March 11, 2010

BITE ME

Vampires were never my thing until Jan Springer told me about her soon to be released novel SWEET HEAT. After reading the excerpt and fantasizing over the cover, I’m hooked! I think you will be too.

Coming March 24, 2010

SWEET HEAT
Book One in the Vampira series
Jan Springer
Ellora’s Cave

BLURB:
Running from an arranged marriage, Julia Sandalwood hides within Vampira, a secret clique of female vampires who live among humans and have sworn off sex with males.

Julia thought she was safe, that is, until scorching dreams leave her craving every hot pulsing inch of the twin vamps newly hired at the factory she owns. Every night they set her fangs on fire, sandwiching her between their strong naked bodies, whisking her into a world of forbidden ecstasy.

Caleb and Zander Davenport have always shared a magnificent brotherly bond, which includes the need to share their females. Lately, they’ve been hungering for Julia, and plan on seducing her out of her dreams and into their arms.

EXCERPT:
Leaning over, she slid the box in front of her and lifted the lid.

And froze.

Inside the box lay a life-sized chocolate cock, complete with an intricate weave of veins and plum shaped cockhead. It had to be at least ten inches long with a three inch girth. She certainly couldn’t miss the two puncture wounds halfway up the shaft.

Vampire bites.

She drew in a deep steadying breath. Spicy musk scent poured off him and mingled with the dark chocolate, wrapping around her like a seductive glove. Her fangs throbbed with intense excitement. Her body tensed harder in raw awareness.

“What do you think, Julie?” he asked with a low growl lacing his otherwise soft voice.

“It’s getting late,” she found herself whispering, finding it quite difficult to keep her eyes off the giant cock.

She could barely breathe. Could barely keep herself under control.

“Perhaps you should try it? See what you think?”

Try it? Why did she think he meant more than just licking it and sucking it and taking it down her throat?

“I’m late for an appointment.”

“A date?” Was that anger lacing his voice? Annoyance blazing in his eyes? Did he think he had a claim on her? Now that thought certainly made her pussy cream warmer.

A sheen of perspiration blossomed across her forehead. She needed to get away from him. Needed to collect her thoughts. Her composure.

Surely he could smell her arousal because she could.

He stared at her, knowing amusement flashing over his face.

Yep, she definitely needed to get away from him and stay away from these hot males.

With trembling hands she replaced the lid on the box, concealing the delectable contents.

He stood.

“Okay, I’ll let you go.” He paused and then said, “This time.”

This time?

He headed for the door, all six feet three inches of jam-packed muscled vampire male.

Oh she wanted him. Wanted him so bad, she almost called out.

At the door he stopped and turned around.

She stopped breathing as he spoke.

“Let us know if that size works for you.”

Sweet vampires!

Julie frowned as he closed the door behind him. Lifting the lid off the box, she gazed at the chocolate cock realizing what he meant by that remark.

I’ll be back tomorrow with more on Jan Springer. Until then…

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

March 10, 2010

A Sneak Peek from the Queen

Jan Springer is here today with a short preview of her new book, NICE GIRL NAUGHTY, that will release later this year. In true Springer style, Jan has created another masterpiece.

NICE GIRL NAUGHTY
Jan Springer
Ellora’s Cave

BLURB:

Someone is murdering red-haired female artists and Summer Colby is smack in the killer’s crosshairs. Blind since nineteen, Summer is a famous erotic wood carver. When she barely escapes an attempt on her life, family friend and professional bodyguard Nick Cassidy vows to keep her safe.

Hiding together in a secluded wilderness cabin, she’s captivated by Nick’s thick, powerful muscles, firm abs and those hard, yummy male body parts. It doesn’t take long before he’s making love to her up against the bedroom wall and she’s going down on him on her wood carving table.

Nick Cassidy has been working overseas. He hasn’t seen Summer for ten years, since shortly after the accident that left her blind and she told him she didn’t love him. Their sexual attraction is stronger than ever and he discovers she’s still the same passionate woman sizzling with untapped sexual energy he left behind. Sweeping his gorgeous redhead into the erotic filled sex fest they’ve waited for years to experience, Nick realizes their hideout isn’t safe – until it’s too late.

EXCERPT:
(unedited)

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Summer called out as she heard the nearby alcove door of her California Carmel-by-the-Sea art gallery creak open. She turned to face the soft sound of the footsteps padding into the room where she’d been setting up her newest exhibit of erotic woodcarving.

“Hello? We don’t open until Monday morning,” she called to the intruder. Her assistant, Mary, had left only a few minutes ago to grab them a late night snack so they could finish up tonight and take tomorrow off to do some shopping for more supplies for her next batch of art.

Whoever had entered, it wasn’t Mary because the elderly lady walked briskly, like she meant business. Whoever was there, didn’t respond, but she could hear someone breathing somewhere to her left. Could actually feel her skin crawl as someone watched her. Uneasiness lashed her and she suddenly wished for her assistant to be back here.
Gosh, she hadn’t realized how dependant she was on Mary. Ever since the elderly woman had come into Summer’s life several months earlier, she’d been her eyes, describing the quaint European story book cottages lining the town streets they shopped at or explaining how the blue-green ocean interacted with the rocky coastline when Mary drove Summer to and from her art gallery.
“Hello?” she called out again, getting really nervous at the person’s rudeness for not answering her.

Ever since the accident ten years ago that claimed her vision she’d learned not to jump at every little sound. Freaking out would only riddle her with unwanted anxiety. She focused on using her other senses. Her ears could pick up sounds a normal seeing person couldn’t hear and her nostrils were definitely picking up the sharp scent of aftershave.
Okay. So it was a man and he possessed a dark dangerous scent she’d never smelled before. Despite not wanting to be, she suddenly felt frightened.

“Are you lost? My assistant can help you.” Despite her fear she managed to keep her voice surprisingly calm.
Reaching for the pager she kept strapped in a waist holster, she found herself fumbling with the tight clasp. As it snapped open and her hand touched the plastic pager the man’s harsh voice stopped her cold.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Ms. Colby.”

She froze. Whether it was, because of the heavy way he was breathing or because of his thick, sharp, commanding voice, instincts told her this guy meant her harm.
Fear zipped up a few notches and for a brief instant she couldn’t think of what to do, let alone which way to move.

“I’ve wanted you for too long, Summer,” the man whispered hoarsely. His breathing was getting heavier, quicker. She sensed him drawing closer. Moving very slowly. Like the cat getting ready to pounce on the blind mole.

Oh frig. He definitely meant to hurt her.

Now this is a book I definitely want to read! We’ll be sure to keep you posted on the release date for NICE GIRL NAUGHTY.

I’ll be back tomorrow with more on Jan Springer. Until then…

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

March 9, 2010

More from the Queen

Jan Springer is back today with two more of her delicious books to tempt us, JADE and TYLER’S WOMAN. Below are the yummy covers and stimulating excerpts.

Here’s a little more info for you on Jan. She has written more than twenty erotic romances for publishers such as Ellora’s Cave, Pocket Books, Total E Bound and more. She is a member of RWA and Passionate Ink. Jan writes full time in Minden Hills, Ontario Canada. Hobbies are kayaking, hiking, gardening, reading and writing.

Now grab your favorite beverage and enjoy!

JADE
Jan Springer
ISBN 9781419924750
Ellora’s Cave

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BLURB:
In the land of the rich and famous, people fulfill their deepest sexual desires by calling Kidnap Fantasies Inc., a top-secret kidnapping and fantasy organization.

When Jade Hart’s two sisters give her a Kidnap Fantasies Inc. questionnaire, Jade is aroused at the prospect of having sex with a stranger whose only job is to fulfill her every sexual fantasy. Although she knows she’s too shy to mail it in, she secretly pours her deepest wishes into the questionnaire. Soon it mysteriously vanishes and Jade’s fantasy man appears in the form of a well-hung handyman who gives her an erotic sex-toy-filled Christmas holiday she’ll never forget.

EXCERPT:
“Your clit is beautiful and puffy. Your cunt, soaking wet. Just the way I like it. Just the way I need you. You did good, keeping yourself aroused, Jade. You’re almost ready for me. But first, I have to prepare you. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Before she could ask him where he was going, he’d vanished.
A couple of minutes later, he returned holding the bowl of raw vegetables in his hand.

“I saw the way you looked at them during dinner. It gave me some delicious ideas.”

“What kind of ideas?” she could barely speak from all the excitement washing over her senses.

He grinned wickedly. “You’ll see.”

Instincts told her this man was going to do something to her with those vegetables.

Something wicked.

God help her she wanted him to do all sorts of things to her body.
Her senses exploded when he pulled a long thick carrot from the bowl.

Long male fingers stroked the orange object in the same tender way he’d done to it earlier after dinner. The carrot was about half the width of Caydon’s cock and about half as long.

“Vegetables are called the poor man’s sex toys, Jade. We’ll have to use these until I can get us some proper ones.”

Poor man’s sex toys? Until he can get proper toys? Exactly how long did he plan on staying? How long did he plan on having her tied up here?

The questions sat at the tip of her tongue but she didn’t dare ask. To tell the truth she didn’t want to know when he planned on leaving her. For now, she just wanted to pretend this man was hers, forever.

“Time to see how much you can take, Jade.”

“I can take whatever you dish out, Minnelli,” she threw back.

He inhaled sharply at her trembling words. His eyes darkened in the same way they’d done when he’d instructed her to pinch and pull at her nipples until the pleasure-pain had become so unbearable she’d cried out.

“We’ll see how much you can take, Jade. Spread your legs wider for me, honey. I’m going to give you something you won’t soon forget.”

Moisture dripped from her pussy at the husky promise in his voice. The scorching look in his eyes turned her body into a slab of heat and her cunt into a quivering mess. Even her breasts reacted to his intense gaze by tightening, swelling, becoming hard and eager to be caressed.

He leaned over her, the warm head of his rigid cock poked deliciously into her belly button as he grabbed a nearby pillow. Fluffing it up he stuffed it beneath her hips, which allowed him to raise her up higher exposing her fully to him.

“There, that’s much more comfortable. This will give me the perfect angle to enter you.”
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TYLER’S WOMAN
Outlaw Lovers
Jan Springer
ISBN 9781419916557
Ellora’s Cave

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BLURB:
In the near future, a virus has been unleashed, killing a majority of the world’s female population, forcing the introduction of the Claiming Law. A law that states men have all the rights and women are sexual property claimable by groups of men.

Laurie Callahan has always experienced red-hot pleasure and passionate love in Tyler Outlaw’s arms. But when he’s pronounced MIA, presumed dead in the Terrorist Wars, her world is shattered and her heart broken.

For years Tyler Outlaw and his best friend Hunter Brown endured brutal torture and worse in a terrorist prison. Finally free of their hell, they return home intent on seducing Laurie into their erotic-filled fantasies.

Shocked to discover Tyler is alive and he’s taken a male lover, Laurie is thrust into a sensual world of sizzling seductions, scorching ménages and the carnal desires that both scarred men crave. But she fears Tyler won’t want her when he discovers she’s not the same woman he left behind.

Reader Advisory: Contains references to non-consensual sex.

EXCERPT:
“Are you glad Tyler’s back?” he suddenly asked.

His question slammed into her like a bolt.

“You’d better close your eyes and sleep, Hunter. You still have a fever.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Of course I’m glad he’s back. Haven’t I let him—” She stopped herself cold. She’d been about to say hadn’t she allowed him to outfit her with a butt plug? With Hunter watching? Hadn’t she let him finger-fuck her in the meadow? And just now he’d been between her legs going down on her.

Her cheeks flamed hotter. From behind her Tyler chuckled softly.

Hunter smiled and said, “I’m getting the feeling Tyler has already started reacquainting himself with you. Showing you how glad he is to be back. Let me show you how glad I am to be back, Laura.”

She blinked at his words. Tried to disconnect from the magnetic teasing in his eyes, tried to ignore the lust flaring through her. Lust that made her nipples harden and her breath come faster.

“Close your eyes, Laura,” he said.

His voice caused turmoil inside her abdomen and she swallowed back the fright edging through her. Why was she reacting so strong to this man? She was supposed to be in lust and love with Tyler not Hunter. And yet she found herself aroused in his presence. Aroused just like when her fantasies of Tyler and Hunter hit. But this wasn’t a fantasy, this was reality.

Despite reality though, she found herself closing her eyes when he palmed her clothed left breast. He was cupping her. Cradling her. Testing her weight. And it felt so good.

“Tyler and I have waited a long time for you.”

“I…I don’t understand,” she murmured.

“You are all we talked about in prison. You were our escape from hell. You are our heaven. I know every intimate detail about you. What you like. What you dislike.”

She found herself trembling at his words. His touch.

“You’ll need some time to get reacquainted with Tyler. I’ll give it to you. You’ll need time to get used to the idea of my wanting you with every fiber of my being, my entire soul. But don’t be frightened. I love you as deeply as Tyler does, although you and I have never been intimate…except for that mind-blowing kiss.”

Confusion ripped her back to her senses. He wanted her. He loved her as much as Tyler? Not possible.

She pulled away and stood.
His eyelids were droopy. He looked sexy that way. Too sexy.
She couldn’t believe how hot and swollen and aching her left breast felt after he’d touched it for mere seconds.

He smiled. A sexy smile, a knowing look.
“You’ll enjoy what we have planned for you, Laura. You’ll love it when the butt plug comes out and we come inside of you. We’ll make all your sexual fantasies come to life.”

Laurie stepped back, shaking her head in denial.
Was that the only reason Tyler had outfitted her with the plug so he could share her with Hunter? He couldn’t have changed so much, could he?

“Don’t run away from us, Laura. I know you want us as much as we want you. I can see the hunger in your eyes. Just as I saw it in Tyler’s in prison. The three of us together, baby. Just as you and he were before the Wars. Just as he and I were during the Wars. You and me and Tyler after.”

This was crazy. Had what he’d said in his delirium been true? That he and Tyler were lovers?

And what about her reaction to his touch? Was it due to the X-virus? Or her true feelings?

Disbelief and confusion brought a rush of tears to her eyes. She was about to turn and run from the raw lust shining in Hunter’s eyes, away from the need heating her body, when she backed into a solid wall of hard flesh.

Strong hands curled over her shoulders, making her cry out in surprise.

“Easy, Laura. Easy.”

Tyler! She’d forgotten he was in the room. How had she so easily forgotten?

Her surprise disintegrated at the feel of his solid erection pressing against the crack of her butt cheeks while he steadied her. He was still turned-on. Turned-on by watching Hunter and her.
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Those excerpts will certainly perk up your morning.

I’ll be back tomorrow. Until then…

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

March 8, 2010

The Queen of Hot Sizzles

Six years ago I had the pleasure of meeting Jan Springer, a writing marvel and terrific person. After reading some of my work, Jan advised me to quit my day job and write full time. It was the best advise I’d ever received. Today, I’d like to introduce you all to this phenomenal author.

Jan Springer grew up in both the city of Oshawa, Ontario Canada and during weekends and summer holidays in the rustic woods of Haliburton Highlands in Northern Ontario’s cottage country. As early as the age of three she was fascinated by words. Around the age of twelve she secretly began to write short stories using characters from the television shows she watched.

While sixteen she visited relatives in Europe and picked up a copy of Harlequin’s Summer Rainfall by Kerry Allyne. Immediately she became a voracious reader of romance.

As she grew older, writing took a back seat in life and she pursued careers in hairstyling and accounting as well as doing temporary office and factory jobs as well as a few years working on an apple/blueberry farm. Through all her adventurous jobs, the urge to write continued to burn at the back of her mind.

In July of 1997 her writing life began to take focus following a car accident. Suddenly she realized she was wasting her time in not pursuing her true passion. She began with writing courses and studying the way authors write.

In 2000 she became electronically published and self-published and hasn’t looked back. Jan now writes for a living and is thankful for every minute she can write. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Passionate Ink, the erotic romance chapter of RWA. Her hobbies include kayaking, hiking, photography and tending her vegetable and flower gardens. She loves hearing from her readers.

You can learn more about Jan and her thigh squeezing books on her website and on her blog.

SINDERELLA
Jan Springer
ISBN: 9781419905049
Ellora’s Cave

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BLURB:
By day she’s a dedicated gynecologist.
By night Dr. Ella Cinder escapes reality by secretly performing in her own erotic, adult version of Cinderella, aptly re-titled Sinderella.

When sexy colleague Dr. Roarke Stephenson shows up in the Sinderella audience on the same night her Prince Charming stands her up, Ella seizes the opportunity to have Roarke for one carnal night of hot, blazing sex…in front of an audience.

But at the strike of midnight, Ella knows she must face harsh reality. Roarke can not learn her secret life and they can not be together again. Until then, she plans to make sure he never forgets their night of carnal play.

Dr. Roarke Stephenson is immediately captured by the lusciously curvy actress who hides behind a mask and is known only as Sinderella. For some insane reason she reminds him of his klutzy co-worker Ella. But that’s not possible. Ella would never have the nerve to do the wickedly delicious things Sinderella does to him…or would she?

EXCERPT:
Ella’s heart raced as she lay bound and naked on the gynecologist’s examination table. A fine sheen of perspiration laced her skin. Her hips undulated as Roarke fucked her with the dual vibrator. Sucking sounds of her soaked pussy clutching the sex toy just about drove her mad. Her well-lubed ass burned with pleasure-pain every time he thrust into her and the erotic way the stimulator slid softly over her aching clitoris had her pulling against her bound legs and wrists as she tried to escape the incredible sexual tension.

The rhythmic motions made her body hum, pulse, ache for release.

He’d kept her on the edge of a climax for so long she could barely think straight.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you since the first day I met you, Ella,” his deep voice smoothed over her flushed skin like a jolt of lightning.

“You want more, Ella?”

Excitement flared like a firecracker. Her body trembled.

She could barely see him through the sexual haze. Could hardly see his sparkling, lust-filled green eyes or the sexy smile he reserved only for her.

Oh, God!

She wanted his long, thick cock inside her, not the freaking vibrator!

“I want you,” she pleaded hoarsely, and thrashed her head back and forth. She needed to come so bad. Needed release or she would simply go mad with desire.

“Please, Roarke, please make love to me. Please fuck me,” she whimpered.

“And so you shall have me, Ella,” he said hoarsely. His face twisted with sexual hunger. “You shall have my big cock deep inside your tight little pussy—”

“Good morning, sorry I’m late,” Dr. Roarke Stephenson’s deep, masculine voice slammed into Dr. Ella Cinder’s fantasy like a sensual punch, making her suck in her breath and spill her coffee onto the elaborate oak conference table.

“Christ, Ella! You’re such a damn loser!” her stepmother’s harsh whisper made her flinch and Ella quickly threw a pile of napkins over the puddle of steaming coffee.

Her face flamed as her two stepsisters, Drs. Wanda and Manda Cinder elbowed each other gleefully and chuckled snidely beside her.

Bitches! Ella thought as she pushed against the bridge of her old black-framed glasses in order to keep them from falling off her nose while she wiped at the steaming coffee. From the corner of her eye she spied the man of her frequent sexual fantasies stroll into the room.

He scowled at her stepmother, obviously overhearing her rude remark, but thankfully, he said nothing. Roarke was still relatively new and she didn’t want him getting into trouble on her account.
When he passed by, his delicious male scent slammed into her with such a wicked force her senses spiraled into sexual awareness mode.

Oh, God! He always looked so damned sexy. He wore the traditional white lab coat fully opened, revealing a light green shirt that stretched across his big chest as well as a pair of tight jeans that cradled his awesomely huge bulge. With shoulder-length black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and a shadowy stubble covering his strong jaw, he looked more like a dangerous bad boy than a prestigious gynecologist.

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Jan and I will be back tomorrow with another book to tempt you.:) Until then…

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

March 6, 2010

Those Naughty Ladies Are Back!

The Naughty Ladies of Nice
Book One
FRENCH TART
Aspen Mountain Press
ISBN: 978-1-60168-281-9

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BLURB:

Determined to prove herself and shed her party girl image, Donatienne Dubois pins her hopes on the exclusive cooking school in Nice, France. One by one her expectations are shattered by a foul-mouthed parrot, a bogus Michelin chef, and a headmistress with a heart of tungsten steel. Her lifesaver is a bad boy hunk too hot not to handle.

Sebastien Reinard is incognito, hating every minute. To pose as a student while protecting a rich wild child is his version of hell, until he partners with the slice of Crème Brule good enough to eat.

Class takes on a whole new meaning as Doni and Sebastien heat up the kitchen when they discover honey has better uses than sweetening tea.

EXCERPT:

“Ooh la la, Mademoiselle, voulez-vous à la baise?”

Donatienne’s running shoes squeaked to a halt on the cracked, gray linoleum. Fuck him? She didn’t fuck just anyone, especially if she didn’t know his name.

“Not unless you have more money than I could ever dream of, you pig.” She refused to turn back toward the crackly voice.

“What? Is your pussy made from gold?”

She gritted her teeth. Insolent bastard.

“Yes, it is. And equipped with a set of rusty fangs to rip off anything that tries to get inside.” Smartass answers weren’t her best first impression at the haute cuisine cooking school she’d waited so long to attend. She had to shake the lowlife who thought he could get away with insults before Chef tossed her out.

Ignore him. Just keep moving. Doni straightened her shoulders and walked past the double door refrigerator.

“Perhaps you prefer to give Pierre a blow job. He would make it worth your time.” A cackle filled the air. “Come on, baby. You know you want me, you slut.”

The fine hairs at the nape of her neck jumped to attention. Doni whirled around, swinging out her arm. She launched her heavy tote at the dumpy man in the splattered apron planted in front of the stainless steel stove.

Ooof.

A satisfying sound to Doni’s ears as her bag connected with his diaphragm and he buckled.

She sprinted a dozen steps toward him, punching air until her fists mashed into his doughy flesh. He shot out his hands. She dodged to the right, away from his reach. Her feet slipped on the waxed floor. Flailing her arms, she grabbed for anything handy. Crash. A white cloud billowed up, blinding her. They fell to the floor with Doni on top, tangled in a mass of apron and legs.

“Protect your balls. Protect your balls. The slut is crazy.”

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I’ll be back next week. Until then…

Have a great weekend and Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

March 3, 2010

We Have Winners!

My January newsletter “Members Only Contest” was easy as always. All the entrants had to do was email me with AUSTRIA in the subject line. There are two winners and the prize is a free download of LONNIE HEATS UP.

And the lucky readers are:

EVA
TRISH

Thank you all for playing. I’ll be back next week. Until then…

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

March 1, 2010

Kick-Ass Chicks Are Cool

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.

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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

February 26, 2010

It’s Official

and here’s the Winners List from Love Romances Cafe’s Best of 2009.

Be sure to check out who won Honorable Mention for the Best Erotic Book 2009! I am ecstatic!!

Best Fantasy Book 2009:

WINNER: The Oath: Bound (Adrianne Brennan-Freya’s Bower)
Runner Up: Lycan Tides (Renee Wildes-Samhain)
Honorable Mention (TIE):
Strange Fortune (Josh Lanyon-Blind Eye Books)
The Scroll Thief (RF Long-Samhain)
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Best Paranormal Book 2009:

WINNER: Wild Blue Under (Judi Fennell-Sourcebooks)
Runner Up: Dark Elves 6: Awakening (Jet Mykles-Loose Id)
Honorable Mention (TIE):
Lover Avenged (JR Ward)
Silent Night, Haunted Night (Terri Garrey)
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Best Sci Fi/Futuristic Book 2009:

WINNER: Day 94 (DM Slate-Eternal Press)
Runner Up (TIE):
More Than Robotics (Lynn Crain-Extasy)
Surrender Love (Kayelle Allen-Loose Id)
Honorable Mention:
The Edge of Desperation (James Buchanan & Jason Edding-MLR)
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Best Book Cover 2009:

WINNER: Surrender Love (Loose Id; Artist-Anne Cain)
Runner Up: High Country (Loose ID; Artist-April Martinez)
Honorable Mention: Haunting Magic (Aspen Mountain; Artist-Syneca)
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Best Erotic Book 2009:

WINNER: Spank Me Twice Anthology (Noble Romance)
Runner Up: Dark Elves 6: Awakening (Jet Mykles-Loose Id)
Honorable Mention: Isabella Ignites (Sloane Taylor-AMP)
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Best Paranormal Author 2009:

WINNER: Kari Thomas
Runner Up: JR Ward
Honorable Mention (TIE):
Selena Illyria
Adrianne Brennan
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Best E-Publisher 2009:

WINNER: Samhain Publishing
Runner up: Extasy Books
Honorable Mention (TIE):
Dreamspinner Press
Eternal Press
Loose Id
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Best Shapeshifter Book 2009:

WINNER: Under A Shifter’s Moon (Kari Thomas-Black Lyon)
Runner Up: Fire Season (Lex Valentine-Pink Petal Books)
Honorable Mention: Bad Moon Rising (Sherrilyn Kenyon)
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Best GBLT Author 2009:

WINNER: Clare London
Runner Up: AJ Llewellyn
Honorable Mention: Jet Mykles
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Best Book All Around 2009:

WINNER: Her Heart, His Soul (Kari Thomas-Siren)
Runner Up: EPistols at Dawn (ZA Maxfield-Samhain)
Honorable Mention: Island Bois (AJ Llewellyn-Extasy)
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Best Vampire Book 2009:

WINNER: Diamond in the Shade (DJ Manly-Liquid Silver)
Runner Up (TIE):
Blood Curse (Mychael Black-Changeling)
Forbidden: The Ascension (Samantha Sommersby-Samhain)
Honorable Mention: Dominion (Michael Barnette-Loose Id)
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Best GBLT Book 2009:

WINNER (TIE):
Island Bois (AJ Llewellyn-Extasy)
EPistols at Dawn (ZA Maxfield-Samhain)
Runner Up: The Dickens with Love (Josh Lanyon-Samhain)
Honorable Mention: The Best Revenge (Andrew Grey-Dreamspinner)
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Best Contemporary Book 2009:

WINNER: True Colors (Clare London-Dreamspinner)
Runner Up: Rip Cord (Jeanne St. James-Phaze)
Honorable Mention: Kentucky Bride (Jan Scarbrough-Resplendance)
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Best Historical Book 2009:

WINNER: Sparta Rose (Ginger Simpson-Eternal Press)
Runner up (TIE):
Captain’s Surrender (Alex Beecroft-Samhain)
Harley Street (Lynne Connolly-Samhain)
Honorable Mention (TIE):
Love Comes Blindly (Phyllis Campbell-Champagne)
Lessons in Temptation (Charlie Cochrane-Samhain)
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Best Mystery/Suspense Book 2009:
*Includes Romantic Suspense, thriller*

WINNER: Blind Consent (Michael Davis-Champagne)
Runner Up: Dreamfever (Karen Marie Moning)
Honorable Mention: Kindred in death (JD Robb)
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Best Series 2009:

WINNER: Si `Ludo Prophecy Series (CR Moss-Extasy)
Runner Up: Dark Hunters (Sherrilyn Kenyon)
Honorable Mention: Dark Elves (Jet Mykles-Loose Id)

Have a wonderful weekend. I’ll be back next week. Until then…

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

February 23, 2010

There’s a Party

today at Love Romances Cafe. I’ll be there, joined by a few friends, between 10:00 and noon CST with plenty of fun conversation and prizes. Hope to see you.

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

February 15, 2010

LOVE ROMANCES CAFE BEST OF 2009 AWARDS

LRC has nominated ISABELLA IGNITES for Best Erotic Book 2009. It’s a great honor and I couldn’t be happier. I do need your help. Please cast your vote for ISABELLA IGNITES. I sure would appreciate it!

To vote:

Email dawn_roberto@yahoo.com with “LRC’s “BEST OF 2009″ Awards” in subject. If this is not in the subject it will not be counted. In the body of the email, list your votes by category, complete with the name and title for whom you are voting. (That’s dawn underscore roberto AT yahoo.com)

All entries are to be in by 2/23/2010. Any entries received after that will NOT be counted and automatically deleted.

To view the entire list of nominees, visit (in the files section)
http://groups. yahoo.com/ group/ LoveRomancesCafe/ ?yguid= 373976069

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
ISABELLA IGNITES http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/isabella-ignites/prod_271.html
FINNISH FANTASIES http://amberquill.com/AmberHeat/FinnishFantasies.html