay back against the pillow. He winced, but continued to draw his legs up onto the bed.
She combed her fingers through the crisp auburn hairs sprinkled across his broad chest, descending to his beautiful hard dick nestled in a curly, reddish tuft. She swallowed hard, fighting her desire to suck him until he came.
“You are a fine-looking man, Colt.” She rose onto her knees, then traced a fingernail around his tight balls, her inner muscles clenching with desire.
He laid a hand on her calf and slowly eased it up toward her thigh, caressing her. His fingers climbed higher. A shudder ran through her from his gentle massage over her rear end up to the small of her back, then down, slipping a finger between her cheeks. Pressure built when he circled her sphincter, dipping his fingertip into the tight circle, out again, then back in.
She nipped at his balls, laving the tight sacs, savoring their salty taste. Her hand pumped his cock, starting slow and increasing the speed. His hips jerked, rocking with her rhythm, thrusting along her palm.
Deftly, Colt maneuvered out from under Disa and knelt facing her. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her with a passion she had never known. She clung to him, loving his strength, savoring his taste. He pulled away, the skin pulled taut over his cheekbones.
“It’s time to make you happy, baby. How about rolling over?” He tugged on her hip until she faced the brass headboard. “A little more to the center, so we can watch in the dresser mirror.”
She scooted across the rumpled linen and glanced into the antique glass. Their eyes met in the reflection and breath caught in her throat.
“Spread your legs, Disa.” He gently nudged her shoulders to the mattress. “I promise to go easy.”
Kisses rained down her back as he mounted her. His thick cock played against her wet labia, the swollen head teasing into her. After a smooth thrust, he was inside, filling her. One firm palm kneaded her lower abdomen, while his long fingers curled through her pubic hair, covering her mons. He stretched a finger along her nether lips, separating the folds, and massaged her fiery clit.
Tingles shot through her, watching their wavy images across the room. His arm muscles bulged as he moved his hands to her hips, gripping them tight, guiding her to him.
He rocked into her, the strokes faster and faster, his balls slapping against her perineum. He clutched her hips, slamming into her, riding her hard. She reared back, keeping pace, clenching her muscles to hold him tight, straining to swallow him in deeper. She gritted her teeth, biting back the scream that tore through her. Her body pulsed with his touch, screaming for release from the magnificent torture that only he could provide. She clutched the sheets, wadding the warm material in her fists, and burrowed into them, inhaling his musky scent.
“Come for me, baby.” His voice rasped against her back. “God, I need you...”
BUY LINK
I'll be back later this week with two new releases from the fabulous Rick Reed. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
WANT A SNEAK PEEK
at my new soon to be released from Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat? Well, here it is!
Trace Edward Zaber is the cover artist and has outdone himself with this beauty.:)
Below are the unedited blurb and excerpt to tempt you. Enjoy!
BLURB:
Battered hockey player Colt Coltrane arrives in Sweden with one thing on his mind – victory. A bad spill later he’s at the tender mercies of the hottest masseuse he’s ever seen. All his good intentions go straight to hell when he strips for the Swedish iceberg.
Disa Ellstrom has had it with sports figures who always expect more from her than a massage. She can’t believe her friend Carl sent the American goalie to her. Unable to ignore the man’s pain, Disa takes him on and finds her heart melting faster than a spring thaw.
Combine a hot-blooded American and a Swedish spitfire and they’re sure to set Stockholm on fire.
EXCERPT:
Colt stood on the pavement, eyeing the flat front of the narrow rose colored building, and checked the gold lettering against the business card. It was the right location, but his gut told him this was a big mistake. Sex was great, but not when you ached with every movement or had to pay for it.
A brass bell tinkled when the glass door glided across the asphalt tiles. Easier to hose the joint down after a busy night. Colt smirked and walked further into the Pepto Bismol explosion in every shade of pink even his nutty sisters would gag over.
“Anyone here?” Silence answered. He stared at the two closed doors and remembered Frank Stockton’s story The Lady or the Tiger? and knew, in this place, the tiger was the safer bet.
He shoved open the first door on his left and swallowed hard when the aroma of sweet incense drifted out from the dimly lit room. Or maybe it was the pert little butt sticking up to greet him that caused his reaction. The short skirt skimmed her buff cheeks, minus panties, and his cock shot to life. All pain forgotten, he allowed his eyes to travel down her well toned legs to her impossible-to-walk-in stilettos. The miniature silver loops, accenting the high heels, swayed in time with her tight buns to the sounds of a rock band.
She glanced over her shoulder, a beautiful smile spread her glossy lips, and the ever-helpful Swedish doctor popped into his mind. It puzzled Colt why such a pretty young woman would hang with the old geezer, unless it was for the extra krona needed to survive in this expensive city. Like a puck in sudden death, it hit him. The rotten fuck’s a pimp!
“Du har ett möte?”
Her soft voice sang its way to him and all he could do was nod while he tugged on the front of his jeans.
She stood and walked closer, her ultrathin heels tapping on the speckled tiles. Even though he was well under six feet, it pleased him she had to tip her head back to meet his eyes.
“You must not be Swedish, so I will ask in English. Do you have an appointment?” Her arched eyebrows furrowed and she toyed with the large pearl in one earlobe. “Please, what is your name?”
“Colt Coltrane, I’m with the Colorado Bannocks, and—”
“Hockey player?”
He nodded, not sure if her squinted eyes were a good thing. Maybe the little doll needed glasses.
“No, no more of you. You are all too much work for too little money.” She waved her hands, shooing him away, her spiky blonde hair quivering with the sharp movements. “Go somewhere else with your pretend man needs. Disa cannot and will not be bothered with you.”
“Look, lady,—” Colt caught her slender wrists in one paw. His grin turned into a broad smile at the little hellcat bossing around a full-grown goalie. “—I’m only here because this guy said you’re the best for what ails me. I don’t need a lot of shit for my money. I just need someone to help me make it through the night.”
Thank you for dropping in today. For my Americans friends, Have a safe and exciting Fourth of July!
I'll be back next week. Until then...
Happy Writing,
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
at my new soon to be released from Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat? Well, here it is!
Trace Edward Zaber is the cover artist and has outdone himself with this beauty.:)
Below are the unedited blurb and excerpt to tempt you. Enjoy!
BLURB:
Battered hockey player Colt Coltrane arrives in Sweden with one thing on his mind – victory. A bad spill later he’s at the tender mercies of the hottest masseuse he’s ever seen. All his good intentions go straight to hell when he strips for the Swedish iceberg.
Disa Ellstrom has had it with sports figures who always expect more from her than a massage. She can’t believe her friend Carl sent the American goalie to her. Unable to ignore the man’s pain, Disa takes him on and finds her heart melting faster than a spring thaw.
Combine a hot-blooded American and a Swedish spitfire and they’re sure to set Stockholm on fire.
EXCERPT:
Colt stood on the pavement, eyeing the flat front of the narrow rose colored building, and checked the gold lettering against the business card. It was the right location, but his gut told him this was a big mistake. Sex was great, but not when you ached with every movement or had to pay for it.
A brass bell tinkled when the glass door glided across the asphalt tiles. Easier to hose the joint down after a busy night. Colt smirked and walked further into the Pepto Bismol explosion in every shade of pink even his nutty sisters would gag over.
“Anyone here?” Silence answered. He stared at the two closed doors and remembered Frank Stockton’s story The Lady or the Tiger? and knew, in this place, the tiger was the safer bet.
He shoved open the first door on his left and swallowed hard when the aroma of sweet incense drifted out from the dimly lit room. Or maybe it was the pert little butt sticking up to greet him that caused his reaction. The short skirt skimmed her buff cheeks, minus panties, and his cock shot to life. All pain forgotten, he allowed his eyes to travel down her well toned legs to her impossible-to-walk-in stilettos. The miniature silver loops, accenting the high heels, swayed in time with her tight buns to the sounds of a rock band.
She glanced over her shoulder, a beautiful smile spread her glossy lips, and the ever-helpful Swedish doctor popped into his mind. It puzzled Colt why such a pretty young woman would hang with the old geezer, unless it was for the extra krona needed to survive in this expensive city. Like a puck in sudden death, it hit him. The rotten fuck’s a pimp!
“Du har ett möte?”
Her soft voice sang its way to him and all he could do was nod while he tugged on the front of his jeans.
She stood and walked closer, her ultrathin heels tapping on the speckled tiles. Even though he was well under six feet, it pleased him she had to tip her head back to meet his eyes.
“You must not be Swedish, so I will ask in English. Do you have an appointment?” Her arched eyebrows furrowed and she toyed with the large pearl in one earlobe. “Please, what is your name?”
“Colt Coltrane, I’m with the Colorado Bannocks, and—”
“Hockey player?”
He nodded, not sure if her squinted eyes were a good thing. Maybe the little doll needed glasses.
“No, no more of you. You are all too much work for too little money.” She waved her hands, shooing him away, her spiky blonde hair quivering with the sharp movements. “Go somewhere else with your pretend man needs. Disa cannot and will not be bothered with you.”
“Look, lady,—” Colt caught her slender wrists in one paw. His grin turned into a broad smile at the little hellcat bossing around a full-grown goalie. “—I’m only here because this guy said you’re the best for what ails me. I don’t need a lot of shit for my money. I just need someone to help me make it through the night.”
Thank you for dropping in today. For my Americans friends, Have a safe and exciting Fourth of July!
I'll be back next week. Until then...
Happy Writing,
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Monday, March 01, 2010
KICK-ASS CHICKS
It's wonderful to make new friends and even better to share them. Today, I'm going to do just that. Please allow me to introduce you to a woman with more balls than most men.
The name's Maxie Briscoe and I am a werewolf…
That’s right, a real live, full moon-loving, Halloween icon. It’s hard out here for girl like me. To survive, I hide my true self and act the part of a normal human, all while discreetly indulging the Beast within. Talk about walking a narrow ledge. And that’s not even the worst part. Sex is. You see I can bench press a pick-up truck and that spells disaster in the bedroom. You can’t have any real fun knowing you might accidentally crush a lover while in the throes. Kind of kills the mood.
MAXIE BRISCOE: WEREWOLF
Melissa Bradley
Amber Quill Press
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-650-5 (Electronic) $5.25
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-806-6 (Paperback) Available Mid-March
When a friend’s murder shatters the careful existence I’ve carved out, I come face to face with Damien and Noah, two of the hottest men I’ve ever laid eyes on. They are also the first werewolves I’ve run across since my conversion. The attraction is instant, but complicated, the sex… explosive.
Too bad there’s a killer out there with his sights on me …
EXCERPT:
Maxie meets Damien and Noah for the first time…
They materialize from the darkness, hunters intent on their prey. Me.
My breath hitches, the animal inside rippling beneath my skin. I’m nervous, but I refuse to let them see. This bitch rolls belly-up for no one. I stride onto my front porch, prepared to defend my territory. Dressed in loungewear, I am hardly the picture of a strong alpha female, but you go with what you got. I look them both dead on.
I fold my arms over my breasts. “What do you want?” I growl, my voice a low rumble.
“We’ve come for you, little one.” With a voice like muffled thunder, the taller of the two moves forward onto my lawn. Twisted steel with sex appeal about sums him up. His dark hair is pulled back in a tail, tee-shirt molded to his cut frame.
My nostrils flare, catching his scent, fresh like a mountain spring at first thaw; my female parts quiver in anticipation. I want to coil myself around him like a python on a Kapok tree, hugging
every hard inch of flesh. Ruthlessly, I shove down the urge. It’s dangerous. Ulterior motives are written all over the two of them, and I just know one of those motives is to dominate me.
“It took us a long time to find you, Maxie.”
The whisky baritone draws my attention, and I watch the other one emerge, lean and graceful, his muscles liquid precision. Definite hotness is woven into the male half of the werewolf
genetic code. His scent is warm and dark, like night in a jungle. My nipples bead with excitement as he lopes toward me, brushing past the larger wolf. He stops at the base of my stairs, conqueror
etched in every line of his body. This is definitely the alpha of the pair.
“Didn’t know I was lost.” I widen my stance, ready to spring. If he’s looking for a challenge, he’s got one.
He smiles, teeth bared, the faint light from the scimitar moon exposing the predatory glint in his eyes.
I can feel the hunger resonating through them, matching my own deep desire.
“We can smell your craving, little one,” the taller one rumbles as he joins his partner.
I hate arrogant assholes. “Is this the part where I’m supposed lie back, spread my legs and say, ‘Do me like Red Riding Hood, you Big Bad Wolf’?”
They chuckle in that knowing, masculine way, the sound like tropical waves lapping along my insides, teasing and inviting.
“She’s more than we imagined, my friend.” The dominant wolf smiles over his shoulder at the other one as he starts up the first step.
“Hold it right there, Romeo,” I snap.
He stops, huffs out a breath and moves back to his original position. “The name is Damien Black. And this is Noah Rayburn.” He jerks a thumb toward the larger guy who inclines his head with a gleaming look in his eyes.
They stand there, watching me, probably wondering when I’m going to quit being so difficult and invite them inside to fuck. Maybe I will and maybe I won’t. All depends on their
explanations.
BUY LINK
Hope you like my new friend, Maxie, and want to learn more about her. I guarantee she's worth the effort. I'll be back later in the week. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
It's wonderful to make new friends and even better to share them. Today, I'm going to do just that. Please allow me to introduce you to a woman with more balls than most men.
The name's Maxie Briscoe and I am a werewolf…
That’s right, a real live, full moon-loving, Halloween icon. It’s hard out here for girl like me. To survive, I hide my true self and act the part of a normal human, all while discreetly indulging the Beast within. Talk about walking a narrow ledge. And that’s not even the worst part. Sex is. You see I can bench press a pick-up truck and that spells disaster in the bedroom. You can’t have any real fun knowing you might accidentally crush a lover while in the throes. Kind of kills the mood.
MAXIE BRISCOE: WEREWOLF
Melissa Bradley
Amber Quill Press
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-650-5 (Electronic) $5.25
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-806-6 (Paperback) Available Mid-March
When a friend’s murder shatters the careful existence I’ve carved out, I come face to face with Damien and Noah, two of the hottest men I’ve ever laid eyes on. They are also the first werewolves I’ve run across since my conversion. The attraction is instant, but complicated, the sex… explosive.
Too bad there’s a killer out there with his sights on me …
EXCERPT:
Maxie meets Damien and Noah for the first time…
They materialize from the darkness, hunters intent on their prey. Me.
My breath hitches, the animal inside rippling beneath my skin. I’m nervous, but I refuse to let them see. This bitch rolls belly-up for no one. I stride onto my front porch, prepared to defend my territory. Dressed in loungewear, I am hardly the picture of a strong alpha female, but you go with what you got. I look them both dead on.
I fold my arms over my breasts. “What do you want?” I growl, my voice a low rumble.
“We’ve come for you, little one.” With a voice like muffled thunder, the taller of the two moves forward onto my lawn. Twisted steel with sex appeal about sums him up. His dark hair is pulled back in a tail, tee-shirt molded to his cut frame.
My nostrils flare, catching his scent, fresh like a mountain spring at first thaw; my female parts quiver in anticipation. I want to coil myself around him like a python on a Kapok tree, hugging
every hard inch of flesh. Ruthlessly, I shove down the urge. It’s dangerous. Ulterior motives are written all over the two of them, and I just know one of those motives is to dominate me.
“It took us a long time to find you, Maxie.”
The whisky baritone draws my attention, and I watch the other one emerge, lean and graceful, his muscles liquid precision. Definite hotness is woven into the male half of the werewolf
genetic code. His scent is warm and dark, like night in a jungle. My nipples bead with excitement as he lopes toward me, brushing past the larger wolf. He stops at the base of my stairs, conqueror
etched in every line of his body. This is definitely the alpha of the pair.
“Didn’t know I was lost.” I widen my stance, ready to spring. If he’s looking for a challenge, he’s got one.
He smiles, teeth bared, the faint light from the scimitar moon exposing the predatory glint in his eyes.
I can feel the hunger resonating through them, matching my own deep desire.
“We can smell your craving, little one,” the taller one rumbles as he joins his partner.
I hate arrogant assholes. “Is this the part where I’m supposed lie back, spread my legs and say, ‘Do me like Red Riding Hood, you Big Bad Wolf’?”
They chuckle in that knowing, masculine way, the sound like tropical waves lapping along my insides, teasing and inviting.
“She’s more than we imagined, my friend.” The dominant wolf smiles over his shoulder at the other one as he starts up the first step.
“Hold it right there, Romeo,” I snap.
He stops, huffs out a breath and moves back to his original position. “The name is Damien Black. And this is Noah Rayburn.” He jerks a thumb toward the larger guy who inclines his head with a gleaming look in his eyes.
They stand there, watching me, probably wondering when I’m going to quit being so difficult and invite them inside to fuck. Maybe I will and maybe I won’t. All depends on their
explanations.
BUY LINK
Hope you like my new friend, Maxie, and want to learn more about her. I guarantee she's worth the effort. I'll be back later in the week. Until then...
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
HOT DAMN AND ALL THING GOOD
The votes are counted and the winners are posted. You may recall last August Romance Book Scene reviewed CZECH MATE and awarded my work 5 Stars. This morning I’m doing back-springs around my office. My inbox had a message that of all the books Romance Book Scene reviewed in 2009, CZECH MATE was awarded second place in the Romantic Comedy category! My heartfelt THANKS for this terrific honor.
If you go HERE you can see a complete list of winners.
Just to refresh your memory. :)
CZECH MATE
Sloane Taylor
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-522-5 (Electronic)
Amber Quill Press – Amber Heat
Here’s a snippet from from the terrific Romance Book Scene review;
Looking for a good book that will keep you laughing with a heroine who knows how to laugh at herself even when times are down, than Czech Mate is the choice for you. Lacey has a great bold, sense of humor and there were times when I out right laughed out loud through this book. The sex scenes are hot and the couple in the story are perfect for one another. This novella is a wonderful quick read.
BUY LINK
You can read the complete review from Romance Book Scene here.
Again, Thank you, Romance Book Scene. I’m one ecstatic author!
I’ll be back Monday when we feature a new release from fantastic author Sarah Grimm you won’t want to miss. Until then…
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
The votes are counted and the winners are posted. You may recall last August Romance Book Scene reviewed CZECH MATE and awarded my work 5 Stars. This morning I’m doing back-springs around my office. My inbox had a message that of all the books Romance Book Scene reviewed in 2009, CZECH MATE was awarded second place in the Romantic Comedy category! My heartfelt THANKS for this terrific honor.
If you go HERE you can see a complete list of winners.
Just to refresh your memory. :)
CZECH MATE
Sloane Taylor
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-522-5 (Electronic)
Amber Quill Press – Amber Heat
Here’s a snippet from from the terrific Romance Book Scene review;
Looking for a good book that will keep you laughing with a heroine who knows how to laugh at herself even when times are down, than Czech Mate is the choice for you. Lacey has a great bold, sense of humor and there were times when I out right laughed out loud through this book. The sex scenes are hot and the couple in the story are perfect for one another. This novella is a wonderful quick read.
BUY LINK
You can read the complete review from Romance Book Scene here.
Again, Thank you, Romance Book Scene. I’m one ecstatic author!
I’ll be back Monday when we feature a new release from fantastic author Sarah Grimm you won’t want to miss. Until then…
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
www.sloanetaylor.com
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
YAKKING AGAIN!
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
www.sloanetaylor.com
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
www.sloanetaylor.com
Monday, September 14, 2009
IT'S HERE!
FINNISH FANTASIES
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)
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BLURB:
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...
EXCERPT:
...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.
Whack.
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...
BUY LINK
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON 2009 EPPIE Finalist - Erotica www.aspenmountainpress.com
CZECH MATE http://amberquill.com/AmberHeat/CzechMate.html
www.sloanetaylor.com
FINNISH FANTASIES
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
BLURB:
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...
EXCERPT:
...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.
Whack.
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...
BUY LINK
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON 2009 EPPIE Finalist - Erotica www.aspenmountainpress.com
CZECH MATE http://amberquill.com/AmberHeat/CzechMate.html
www.sloanetaylor.com
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