October 31, 2008

We Have WINNERS!!!

Today’s the day to announce my winners in Tabitha Shay’s Halloween Blog Fest.
Here are my 10 Trivia Questions and Answers;

1 – Name the Naughty Ladies of Nice books in release order.
Ans. – French Tart, French Delights, French Twist, French Kiss, and French Tickler.
2- What was the satisfying sound to Doni’s ears when her bag connected with his diaphragm and he buckled?
Ans. – Ooof
3 – What did Doni think the scum bucket smelled like?
Ans. – Tarragon
4 – What song was Lisette mouthing while she watched the gardener?
Ans. – You Can Leave Your Hat On
5 – What did Lisette see the gardener easily hoist with one hand?
Ans. – A large shovel
6 – What kind of attitude did Donald think Claudette had?
Ans. – An irritating, hoity-toity attitude.
7 – What was Claudette wearing when Don came into the bathroom?
Ans. – A smile and her red stilettos.
8 - To what image did Rachel change her secret pirate?
Ans. – A swashbuckler
9 - Who else did Rachel remember with the same snotty attitude as Henri?
Ans. – An agent who thought children’s books were a bane to society.
10- When does French Tickler release?
Ans. – January 2009

And the winners are:
Angela
Judy
Kimberley
Mindy

Each winner recives her choice of book in the Naughty Ladies of Nice series.

The response was terrific! Thank you all for playing. And a HUGE THANKS to Tabs for hosting this fun contest.

Have a Happy Halloween,

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
PHOTO OP! www.aspenmountainpress.com
FRENCH KISS www.eternalpress.ca
www.sloanetaylor.com www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor

October 30, 2008

Last Clue

FRENCH TICKLER is the last book in the Naughty Ladies of Nice series. This sexy fun read releases January 2009. Here’s a bit to tease you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For the questions and additional clues check out my BLOG for this week. Be sure to email me your answers today. The four winners will be announced Friday morning.

Good luck!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
PHOTO OP! www.aspenmountainpress.com
FRENCH KISS www.eternalpress.ca
www.sloanetaylor.com www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor

October 29, 2008

A Clue, A Clue

More clues for the trivia contest Tabitha Shay is holding. It ends tomorrow so be sure to check out her BLOG for more author contests.

Naughty Ladies of Nice
Book Four

FRENCH KISS

Eternal Press
www.EternalPress.ca

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rachel knew the minute Henri slammed into the kitchen something was different. Actually, wrong would be a better word.

Several days later;
“How are you feeling this evening?” His voice held a professional icy tone. The same snotty attitude she remembered from that one agent who thought children’s books were a bane to society.

“Sore, but okay.” She laid the bread knife into the yellowed, porcelain sink and watched him pace back and forth across the wooden floor, heels tapping hard, his face a cold mask.

He dragged a fist from his pocket then jabbed a finger at her ring. “I see you have changed it to your right hand.”

Okay, something is seriously up.

“Didn’t want to risk leaving it somewhere.” She pressed back into the wooden cabinet, the cold metal drawer knob carving an indent in her butt. “Is there a problem?”

Instead of answering, he posed his own question, “Any memories yet?”

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Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
PHOTO OP! www.aspenmountainpress.com
FRENCH KISS www.eternalpress.ca
www.sloanetaylor.com www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor

October 28, 2008

Day Three and CLUES!

As a reminder, here are my 10 Trivia Questions;

1 – Name the Naughty Ladies of Nice books in release order.
2- What was the satisfying sound to Doni’s ears when her bag connected with his diaphragm and he buckled?
3 – What did Doni think the scum bucket smelled like?
4 – What song was Lisette mouthing while she watched the gardener?
5 – What did Lisette see the gardener easily hoist with one hand?
6 – What kind of attitude did Donald think Claudette had?
7 – What was Claudette wearing when Don came into the bathroom?
8 – To what image did Rachel change her secret pirate?
9 – Who else did Rachel remember with the same snotty attitude as Henri?
10- When does French Tickler release?

When you have the answers, please email them to sloanetaylor@comcast.net on or before October 30. Please type TRIVIA in the subject line. The winners will be drawn and announced October 31.

Prizes you ask? Well, I’m happy to tell you. Everyone who plays receives a goodie packet. There will be four top winners who will have their choice of one book from the Naughty Ladies of Nice series. Now let’s supply you with today’s clues.

Naughty Ladies of Nice
Book Three
FRENCH TWIST
Eternal Press
www.EternalPress.ca

http://www.eternalpress.ca/frenchtwist.html

BLURB:

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

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

EXCERPT:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You, mademoiselle, need a good spanking.”

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

Later that day Claudette stood in front of him wearing just a smile and her red stilettos heightened her awareness. And need. The dingy hallway seemed brighter; the stale air fresh with his unique scent of spice and lime. She sensed his desire as if it had life of its own, and knew this was right.

Her nipples pebbled, the shower fantasy fresh in her mind. Her gaze locked with his. She stretched an arm behind her and undid the oversize metal clip from her hair. With a toss of her head long strands cascaded below her shoulders, the ends tickling across her breasts.

His hands hung at his sides, fingers curled inward and knuckles white. An impressive bulge tented his slacks. She swiped her tongue across her dry lips and raised her head. His eyes were opened wide, intent, watching her, encouraging her to be bold.

In her mind a sensual melody began. She hummed softly, swaying her hips to the beat, watching him through half closed eyes to see him swallow. Hard. She glided a hand upward along her ribs, each movement slow and seductive to shock the uptight accountant into action.

His skin grew taut over high cheekbones as she traced her fingertips along the curve of her breast, allowing her index finger to graze a rigid nipple. The tight bud puckered more as she made small swirls around her areola. A familiar ache began low in her abdomen, intensifying with each stroke.

Dieu, how she wanted him.

He stood there as if transfixed, the sound of his breathing loud.

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
Francine On Fire www.aspenmountainpress.com
French Delights www.eternalpress.ca
www.sloanetaylor.com www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor

October 27, 2008

French Delights Clues

The Naughty Ladies of Nice
Book Two

FRENCH DELIGHTS

Eternal Press
www.EternalPress.ca
BUY LINK

BLURB:

Lisette Hugo arrives in Nice, France to rescue her irresponsible friend then pamper herself with an overdue vacation. As an added delight, her run down rental cottage comes complete with a sexy French gardener well equipped to satisfy all of her fantasies.

Paul D’Laquois, an impoverished research scientist scraping by on the remnants of his family’s estate, has poured his meager resources into his work. He couldn’t be happier when a wealthy tourist rents his dilapidated cottage. That she’s beautiful, seductive and more than interested in him convinces Paul he’s not as dried up as his orchard.

EXCERPT:

The harsh light beat down on him, casting a long lean shadow as it hid his strong features beneath a wide straw hat. He dipped the brim lower, almost as if he took pleasure in teasing her. His body moved in time to the steady beat of the sensual music playing in her mind. She mouthed the lyrics to a song she’d often heard from her parents’ bedroom, You can leave your hat on. A knowing smile tugged at her lips. She leaned back in the overstuffed chair, her hands resting on the threadbare arms, ready to appreciate yet another of his magnificent shows.

Each afternoon he performed, and each afternoon she’d cut short any appointments to have a front row seat and watch his striptease. A delicious habit she had become addicted to.

Lisette stared straight ahead, fascinated as the stud began his routine.

He flexed his arms and she pressed her thighs together, enjoying the pressure that built between her legs. His muscles rippled as he undid the first two buttons on his blue chambray shirt. He turned sideways, just enough to build the anticipation of baring his muscular chest.

The Chippendales had nothing on him, she thought scooting to the edge of her chair, grateful for the darkness in the room that shrouded her.

The stiff red lace on her bra pressed into her swollen breasts. She rolled her shoulders to make the fit more comfortable, but it did nothing to relive the tingle in her nipples.

She undid the first three buttons on her blouse, mimicking his actions. Her imagination raced at the thought of his long fingers on her. Pretending it was his, she dipped a finger down her cleavage. Her breath came in short pants and echoed in the now silent room.

He tugged his shirttails from his slacks in a smooth move that exposed his sharply defined abs. Droplets of sweat glistened on his bronze flesh as he lowered the shirt from his body. Lisette watched, her eyes glued to the beads as they crawled down his back, delving below his waistband. She swiped her tongue over her parched lips, wishing she could lap up every single drop.

Neatly, he folded the worn cloth then bent and laid it at his feet. His languid movements a beautiful torture to this single woman. He allowed his hat to roll off his head and down his arm then placed it on the shirt. His black ponytail brushed against the thick column of his neck. The loose ends of the thin leather strip holding his lion’s mane in place grazed the small white scar on his shoulder.

He stretched his arms high in the air then arced them downward and rested his hands at the small of his back. Slowly, he swiveled his upper body from side to side. She licked her lips again as she stared at his dark brown nipples, tight and pointy.

His muscles rippled as he bent over to do something with his black work boots. The material of his worn khaki slacks pulled tight across his perfect ass, accentuating the outline of his large balls. Perspiration moistened her skin as she thought about cupping him in her hand, maybe even taking a small taste. She brushed at a strand of hair that had worked loose from her plastic clip, not wanting to miss one second of this perfect man in action.

He stood then tugged on his belt at the exact location her hand itched to stuff a wad of paper euros. She shrugged out of her blouse, her body heat too hot to bear the thin fabric.

She traced an index finger around her puckered nipple, squeezing her thighs tight together. The need to release the orgasm pounding in her trembling body intensified.

Lisette stood and lifted her hair off her damp neck, swaying her hips in time with his. Her eyes closed for a brief moment as she reveled in the fantasy of his hard body pressing her onto a bed. She opened her eyes to see his bright sapphire gaze watching her. A knowing smile played on his full lips.

He easily hoisted a large shovel with one hand, swinging the handle up close to his flat stomach. He wrapped his hands around the black metal, shoving the tip into a dirt pile. His ass thrust forward as the blade burrowed in deeper then he tossed the soil under an almost dead tree. With every repeat of the sexy movement, his speed increased and her temperature climbed until the little hill was gone.

“Way to move that spade, baby.” Her hands shook as she combed her fingers through the tangled strands of her long hair.

The need to feel him inside her coiled through her body and settled in her dripping sex. She slid her skirt over her hips, allowing it to puddle to the floor. With one arm wrapped tight across her breasts, she skimmed her other hand down until it reached the soft flesh of her abdomen. She traced the lacy band of her wet thong until she slid her fingers beneath the silky triangle that covered her mound. Soft moans escaped her dry throat as she glided two fingers lower through the damp hairs. Expertly she parted the slick folds of her swollen labia, begging for a man’s tongue to lap between them.

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
Francine On Fire www.aspenmountainpress.com
French Delights www.eternalpress.ca
www.sloanetaylor.com www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor

October 26, 2008

Another Clue from FRENCH TART

Doni is one tough chick.

EXCERPT:

“Right, and this is only foreplay.” Just to leave a permanent impression on the scruffy chef’s assistant, she yanked his handlebar moustache until her fingertips were covered with what she hoped were tears.

A pair of strong arms wrapped across her breasts then lifted her off the scum bucket that reeked of tarragon.

“Mademoiselle, calm yourself.” His rich baritone did nothing to soothe her. It created the opposite effect, which shocked Doni as a coil of heat charged to her clit.

She spun around in the now relaxed circle of muscle and sinew, ready to either claw out his eyes or flip him to the floor. Her mind wanted to do one while her trembling body thought the floor would prove more interesting. The hollow of his throat was lip level to her with curly brown hairs peeking over the ragged edge of black his tee-shirt. With effort she tore her thoughts away from licking his muscular neck and forced her glance up to his face, only to be met with a pair of twinkling, amber eyes. Nausea rolled over her.

“Chef Bonnot, I’m so sorry.” The urge to bow and kiss his hand overwhelmed her.

“No, no, mademoiselle, you have…”

“I apologize, sir.” Damn, her cherished plans to own a five-star restaurant flashed before her eyes. Somehow she had to make this right. For once she would prove to her father she wasn’t the major screw up he thought. She choked back the tears, threatening to gush like Niagara Falls. “I wouldn’t normally act like this, but your helper talks like a pig and I over-reacted. I’m really sorry.”

He laid his fingertips over her lips. Strong and warm. A shiver ran through her at the thought of sliding her tongue over the pads.

“Stop talking.” She sucked in air. A sensual aroma of lime and spice filled her lungs as she stared up at the king of haute cuisine.

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
Francine On Fire www.aspenmountainpress.com
French Delights www.eternalpress.ca
www.sloanetaylor.com www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor

October 25, 2008

New Clue from Sloane

The Naughty Ladies of Nice
Book One
French TART
Eternal Press

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.”

BUY LINK: http://www.eternalpress.ca/frenchtartnew.html

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
Francine On Fire www.aspenmountainpress.com
French Delights www.eternalpress.ca
www.sloanetaylor.com www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor

October 24, 2008

Let the Party Begin!

For the next seven days Tabitha Shay, along with a host of authors, is having a Halloween Blog Fest. We’re each posting all kinds of excerpts with trivia question clues in them. You, the reader, emails your answers to the author. Check out more on Tabitha’s BLOG.

Each day I’ll post at least one excerpt or piece of information with a clue to my 10 Trivia Questions which are;

1 – Name the Naughty Ladies of Nice books in release order.
2- What was the satisfying sound to Doni’s ears when her bag connected with his diaphragm and he buckled?
3 – What did Doni think the scum bucket smelled like?
4 – What song was Lisette mouthing while she watched the gardener?
5 – What did Lisette see the gardener easily hoist with one hand?
6 – What kind of attitude did Donald think Claudette had?
7 – What was Claudette wearing when Don came into the bathroom?
8 – To what image did Rachel change her secret pirate?
9 – Who else did Rachel remember with the same snotty attitude as Henri?
10- When does French Tickler release?

When you have the answers, please email them to sloanetaylor@comcast.net on or before October 30. Please type TRIVIA in the subject line. The winners will be drawn and announced October 31.

Prizes you ask? Well, I’m happy to tell you. Everyone who plays receives a goodie packet. There will be four top winners who will have their choice of one book from the Naughty Ladies of Nice series.

Now let’s get this party started!

EP and I have come up with a sexy little five book series, Naughty Ladies of Nice. Each book starts in Nice, France with one true French character who gets swept away by the perfect North American.

The titles are;
French Tart out now
French Delights out now
French Twist out now
French Kiss JUST RELEASED
French Tickler coming January 7, 2009

I’ll be back later with more excerpts and clues!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

October 23, 2008

BLOG FEST with PRIZES

HAPPY EARLY HALLOWEEN!!!

Tabitha Shay is hosting a Trivia Contest on her blog site, beginning Oct.24, thru Oct.30, and WOW!!! is it going to be fun. The winners will be announced on the morning of Oct. 31st, so you’ll have a week to find the answers and post them in the comment section. Tabs is giving away a package deal of all four of her E-Books as well as some other goodies.

Several of the Eternal Press authors have agreed to join in on the fun and will have their own prizes and trivia questions about their books. Each author will post ten questions about their books, reviews, blurbs, or something about EP, so please mark the dates on your calendars and plan to drop by to join in on the fun. It’s going to be like a scavenger hunt, but most all your answers will be found in the excerpts posted or on the EP website.

My own prizes include free downloads from The Naughty Ladies of Nice series along with goodie packets.

From Oct. 14th through Oct. 23rd., we’re posting excerpts about our books on the EP Reader’s Loop.You’ll be able to learn what’s happening between the pages of our books to help you with the contests. HINT: You might want to pay a visit to the author’s websites, some questions may come from those places as well.

When the contest begins on the 24th, please remember to put the name of the author whose contest/questions you are entering/answering in the comment section of Tabs blog or email the author directly.

Be sure to check back Oct. 31, to see the list of lucky winners. Of course, you’re welcome anytime at our web or blog sites, so drop in, say hello, we love hearing from readers and fans…See you there!!! Also, you might want to make a temporary file of the excerpts so you’ll have them to refer back to in order to answer the trivia questions pertaining to our books and don’t worry, if you missed the first excerpts, they’ll be reposted until the 23.

LIST OF CONTRIBUTING AUTHORS SUBJECT TO CHANGE:

KIM RICHARDS

Janet Elizabeth Jones

Good luck Everyone!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than hell

October 16, 2008

More from Esther Mitchell

This is Esther’s newest book. It’s a power packed story that will addict you to this creative author.

HE SACRIFICED EVERYTHING,
AND FOUND A REASON TO LIVE AGAIN…

Peter Talladay never expected to lead a normal life again, after his battle against a demon in the Iraqi desert left him partially crippled. Accepting his infirmity seemed the only sane, and logical, thing to do. But visions of an ancient cairn and a howling Irish Banshee have risen up to trouble his dreams, and his immobile state frustrates him. Then, when beautiful, fiery Hope MacKenzie ventures into his world, he finds a whole new reason to be afraid. Now, the chasm of his nightmare is growing steadily, and only a man strong enough to cross the bowels of Hell itself would ever have a chance at the Heaven Peter craves.

ISBN: 978-1-60168-089-1
Buy At: ASPEN MOUTAIN PRESS

EXCERPT:
A rumble, off in the distance, brought Peter’s attention from his memories as his eyes moved to the quickly-darkening sky overhead. A storm rolled in, fast. Peter straightened, concern flitting through him.
The river. She’s gone to the river.
His pulse jumped in panic. Cleary River became swift and dangerous whenever it rained. Images of Hope swept away in the roaring tumult flooded his mind. Peter fought them the way Hope taught him. He drew deep, cleansing breaths and told himself to calm down. He had to trust Hope. She was an intelligent, capable woman and an accomplished rider. She’d know better than to go near the storm-swollen river.
She was angry.
Fear clenched in his gut and propelled him toward the barn.
He saddled Topaz awkwardly, before Cain’s loud barking drew his attention. An avalanche of water hit the barn’s shingled roof, and Peter froze as icy realization dropped through his stomach. Dear God, this was no small thundershower. The boom of thunder that followed shook the entire building, and lightning spiked so close he heard it crack one of the trees in the orchard as the scent of ozone filled the air.
Someone will die. The gleeful voice of the demon prickled his brain with dread. Hope was caught out in this! Panic gripped him, and he turned, too fast. His right knee buckled as pain ripped through his head and seared his eyes. With a cry of surprise and agony, he grabbed for the edge of the stall, gripping it for dear life as he swayed under the force of the demon’s assault. Images of a falling bird, its feathers aflame… of Hope, blood streaming from a bullet hole in her temple, underscored by sinister laughter, burned into his vision, and a terror unlike any he’d ever known seized Peter so hard he shook with its violence.
“God in Heaven! Hope!” His cry was ragged, frantic, and he cursed his useless legs. “Hope… no… please, no!”
“Peter?” Hope’s soft, concerned query shattered the horrible images, and snapped him back to his surroundings so fast he nearly doubled over with the shock of it. She stood beside him, drenched but unharmed. Her hand hovered over his arm and her eyes were violet with worry. The breath rushed from Peter’s lungs, and his heart expanded in relief. She was the most welcome, and beautiful, sight ever. “Peter, what’s the matter?”
He couldn’t answer her, in that moment, if his life depended on it. Relief, so sharp it burned straight through him, stabbed his chest and robbed him of breath. His hand trembled as he reached to cup her soft cheek, and brushed dripping curls from her damp skin. Suddenly, the question he avoided for so long became a driving need he could no longer deny.
“What would it take for you to trust me?”
She gave him a quizzical look, even as she turned away to reach for one of the rags on a peg by the empty stall. “I do trust you.”
“Enough to let me make love to you?”

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HOPE OF HEAVEN is a terrific book and one you won’t want to miss. I’ll be back next week. Until then…

Happy Writing!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell