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Newsletters – 2012

November 2012

It’s hard to believe the holiday season begins in a few short weeks. Again, we are hosting a sit-down dinner on Christmas Eve for our family and friends. This year the menu is Italian. All the kids are excited to have something they like for a change. If you have any suggestions, I’m happy to hear them.

IT’S TIME TO CELEBRATE!

Last issue our contest was to email me with NEWSLETTER in the subject line for a chance to win a copy of SULTRY IN SWEDEN by yours truly. Two names were drawn. And the winners are:

DENA W
GEORGE M

Thank you to all who entered and I hope you play again this newsletter.

Next good news…

MASQUERADE, heat level 4, is attractively priced at $2.99 on both Musa Publishing and Amazon. The sales are approaching stratosphere level!

Here’s a short intro to tempt you:

Chicagoan Clancy Marshall is confident her dream vacation in Venice will be a success. From gondola rides to masked balls, she is eager to experience it all. With game plan in hand, Clancy sets out to explore the mysteries of Venice and every aspect of its hidden pleasures.

Vittore Ricci comes from an old Venetian family that claims two doges in their lineage. A straight-laced Count who never does anything without serious consideration, Vittore ensures his reputation is never tainted. Until a sexy American tourist offers an opportunity no man can refuse.

ON A PERSONAL NOTE

It is official. I am in remission! Thank you all for the prayers and good wishes. I sincerely appreciate them and believe I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t extended yourselves to support me.

Studs and I are looking forward to the holidays. He’s inventorying the adult beverage cabinet and replenishing with great fervor. I’m scrawling out list after list for our annual holiday meals and loving every minute of it. No doubt about it, this year we will celebrate to the fullest.

ON WRITING

Musa Publishing has contracted ten of my books! The first release is January 4 with one following every month. All the books are contemporary romance with a Heat Level 4. We’re currently deciding on the best titles. I’ll let you know the final decisions when each book is available.

YOU’RE INVITED

To check out my blog Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell.

On Mondays I introduce you to one of my author friends and their work. Genres from Young Adult to Erotica to Man Love are represented, with a new author each week.

“It’s Wednesday. So, What’s Cooking?” has with complete menus to help make your life a little easier. There’s a dedicated page to click on to see the past menus. Also, people have emailed me to alert them when the new recipe goes live. Early Wednesday morning they receive a message that shows that week’s menu, then they can click onto it if interested. If this appeals to you, please email me at sloanetaylor@comcast.net with FOOD in the subject line and I’ll happily add you to the mailing list.

CONTEST

It’s time for another Newsletter Members Only Contest. We’re staying with easy because many of you have emailed you enjoy it. There will be 2 winners. The prize is a free download, SHIFTING HEARTS by Dominique Eastwick, book one in the Wiccan Haus series. This book is a Heat Level 4 with explicit language.

Here’s the blurb:

The last of his kind…

Rekkus is the last of the great Black Tiger weres and he is happy to stay that way. Working as security for the Wiccan Haus, a magical spa for inner healing, he has enough danger – and women – to keep him busy. Unfortunately, the Fates are not content with him being comfortable.

Alone and discouraged…

Dana has walked away from all she has known, her fiancé, family, apartment, and job. Now, having a ticket to the Wiccan Haus may be the only way she can move on. But what she finds isn’t what she expects, nor is it what she thought she was looking for.

Meet the unusual residents of the Wiccan Haus. The staff can get a little hairy and not all of the guests eat what’s served in the dining hall. But the proprietors always do what they can to make the resort into a place of healing and peace, using all of their years of practice. At the Haus, where humans and Paras reside side-by-side, everyone in need of the Rowan siblings’ services are welcome.

WELCOME TO THE WICCAN HAUS.

And a short excerpt:

Rekkus paced in the shallow water. He ran his hand through his hair in a show of frustration. Just as her nerves didn’t think they could take anymore, he said, “Why are you here?”

“Myron told me to come here.”

He stopped pacing glared in the direction of where Myron would be then began to pace again. “Damn her. I spent all day avoiding you and she sends you right to me. You need to leave now.”

“Why?”

“It’s not safe for you here with me. I left you alone last night; if you stay I am not sure I can honor that request a second time.”

“I felt it too,” she blurted out, unable to keep it to herself any longer.

He moved so fast she never saw him actually take a step. All of a sudden she was wrapped in his wet arms, her breast pressed against his chest, making her now damp shirt cling to her body. His eyes searched hers. He must have seen what he was looking for, the desire she felt. Before she could form another thought, his lips were on hers in a feverous need. Demanding she open for him, and no part of her thought for a second to deny him anything. Butterflies churned in her stomach making her shake. She had never felt this; this fire that threatened to engulf her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his wet hair and deepened the kiss. His moan was all she needed to gather the nerve and strength to push him forward. She knew what he wanted. Knew what he most desired, because she wanted it to. She wanted him, all of him, every naked inch, right here, next to this lake not a ten minute walk from the Haus. Anyone could stumble across them and she didn’t care. It almost added to the allure of everything. What she needed it to be.

Something more than she ever knew she needed. He was pushing her past her comfort zone forcing her to accept there was a sexy seductress screaming to be let out.

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To enter, simply email me at sloanetaylor@comcast.net, on or before January 15. Please type NEWSLETTER in the subject line.

As always, I love to hear from you. Feel free to email me, sloanetaylor@comcast.net, any time.

Thank you again for allowing me to update you on my life. Keep warm. I’ll be back in February. Until then…

To all my USA friends, I wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving!

To Everyone, no matter what your religious beliefs, I wish you a Beautiful Holiday Season and a Perfect New Year.

Happy Reading!

Sloane
www.sloanetaylor.com

 

 

August 2012

Summer has raced by. Soon it will be time for chili and football and flannel shirts. I can’t help but wonder where did all the time go? It seems it passes faster each year and I’m not happy about that.

IT’S TIME TO CELEBRATE!

Last issue our contest was to email me with NEWSLETTER in the subject line for a chance to win a copy of PLAYING FOR KEEPS, book four in the Montana Men series by Jayden Chelcee. Two names were drawn. And the winners are:

CRYSTAL
TEWANDA

Thank you to all who entered and I hope you play again this newsletter.

ON A PERSONAL NOTE

This has not been the summer Studs and I expected. After many months of losing my voice and feeling like yuck, I went to an ear, nose, and throat doctor. The exam confirmed my suspicions. He did a biopsy May 29 and diagnosed me with stage 3 larynx cancer. A second opinion with a surgeon gave the same diagnosis, except the surgeon warned me the cancer had started to spread and if I fooled around, seeing the New Year would be iffy.

Being the obstinate Southside Chicago reprobate that I am, I refused to let negativity win. Hell, just for fun I named the tumor Eunice.

With an amazing team of doctors, nurses, technicians, office staff, and personal support, I forged ahead with my smart-alecky attitude. There were times I wanted to quit or sit in the corner and whine, but then I thought about all the other cancer victims who had it so much worse than me and realized just how fortunate I really was.

After thirty-eight radiation treatments and nine serious chemo sessions, I am feeling almost human and on the road to being whole.

Now let’s get back to the fun stuff!

CONTEST

It’s time for another Newsletter Members Only Contest. We’re staying with easy because many of you have emailed you enjoy it. There will be 2 winners. The prize is a free download, SULTRY IN SWEDEN book two in the Melt the Ice series by yours truly.

Here’s the 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…

And a short 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…

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To enter, simply email me at sloanetaylor@comcast.net, on or before October 5. Please type NEWSLETTER in the subject line.

As always, I love to hear from you. Feel free to email me, sloanetaylor@comcast.net, any time.

Thank you again for allowing me to update you on my life. Keep warm. I’ll be back in November. Until then…

Happy Reading!

Sloane
www.sloanetaylor.com

 

 

May 2012

Spring is here and the flowers are blooming. I welcome this new season with open arms and a trunk load of veggies and herbs to plant. As an experiment, I’m attempting strawberries in a hanging basket. Anyone ever have luck with that?

IT’S TIME TO CELEBRATE!

Last issue our contest was to email me with NEWSLETTER in the subject line for a chance to win a copy of CHASING WINTER, book one in the Warm Rush series by Rowan McBride. Two names were drawn. And the winners are:

BARBARA
GTWM

Thank you to all who entered and I hope you play again this newsletter.

Next good news…

MASQUERADE, heat level 4, will be released by Musa Publishing. No date is set. I’ll let you know more in the August newsletter. Here’s a little to wet your appetite.

Blurb:

Chicagoan Clancy Marshall is confident her dream vacation in Venice will be a success. From gondola rides to masked balls, she is eager to experience it all. With game plan in hand, Clancy sets out to explore the mysteries of Venice and every aspect of its hidden pleasures.

Vittore Ricci comes from an old Venetian family that claims two doges in their lineage. A straight-laced Count who never does anything without serious consideration, Vittore ensures his reputation is never tainted. Not even by the sexy American tourist who falls into his arms.

Excerpt:

Green eyes sparkling behind delicate shades of purple feathers held him hostage. Vittore thought he had recognized her the moment she walked onto the pier. When she spoke, he knew his search had finally ended. Determination and desire had persevered. The gods had delivered her into his hands and he wanted to learn more about this mystery woman with her gay laugh and quick wit, even if it was only for one night.

Clancy opened her door, then switched on the entry light. At the bedroom, she glanced over her shoulder, the long plumes brushing her creamy bare shoulder. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be just a moment.”

He wandered around the room, straightening the pillows on the sofa, adjusting a wing backed chair and, finally, the magazines scattered across the pecan desktop. It was there he found a handwritten note caught between the pages. A little guilt crept in for snooping, but he shoved it aside, eager to discover more about this sensual woman who intrigued him.

Note to Self — Loving Venice

1. Ride in a gondola

2. Climb the Campanile in St. Mark’s Square

3. Attend a masked ball

4. Dance under the stars in St. Mark’s Square

5. Tour a professional kitchen

6. Buy one special piece of Murano glass

7. Fall in love–at least for the night

8. Hear a Vivaldi concert

9. Attend an opera at the Fenice

10.

Vittore reread the paper, paying close attention to number seven. He looked out at the waning moon and sent a prayer of thanks to Raphael the Archangel, the patron saint of happy meetings, for his good fortune.

On a whoosh of material, he slid the list back under a book.

“Vittore, I have a suggestion, a little game to add to the Carnaval mystique. Sort of an adult Twenty Questions. Are you willing to play?”

“You spark my interest.” He liked games, particularly in the bedroom. A myriad of erotic foreplay flitted through his mind. Before they said farewell, his princessa would experience pleasures she had never imagined. “What are the rules?”

A SPECIAL OFFER FOR YOU

Last issue I offered The Naughty Ladies of Nice at a greatly reduced price. Your response was fantastic. Thank you.

Many people asked me to do a similar offer for The Magnificent Men of Munich, and I agreed.

The Magnificent Men of Munich are on sale from May 20 through June 30!

4 BOOKS FOR $4.00!

Teddi Turns On

Lonnie Heats Up

Francine on Fire

Isabella Ignites

Purchase all titles listed above for $4.00 or any single book for $2.00. Submit your Paypal payment to sloanetaylor@comcast.net. After payment has been made, please send your receipt to sloanetaylor@comcast.net with EBOOK in the subject line and your pdfs will be on its way.

No Paypal account? No problem. Email me and I’ll provide an address to mail your personal check.

ON A PERSONAL NOTE

The grandkids are all good and involved in dance, baseball, softball, and general driving their parents crazy. They’re counting the days until school is over. Their moms are counting the time until it starts again.

Studs and I decided to vacation at home this year. One week in July to enjoy each other and relax, just as if we had gone away. It will be a challenge to plan exciting activities and create a romantic atmosphere. Any and all suggestions are very welcomed.

ON WRITING

I’m working on four new books, alternating between them when my brain goes numb. Three are romance set in Europe, Paris, Oslo and Copenhagen. The fourth is a new venture for me. It’s a suspense novel set in Chicago and definitely has me outside my comfort zone.

CONTEST

It’s time for another Newsletter Members Only Contest. We’re staying with easy because many of you have emailed you enjoy it. There will be 2 winners. The prize is a free download, PLAYING FOR KEEPS book one in the Monatana Men series by Jaydyn Chelcee.

Here’s the blurb:

From the moment Flayme Jansen looked into the slumberous green eyes of the sexy cowboy from Rimrock, Montana, she knew she was in trouble. But she’d never been in his kind of trouble: being taken into custody and placed in a witness protection program for national security.

Duel Remington has a job to do and no matter how difficult the feisty redhead makes it, he’s determined to protect her. Even if it means facing long cold nights handcuffed to the woman whose life he’s trying to save.

In the dead of winter… One man. One woman. One assassin. All are Playing for Keeps!

And a short excerpt:

Her chest tightened as if a knot filled the center and refused to budge. Flayme wasn’t sure if she was even breathing. She now knew what it felt like to be eye-to-eye with a savage wolf. She didn’t move, couldn’t have moved or escaped the hypnotic fix of his eyes on her if her life depended on it.

Then he blinked. His dark lashed gaze switched from intense to confused, cloudy with sleep, and something else she couldn’t quite define. Raw need? Hunger? He stared at her like a man who hadn’t had a decent meal in a very long time or good sex.

To enter, simply email me at sloanetaylor@comcast.net, on or before June 15. Please type NEWSLETTER in the subject line.

As always, I love to hear from you. Feel free to email me, sloanetaylor@comcast.net, any time.

Thank you again for allowing me to update you on my life. Keep warm. I’ll be back in August. Until then…

Happy Reading!

Sloane
www.sloanetaylor.com

 

 

February 2012

It’s been a long time since you’ve heard from me. Thank you to all my readers and friends who have emailed with their concerns. I appreciate your thoughtfulness.

Valentines Day is here and we have a tasty menu for you to celebrate with the one you love. Go to www.sloanetaylor.com and click on Fun Stuff. In the drop-down, click What’s Cooking for a dinner that is sure to please even the pickiest of people.

IT’S TIME TO CELEBRATE!

Last issue our contest was to email me with FINLAND in the subject line for a chance to win a copy of FINNISH FANTASIES. Two names were drawn. And the winners are:

ERICA B
MELISSA D

Thank you to all who entered and I hope you play again this newsletter.

Next good news…

LOVE NOTES is a new release in time for Valentines Day. The heat level 4 anthology has diverse stories by some of your favorite authors.

Cupid Only Rings Twice Sam Cheever
Reunited Helen Hart
Its Sweetest Form Xakara
Masquerade Sloane Taylor

Excerpt from MASQUERADE:

“No, Signora. Non ancora. E ‘troppo presto.” The gondolier waved his hand, the black ribbons on his straw hat bobbing in time with the waves splashing against the pier.

The rapid Italian words startled Clancy. She teetered and her legs caught in the billowy skirt of her period costume as she stepped forward to board the long, slender boat. In a flash, her foot hit air instead of wood. Arms flailing, she grasped for anything to steady herself as her rental shoe splashed into the canal.

Strong arms encircled her waist, whisking her against a steel hard body. She shoved the insane array of feathers off her nose while struggling to turn and face her knight in shining armor.

Another gondola slipped past in the narrow canal. Laughter and concertina music filled the star-studded night. The costumed partygoers called out between sips from their stemmed glasses.

A woman dressed as Cleopatra shook her finger and chided, “Nein, nein, Vittore. You know fishing in the canals is forbidden.”

An orange and green harlequin doffed his winged cap and called out, “Ciao, Conte! Costume perfetto come sempre”

The Berlitz crash course Clancy took before her trip to Venice paid off. She looked at her rescuer’s costume and agreed, it was perfect.

His black cape rustled in the soft breeze, revealing a red satin lining. She worked her way past his broad shoulders and crisp tuxedo shirt to a square chin with a hint of stubble. Her visual journey continued to full lips that took all her willpower not to taste. She raised her eyes to a black mask encrusted with red stones. Rubies? No!

His chocolate eyes twinkled down on her and her heart forgot to beat.

Another loud round of Italian banter returned Clancy to reality.

“Grazie, signore.” Somehow, the right words came out. It was hard for Clancy to think with the stranger’s hands planted firmly at her midriff.

“You are American?”

His heavily accented deep voice sent a volley of shivers racing up her spine.

A breathy “Yes” was all she managed before he moved away and spoke to the boatman, “Franco, take the guests on to the Palazzo Ricci so they miss nothing of the ball. Radio for the other gondola to collect the Signora and me.”

“Si, signore.”

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Vittore–”

You can read another excerpt on my website and buy LOVE NOTES from Musa Publishing.

ON A PERSONAL NOTE

The NBA has two up and coming superstars. Our grandson Tiger, 9, and granddaughter Little K, 7, are pounding the boards every weekend and doing great. Basketball comes natural to them, although, Little K isn’t too crazy about all the running required.

On an even more personal note – Studs proposed. He blew me away because it was unexpected and incredibly romantic. You can see a picture of the ring on my facebook page. No date is set as yet. We’re having too much fun being engaged!

ON WRITING

Last year was tough. A whopper bout of pneumonia really took its toll. Shortly after that, Aspen Mountain Press stopped paying royalties or responding to any emails although their site was still selling books. It’s devastating to an author to have their income whipped out and left in limbo. The owner graciously returned my rights in a reasonable amount of time, but not the royalties due. This was the second publisher who shut down on me. Being a tough Chicago Southside girl, I refused to rollover. It was a setback, but just like Gloria Gayner, I Will Survive. My gray cells are running rampant with new ideas for books and I’m happy to report Amber Quill Press and Musa Publishing are eager for my new work.

CONTEST

It’s time for another Newsletter Members Only Contest. We’re staying with easy because many of you have emailed you enjoy it. There will be 2 winners. The prize is a free download, CHASING WINTER book one in the Warm Rush series by Rowan McBride.

Here’s a short excerpt:

…Keith braced one hand on the island counter and one on the counter lining the wall, totally filling the space between.

“Where would you like it tonight, Jesse?”

Every time he said my name, the effect was more sensual, more profound. Shouldn’t I be developing some sort of resistance to its power? “I-I don’t understand what you mean.”

He leaned forward, his hands still flat on the counters, showing off his rounded shoulders. “Couch again? Here in the kitchen? You like me enough to give that nice, big bed of yours a workout?”

That warm summer scent of his floated around us, caressed my senses. “I-I’m not sure–”

Keith released the counters and closed the distance between us, towering over me. “You can’t decide? Can I? You can probably tell I’m partial to the bed.”

“Keith.” I thought carefully about my words. At least, I tried. It didn’t work out very well. “We can’t.”

“All right.” He lowered his head and kissed my cheek. “Couch it is.”

Persistence must be a Taylor family trait. I found myself staring at his broad chest again, remembering how his skin felt beneath my fingers. I had to stop this before I fell too far, but–once again–my problem-solving skills failed me…

To enter, simply email me at sloanetaylor@comcast.net, on or before March 15. Please type NEWSLETTER in the subject line.

As always, I love to hear from you. Feel free to email me, sloanetaylor@comcast.net, any time.

Thank you again for allowing me to update you on my life. Keep warm. I’ll be back in May. Until then…

Happy Reading!

Sloane
www.sloanetaylor.com