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February 17, 2009 | Excerpts

Today we’re fanning the flame with FRANCINE ON FIRE.

Magnificent Men of Munich
Aspen Mountain Press



Francine Daniels doesn’t trust men. Not since two husbands and a con artist ruined her life. After years of struggle – during which she took back control and soared to new heights – there is no place in her plans for a German hottie…Even if she does burst into flames at his touch.

Heicke Brewer already made one disastrous trip down the aisle, and never plans to go that route again. He prefers the parade of international beauties lined up outside his bedroom door to enjoy his ‘satisfaction guaranteed’ reputation…Until he meets an American pixie too hot not to handle.


Francine slipped out the side door of the dining room when Heicke turned his back. Less than confident, she walked alone across the silent, black golf course. Her imagination played tricks as the tree branches swayed in the cool breeze, casting spidery images of boogie men in front of her. She looked up at the sky, praying the clouds would clear and all the moon to give off more light.

Dammit. Her shoe caught, yet again, in the wet grass. The damned expensive things were being ruined with every step she took. She wiggled her ankle, only to sink further into the mud. The only option left was to take off the shoe. Gathering her skirt so it wouldn’t get soaked, she bent over.

A twig snapped.

“Holy shitta.”

A hand clamped over her mouth. Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, and every bloodcurdling creature Stephen King ever wrote about had joined together to attack her. She’d never been so scared, even when she had lived in her old car and been dumb enough to park it overnight at a drug house.

She jerked around, flailing her arms. Crack. Teetering as the heel broke off her sandal, she smacked into a solid wall of muscle.

“Shush Pixie. It is me, Heicke.” He wrapped his arms around her and she choked back a sob.

“Are you crazy?” Her heart pumped faster than a jet engine during take off. “You scared the living hell out of me.”

“It was not my intention.” He rubbed his hand rhythmically over her back, easing out her fear. She snuggled into him, grateful for his warmth. A spicy scent enveloped her as he pulled his coat around her shoulders. “You were very beautiful in the mirror and I became curious as to why you would leave without me.”

“I figured you’d get around to that eventually. After we were, ah, driving back from the shed, I forgot all about the charity donations.” Even to her the truth sounded stupid.

“And you thought it best to come out here alone?” She couldn’t see his face, but his suspicious tone said it all. “In the middle of the night?”

“What? You thought I came out here to lay some guy?”


He tapped a gentle finger on her lips. “No, perhaps I do not understand because of the idiosyncrasies of other languages. At least I hope that is my problem. Please explain about this laying of the golfers and why you did not wait for me.”

“You have a problem, all right.” She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip and her heart skipped a couple of beats. “And there’s no help needed, Pup. I’m perfectly capable of surviving on my own.”

“So I see, and may I add you are making a fine job of it.” Lucky for his, his tone seemed to hold humor. “I know you, Pixie, better than you realize. Logic tells me you are not out here to have sex with someone.”

“Thank you for noticing.”


Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

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Not only does Teddi Turn On, but…

September 1, 2008 | Excerpts

David can’t keep his eyes to himself.

Back at his chair, David watched her reflection in the window and couldn’t figure out why she had seized his interest. Sure she had great tits and a fantastic ass, but he wasn’t a lech. Yet something about the woman made his cock jump to attention and all decent thoughts flip right out of his brain.

Obviously she was enjoying whatever her thoughts were. That sexy little expression gave her away, but not as much as the slow way she crossed her legs then squeezed her thighs together. What he wouldn’t give to be inside her head right now. Or better yet, inside her. Hot and wet. His two favorite sensations.

The possibility of being seated next to her on his flight to Germany brought on a strong desire to join the Mile High Club, an elite group he’d never before considered. He slid down in the chair, crossed his legs at the ankles, and explored his fantasy.

The light was passing into dark as she lifted his hand to her full mouth, sucking one finger at a time, while her smoldering gaze held his. His other hand roamed over her thin blouse and pulled it from her waistband. His fingers brushed her soft skin, inching up to free her incredible breasts. Soft kitten sounds from deep in her throat filled his ears, as his thumb and forefinger pinched and tugged on her engorged nipple.

Her face turned up, anticipating his kiss. He swiped his tongue over her hot lips before plunging in, imitating his strongest desire.

He worked her zipper free, then slid her slacks down over her hips and filled his hands with her perfect, rounded ass. She kicked off the restrictive clothes and climbed atop him after freeing his cock from his painfully tight jeans. Her long legs straddled his hips. When the heat from her pussy touched the tip of his cock, he plunged into her, praying for an air pocket to drive him in deeper, taking his sensation higher. His name was wrenched from her ripe mouth as he pounded…

“Mr. Stiefel.”

Why in the hell would she call him mister at a time like this?

Check out more of TEDDI TURNS ON at Aspen Mountain Press.

I’ll be back during the week with a few excerpts to fan the flame. Until then…

Happy Reading!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

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Turning Up Your Temperature

August 30, 2008 | Excerpts

As promised, here’s the second instalment from TEDDI TURNS ON. Check out Teddi’s reaction to the hot hunk.


Teddi stared out the rain-streaked windows at the busy tarmac. Her mind too absorbed with the Munich tour operator, who had done 180 degrees on their contract, to appreciate the parade of jets taxiing along the horizon or the sexy man who had found her airline tickets. Every phone call into her busy travel agency had been from an agitated customer ready to blame her for the radical changes to the European tour they had paid a hefty dollar to enjoy.

Maybe she’d better make one last phone call in the hope that damn Bavarian tour operator, who had been screwing with her head, had finally grown some balls and decided to do the right thing.

She flipped open her cell phone and after two rings heard Francine Daniels, the sovereign of all office managers, answer.

“It’s me, Francie, any word from Munich?” She held her breath, praying for good news.

“No, doll, no word from Fritz the Faker. I took the liberty of calling the bank. Sorry to add more woe to an already crappy day, but he’s cashed that big check you insisted on sending him. We’re in a world of hurt if he doesn’t follow through on his contract.”

“I’m not going to let this crook get away with it.” The cool front she presented to the world would not crumble.

“So get going, Theodora, your flight should be ready to board.”

“Please, I detest that name. It sounds so Old World?”

“Well, that’s where you’re going, kid. I envy you. Think of all those sexy foreign guys.”

Teddi shook her head. Men held no interest for her.

“Don’t you think it’s time you took off your ring?” asked Francine.

“No. I don’t.” She twisted the simple gold band around her finger, hurt by the insensitive suggestion.

“It’s time you stopped hiding out in this office and move on. Eligible men aren’t falling from the sky.”

“And I don’t care if they are. Give it up.” Even though Matthew was dead, in her heart she was still his wife.

“Go on your trip, relax, get a massage. Meet a man. Get laid,” said the irascible Francine. “It’s time, Teddi.”

Of course she missed the intimacy of marriage. The sex had been great and it sure beat the hell out of aspirin to get rid a headache. She was so tense and frustrated she’d do just about anything to get some relief. She closed her eyes, rotated her head, and heard enough cracks and pops to make her crave a good massage.

The darkened room and soft music helped her to relax. She stretched out on the table, shifting just enough to take the pressure off her nipples. Her arms hung limply over the table edge as she watched the masseur enter. With the soft snick of the lock, she realized they were alone. There she was, naked except for the warm towel draped across the swell of her butt. There he was, all male and tanned with a white tee shirt stretched across his rock-hard chest.

A trace of something spicy floated around her just as his warm hands slid up her spine. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped as he rubbed purposefully to relieve the tension in her shoulders. Everything felt so good. His slick hands gliding down her torso, the music, the warm oil, ooh especially those hands as they took control of her muscles and thoughts. His thumbs pressed deeper into her tight flesh as his fingers spread across her back. The warmth skittering over her skin was so intimate and welcome, reminding her of all that she missed. He pushed firmer, sliding up, down, and out. His fingers skimmed the side of her breast. She held her breath. A deep chuckle filled the room.

“You like?”

“Oh, yes.” She twisted to relieve the tingling in her nipples, exposing her breast. His index finger traced her puckered aureole as his palm massaged her, making her vagina swell.

The towel dipped as he moved lower and stroked her butt. His long fingers slid between her cleft, setting off sensations she’d only dreamt about. Her hips jerked as he moved lower yet. Somehow the scrap of cloth had disappeared.

He shifted her legs apart as he caressed her thighs. His fingers delved higher until they lightly stroked…

I’ll be back in the morning with another excert. Until then…

Happy Reading!

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

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Need a Little Turn On?

August 28, 2008 | Excerpts

Then let me help you get your juices flowing. Here’s a little something from TEDDI TURNS ON to start you off.


No one’s going to take advantage of Teddi Howard again, including the Munich tour operator who screwed her over when he reneged on their contract. Her only option is to face the little weasel.

Nothing stands in the way of the prominent, German businessman David Stiefle, especially a woman. No way is he ever getting involved, even if she is the sensual Mrs. Howard.


David Stiefel’s eyes kept track of the copper-haired female while he rolled up the sleeves of his striped shirt. The woman was oblivious to the stir she created as she strolled through the crowded O’Hare Airport Business Class Lounge. He stroked an index finger over his lips and studied her sleek figure in form fitting slacks. The appealing rear view was too good to miss. The pleasure of not seeing a panty line forced him to shift in his chair to adjust for the sudden pull in his jeans.

She bent over, hung her jacket across the chair back, and glanced over her shoulder at him. Their gaze held as a smile tweaked the corner of his mouth. He crumpled the wrappings from his beef sandwich and knew he’d just been offered dessert. Now all he had to do was make his move.

As his good luck would have it, right there on the floor, just a few meters away was an airline ticket dropped by some unsuspecting person. Ha, unsuspecting, his Aunt Hilda. He knew that delicious looking woman had done it as a ploy to meet him.

He stood and paced off the few steps, never taking his eyes from her. He stooped, scooped up the packet, and walked the few extra feet before he glanced at the name printed in bold marker across the front. When he held it toward her she fumbled with her purse and carry-on as if she didn’t know she’d lost such an important set of documents. Very cool.

Standing in front of her, he leaned down just enough to catch her scent. Shalimar. His favorite.

“Bitte, Frau, are you missing something?” He liked the way her eyes widened as if she were surprised. She was good.

“Thank you.” She reached out a slender hand. Thank God there wasn’t any of that garish nail art so many women seemed to prefer.

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Please check back over the next four days to read the next two installments. Until then…

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