Archive for 2009
Tuesday Teaser
April 7, 2009 | Excerpts
The Naughty Ladies of Nice
Book Three
FRENCH TWIST
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.”
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No one does short, sexy books better than Sloane Taylor! She combines sensual romance with mystery and intrigue and comes up smelling of roses. Sweet and sassy. Five red roses, Morna
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MARFAN, Help is a Phone Call Away
April 6, 2009 | Family
If you suspect a friend or relative has Marfan, please contact a clinic for an assessment. It is possible to google for a facility in your community. Should you live in the Chicagoland Area, below is a list of excellent locations who will help you.
Children’s Memorial Hospital
2300 Children’s Plaza
Chicago, IL 60614-3394
Clinic Coordinator: Bethany Friedman
773-975-8507 Clinic hours: 2nd Friday of the month
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Edward Hospital
801 S. Washington St.
Naperville, IL 60540
Clinic coordinator: Celia Thomas, R.N.
630-527-7180 Clinic hours: 4th Monday of the month
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Loyola University Medical Center
2160 S. First Ave.
Maywood, IL 60153
Clinic coordinator: Sara Cherny
Call for appointment 708-327-9056
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Northwestern University – Feinberg School of Medicine
201 E. Huron St.
Chicago, IL 60611-2968
Clinic coordinator: Amy Ochs, R.N.
Call for appointment 312-695-4965
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University of Chicago Medical Center
5841 S. Maryland Avenue
Chicago, IL 60637
Clinic Coordinator: Lisa Dellefave, MS, CGC
773-702-4310 Clinic hours: 2nd Thursday of the month
Please don’t delay. Have your suspicions checked before it’s too late. You would be saving a life.
I’ll be back tomorrow,
Sloane Taylor
Marfan, Do You Have It?
April 3, 2009 | Family
Today we have a guest blogger, Bruce Klein, President Northern Illinois Marfan Chapter. I hope you all read what Bruce has to say. It is life saving.
This is the year of Abraham Lincoln’s 200th birthday, which brings on my question;
What do Marfan Patients and Abraham Lincoln Have in Common?
Abe Lincoln was thought to have Marfan syndrome. What is this dreaded disease?
Marfan syndrome is a connective tissue disorder discovered by Dr. Antoine Marfan in 1896 in France when he treated several children with this disorder.
This sometimes inherited condition effects approximately 1 in every 5000 people in the U.S. While only sometimes inherited, it’s been proven that 75% of the cases diagnosed are inherited and the other 25% of the cases are a new spontaneous mutation at birth.
Researchers today have learned that this condition is caused by a mutation of certain chromosomes that effect a protein called fibrillin. Fibrillin is the glue that holds our bodies or connective tissue together and is found throughout us from head to toe. Like in most syndromes and diseases there are varying degrees of Marfan syndrome from mild cases to severe and life threatening. Diagnosis of Marfan syndrome is often missed by doctors who do not have experience in treating patients with this disorder. We have 5 established clinics in the Chicagoland area which will be posted in this blog Monday, April 6.
Some symptoms of Marfan syndrome are:
Taller than Average Long Thin Face
Hyper-mobility of All Joints
A Disproportionment of Body, Arm & Leg Length
Long Fingers and Toes
Flat Feet
Eye, Lens Dislocation
Curvature of the Spine
Hernias
Stretch Marks
Chest Deformity (Pectus Excavatum or Carinatum)
Spontaneous Pneumothorax
Heart Murmur & Aortic Artery Dilation (Aneurysms) which can be fatal
If you know someone with 3 or more of these symptoms please tell them about Marfan syndrome and help us save a life.
For more information go to the website for the National Marfan Foundation, www.marfan.org. You can also email or call us at our chapter voice mail number listed above in our letterhead.
How do I know so much about Marfan syndrome? I have it and I am.
Bruce C. Klein, President
Northern Illinois Marfan Chapter
The Northern Illinois NMF Chapter
1328 Court “O”
Hanover Park, IL 60133
630-415-0044 or 1-800-8-MARFAN
email: bklein01@sbcglobal.net
Thank you all for your time. Please return on Monday when Bruce will have more on this life threatening disorder.
Sloane Taylor
Tuesday Teaser
March 24, 2009 | Excerpts
The Naughty Ladies of Nice
Book Two
FRENCH DELIGHTS
Eternal Press
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.
5 RED ROSES from Red Roses for Authors
This is another in Sloane Taylor’s excellent short and sexy books about the Naughty ladies of Nice. Once again she hits the sweet spot. Sloane combines sensuality with humour and comes out a winner! Linda
You can read the entire review here
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Tuesday Teaser
March 17, 2009 | Excerpts
The Naughty Ladies of Nice
Book One
FRENCH TART
Eternal Press
www.EternalPress.ca
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.”
WHAT THE REVIEWERS SAY:
5 RED ROSES from Red Roses for Authors Review
This is wickedly funny, sexy and enchanting. A short story you have to own. Five red roses, Anne.
4 ANGELS from Fallen Angel Reviews
This is a delicious book. French Tart is a fun filled romp through the kitchen. An enticingly, sensual short story that packs a big punch. Doni’s character is fun, witty and believable. Sebastien is just plain old hot. I enjoyed Pierre the Parrot, he kept me giggling. The characters are well written and the humor adds just the right touch to keep this book very entertaining. Ms. Taylor has done a very good job.
Reviewed by: Dawnie
FOUR CUPS from Coffee Time Romance
Talk about being hot in the kitchen! French TART has the heat to get your blood boiling and keep it that way. Ms. Taylor’s story has conflict and desire. The story flows smoothly from beginning to end. Her characters face unique situations that leave you laughing. The ending brings the story to a satisfying conclusion.
Liadan
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
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I’ll be back later this week. Until then…
Happy Reading!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
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Break Open the Bubbly
March 11, 2009 | Uncategorized
It’s time to celebrate with a new Pam Champagne novel!
ALASKAN HEAT released yesterday from Samhain Publishing . If you’re not familiar with the sexy suspense of Pam Champagne you really need to checkout her website and books. This fine author is phenominal at weaving a story that will have you panting for more.
Pam lives in on 25 rural acres in northwestern Maine with her husband, two Siamese cats and a black Lab. By day she works in Bangor, Maine as a legal secretary.
Other than writing, Pam enjoys the outdoors, hunting, fishing and just being outdoors. Each year she promises to maintain her perennials and a huge vegetable garden, but somehow they always manage to get away from her.
God blessed her with two beautiful children and two granddaughters.
Pam writes, hot romantic suspense novels and is currently branching into short stories and novellas.
PRESENTING
ALASKAN HEAT
by
PAM CHAMPAGNE
from
SAMHAIN PUBLISHING
Blurb:
She’ll make him finish what he started—if they live through the night.
Framed and on the run, FBI agent Joe “Hawk” Hawkins has only one chance to clear his name: hit the road for Eagle, Alaska. Things can’t get much worse, until a woman from his past steps into his path. Sophie’s a brilliant statistician, pissed off about their disastrous one-night stand—and offering him a deal.
This is Sophie’s first field assignment, and the fact that it involves Hawk doesn’t make it any easier. She’s never forgotten or forgiven the night Hawk found his way to her bed and left her wanting more. Now she’s on a double mission to make Hawk finish what he started, and get them both to Eagle alive.
The long Alaska Highway stretches before them, and long nights of sexual fireworks that rival the Northern Lights. Caution turns to trust, and then to a love neither of them bargained for.
With two rogue agents in hot pursuit, though, the end of the road may be closer than they think…
EXCERPT:
By the time Sophie turned into the dirt parking lot of a country general store claiming to have everything a person needed, from wedding gowns to worms, the temperature had risen to a mild seventy-five, or so read the old thermometer hanging on the loose clapboards. She peeled off her sweater and tossed it behind the seat.
“This is it?”
She controlled the urge to snap at Hawk. What reason did he have to sound so cranky? “What do you mean?”
He waved his hand toward the store. “You call this a store? I believe you said the place had everything. I can’t believe this.”
The accusation in his tone pissed her off. “What did you expect? A super Wal-Mart? We’re approaching the Yukon Territories. There are no big cities.” Disgusted, she climbed out, slammed the door and strode toward the store, not caring if he followed or not.
Hawk made it to the door before her and held it open. Like the gentleman he wasn’t. Sophie breezed by without a glance and headed straight to the meat section. Having been in most of the stores on the highway, she wasn’t surprised at the lack of good quality food. Today the hamburger looked fresh, as did the steak. The chicken and the package labeled pork chops looked questionable. They’d be eating beef for awhile.
Next she grabbed a bag of wilted spinach and a bunch of yellowed broccoli, shaking her head at what passed as fresh vegetables. Two loaves of bread added to her pile, and she was ready to check out.
Where the hell was Hawk? The man had been a thorn in her side since he woke this morning. Sophie found him looking at deodorant. “It’s not as if you have a million choices. Pick one and let’s get on the road.”
Hawk frowned. “What’s wrong with you?”
Huh? He was the one who got up on the wrong side of the bed. Then again… “I’m short of patience this morning.”
“Tell me about it,” he muttered. “I ordered a couple of Italians at the deli. They should be ready.”
“Fine. Get them and let’s get back on the road.”
Hawk’s smile warmed his eyes along with her insides. “I’m right behind you. I’ve got to get one more thing.”
The young store clerk had almost finished ringing up her items when Hawk arrived with his deodorant, the sandwiches, a bag of chips and a bag of limp carrots with roots growing out of their entire length.
He handed the bag to the young kid. “For the bunny.”
Sophie’s skull near exploded. How dare he?
The clerk jumped right in. “You have rabbits? My family raises them…to eat. They taste like chicken, you know.”
Hawk laughed. “We’ve just got one. Cute little thing. I might have to start looking at her as a meal.”
Sophie dug her nails into his arm. “That’s what you think.”
“Ouch,” Hawk said and moved out of her reach.
The clerk chuckled, bagged their items and nodded at Hawk. “You’d better watch it. Sounds like the little bunny means a lot to your lady.”
“Yeah, we’re both attached to Furry. She’s so warm and cuddly. Why just last night—”
Sophie grabbed her bag. “I’ll be in the truck.”
She turned on heel and took a step. His voice stopped her cold. “Sophie? I don’t have any money.”
Breathing fire, Sophie stalked to the register haphazardly pulling money from her purse along the way. She slapped a handful of bills in Hawk’s hand. “Here.” The warm smile along with the twinkle in his eyes got her toes tingling, but she forced herself to turn back the way she’d come.
She never made it to the door. It wasn’t the man dressed in the red and black plaid shirt and green wool pants peering at a bulletin board that raised the alarm. Neither was it the rancid body odor emanating from his person. Nor was it Hawk’s picture on a wanted poster that freaked her out. The smelly Neanderthal sneaking covert looks between Hawk and his picture made her skin crawl.
How the hell had this happened? She refused to consider this was Stan’s doing. That left Reed and Blair. They must have printed an official-looking FBI wanted poster. She noticed the number to call was not an FBI hotline, or at least not one she was familiar with. Was Hawk’s image in every store between here and Alaska? A chill rattled down her spine. Had the poster been here when they’d come in. Surely, she’d have seen it. Were the two rogue agents lurking outside? Waiting for the opportunity to nab Hawk?
Even though Hawk’s face was smooth and clean shaven in the photograph, he was easily recognizable. Those damn whiskey colored eyes.
Before Sophie could react, an overweight woman wearing a sweatshirt sporting a colorful tied fishing fly with the slogan Check your Fly showed up behind the guy. “Move it, Everett. I wanna fish today, not tomorrow.”
Everett glanced in Sophie’s direction. She pretended interest in the magazines precariously perched on an old, teetering steel rack. He dragged the woman to his side, his wide grin revealing toothless gums. Then he whispered loud enough for anyone within ten feet to hear, “Look at this, Mel!” His finger jabbed the poster. “FBI’s offering a $20,000 reward for this dude.” His voice rose with excitement. “And guess what? He’s standing right over there.” With all the finesse of an orangutan, he lifted an arm and pointed it at Hawk still chatting with the young kid behind the counter.
ALASKAN HEAT is a must read. Hawk and Sophie are my type of tough/tender characters. They face danger head on and know how to make good use of their bedroom time.
Be sure to Visit Pam’s website to read excerpts from her other popular novels.
I’ll be back next week. Until then…
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
Tuesday Teaser
March 10, 2009 | Excerpts
BLURB:
Photojournalist Emily Peters is in Paris when the opportunity to expose an infamous sex club sets her on fire. She never expects to be tied up in knots by the Devil.
Restaurateur Nicholas Caine prefers an inconspicuous lifestyle, but when a sex goddess enters his lair there’s only one thing he can do…take her.
EXCERPT:
Her nose twitched as a subtle, yet pleasant, aroma surrounded her.
“It is pear, Madam.”
Another tall handsome waiter, looking good enough to eat, stood at her side and without a word slid a menu in front of her. She glanced up into large chocolate eyes and her heart stuttered.
“Pardon?” Her voice came out on a whoosh of air.
“I noticed your attempt to distinguish the scent.” He waved a large hand in the air. “Many of our ladies have had your same reaction.”
She cleared her throat. “Delightful.”
“At times, late in the evening, the air is infused with a hint of cinnamon and chocolate.” His eyes twinkled as if he were sharing a dark secret. “Tempts one to indulge in a decadent dessert. Would you care for one, Ms Peters?”
A shiver weaved its way up her spine when he said her name. With shaking fingers, she took a gulp of ice water, ordering her oversexed body to behave.
“If nothing on the menu appeals to you, Chef Claude would be elated to whip up whatever you prefer.”
British and gorgeous. And then it sunk in. Chef Claude.
“Is he Claude St. Cyr? The same chef who owns a cooking school?”
The waiter from every woman’s fantasy grinned. “One in the same.”
Now what the hell is he doing in a place like this?
“Ms Peters?” He tapped a well-groomed fingernail on the menu.
“What? Oh yes.” She flipped open the leather jacket to scan the tasty treats, her one downfall. The card read like an international list of culinary sexual pleasures.
Spotted Dick presented by Jon
Bavarian Cream presented by Hans
Hot Soufflé presented by Francois
Mocha Butter presented by Motumba
Emily slipped the cap off her lipstick tube, then did an unhurried swipe along her bottom lip, wondering just how far the presenters would go.
“Do you see anything you like?” His deep voice played havoc with her senses as she squirmed in her damp panties.
“Too bad you don’t offer Cumberland Rum Nicky. I enjoyed it at a restaurant in London a few years ago. Never found it again.” His tanned face paled as if she’d requested to borrow The Crown Jewels.
“Perhaps a dish of Whim Wham?”
“No thanks, I’m fanciful enough.” She laughed at her little joke about the true meaning of the Scottish pie. “I’d really like a Benedictine straight up and a cup of black coffee.”
He nodded and walked toward the bar area.
Of all the waitstaff Emily had encountered or seen during her two hours over dinner, this last was the paix de la résistance. Sable brown hair caressed his white shirt collar. She’d give anything to run her fingers through the thick waves.
The Reverend and ladies met with her lickable waiter at the doorway. He stood to the side, gesturing for them to go first. The tallest of the women stopped and started up a conversation, but he backed away the moment she ran her fingers along his jaw line.
Seems like the help gets to play with the clientele.
Emily pulled the cap off her lipstick tube.
Smile, I think you’re going to like this one.
REVIEW from ALTERNATIVE-READ:
This is a bit different than the norm and quite frankly I adored it. I wasn’t too sure of how it ended until I realized it left the perfect opportunity for another wow part (hint, hint). The woman was just the way I like to read them; strong, intelligent, yet at the same time vulnerable, while the male was assertive, smart, and able to be tender at the same time. It was a mix made in heaven (and the mind of a talented writer) which is easily one to read over and over.
Posted by Alternative-Read.com reviewer: WitchGiggles
You can read the complete review at Alternative-Read.
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Tuesday Teaser
March 3, 2009 | Excerpts
Magnificent Men of Munich
TEDDI TURNS ON
Aspen Mountain Press
BLURB:
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.
EXCERPT:
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.
REVIEWS for the 2009 EPPIE Finalist – Erotica Category –
TEDDI TURNS ON
4 1/2 LIPS from Talking Two Lips
Sloane Taylor pens an erotic story that stole my breath away. Teddi Turns On is white hot, fast paced, and a joy to read.
Reviewer: Alisha
4.5 BLUE RIBBONS from Romance Junkies
Sloane Taylor’s TEDDI TURNS ON will have readers wanting to travel to Germany and experience the charm of the country and the intensity of the men for themselves. I was charmed by Teddi’s obvious love for her deceased husband and her mixed feelings about moving on without him. David’s bold pursuit doesn’t give her much of a chance to second guess herself. It was very easy to become absorbed in the plot and the characters’ lives. Now I’m dying of curiosity about Teddi’s little sister, Lonni. We get snippets about her throughout the story and it looks like she’s going to be visiting Germany too. Fingers crossed that we will soon be seeing another of these wonderful heartfelt tales from Ms. Taylor.
Reviewer: Chrissy Dionne
4 STARS from Just Erotic Romance Reviews
The love scenes were sizzling and sensual with the ability to send your pulse sky-rocketing as the romance melts your heart. Most of this superb fairy tale is spun around Teddi being ready for dipping her toes into romance once again. The plot is well-written with delicious complications and a super secondary cast including Teddi’s younger sister, Lonnie who adds a young energy to Teddi’s tale. The villain evokes a feeling of disgust and you can’t help hating him. A terrific beginning to the Magnificent Men of Munich miniseries, Teddi Turns On comes very highly recommended. It’ll take you on a tour of Munich without making you leave your home. Ms. Taylor is truly an author to watch out for.
Reviewer: Mahaira Fatima
4 HEARTS from The Romance Studio
Overall rating:
Sensuality rating: Explicit
Sloane Taylor has written a fascinating book about the growing love of two people who have previously had neither the time nor the inclination to search. There are sub characters that are wonderfully interactive to the couple; however, the basic story centers around the two who find something in each other which was never before present. Ms. Taylor certainly knows how to hold the reader’s attention while presenting her obvious alpha male and a not-to-be intimidated female counterpart. I found the entire story captivating and, of course, recommend it highly!
Reviewer: Brenda Talley
High Praise from Alternative-Read
This was a really great read as it explored the tension between two people who are not only strong-minded, but with totally opposite ideas of what constitutes a relationship. A humorous, witty look at a relationship with remarkably serious undertones, sensually explicit sex and simply falling in love. I thoroughly enjoyed this one.
Posted by Alternative-Read.com reviewer: WitchGiggles
I’ll be back later in the week. Until then…
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
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Tuesday Teasers
February 24, 2009 | Excerpts
Magnificent Men of Munich
LONNIE HEATS UP
Aspen Mountain Press
BLURB:
Lost in the Austrian Alps, psychologist Lonnie Copley is forced to accept help from a Hell’s Angel wannabe. She never expected to be trapped with the Aryan god in deserted Castle Flophouse.
Disgusted with cleaning up his client’s dirty lives, attorney Wolfe Deider is in major career throes. He doesn’t need some insolent woman mucking up his mind, even if she does have a mouth made for kissing.
EXCERPT:
“What the…” Wolfe ducked as slush spewed against the back of his helmet and ice slithered beneath his collar, along his neck. He had pulled onto the wide shoulder, to rest after the long day’s drive, staring across the Alps in deep thought, when an approaching vehicle broke the silence he craved. The crunch of ice and screeching tires ricocheted in his ears.
“ScheiBe.” Shit. The car seemed to be spinning out of control as it slid closer to the edge of the mountain. No one drove at that kind of speed in heavy, wet snow. The guy drove like a Dummkopf and whatever happened was just what he deserved.
Then the world moved in slow motion, all the action exaggerated. The car swung left then right, in what seemed to take an hour. The brakes screeched, metal grinding against metal, before the dilapidated sedan glided across the shoulder. It coughed, like an old man who smoked too much, and died, its nose too close to the rim.
“Hey, Kamerad.” He pushed off the old tree trunk, waving his arms to catch the driver’s attention, and fell with all his weight onto one knee. The sharp pain clouded his mind for only a second before he regained his footing.
He waved and hollered again, hoping the man would look up. Then he did; only it was a she, with fear pasted on her face.
He stumbled again then slid closer to the door handle and yanked.
Locked.
“Open it.” The cold air poured into his lungs. “Open the door,” he yelled again.
If the previous time passed in slow motion, her action was like a movie in rewind. She mouthed a few words. With a shake of his head, he tapped on the glass and pointed to the lock. This was getting them no where.
He jerked on the handle, careful not to rock the car any more than necessary. She seemed to finally get her senses back and edged her hand to the armrest controls.
The lock clicked and in a quick movement he flung the door open, flipped the key off, then grabbed her. He yanked with all his strength, but she would not budge. Damn, she still had on the harness.
He leaned across to release the seatbelt. She fought him, flailing, and the car shifted.
“Hey, Fraulein, do not move.” She inhaled deep and briefly nodded her head. “We have to get you out of the car and keep it on the shoulder. The cows below won’t produce good milk tonight if you squash them.” Obviously humor was not working, because when she glanced up, her eyes were filled with tears.
He grabbed her arm and pulled. Ripping cloth and cracking ice echoed in his head. He hooked his hands under both of her armpits and tugged until he thought he would get a hernia. The damned steering wheel trapped her knees. With a grunt and a vigorous yank, she flew out of the car, knocking the wind out of him as he landed ass to frozen ground.
I’ll be back later this week. Until then…
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
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Setting the World on Fire
February 20, 2009 | Promotion
Love Romances and More does a terrific blog with interviews and honest book reviews. I am honored to share the one they posted this week for one of my books.
LONNIE HEATS UP: Part of the Magnificent Men of Munich Series by Sloane Taylor
Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press
Date published: November 2008
ISBN 978-1-60168-155-3
Contemporary Erotic Romance
E-book
Reviewed by Dawn
Lonnie Copley never expects to get lost in the winter wonderland of the Austrian Alps nor find the one man who alternately entices her to strip him bare to wanting to smack him for being a jerk. All it takes is one winter storm, some wine and a whole lot of sexual tension to find that Lonnie has found the perfect man….in Wolfe Deider. Now it is up to these two to find the way to their hearts before miscommunication has its way to keep them apart.
LONNIE HEATS UP is a novel full of winter weather, Austrian Alps as the background and a man who sets Lonnie on fire…well that is until he gets on her nerves and becomes a smug idiot. Ms. Sloane Taylor delivers a wonderful, laugh out loud rollicking fun time in LONNIE HEATS UP and I was blown away by the sheer scope of Lonnie’s adventures in Europe.
As this was the first time I read one of this author’s books and I can honestly say, I was enthralled with the entire story. I couldn’t put it away to even make dinner. Ms. Taylor delivers a fun and amusing story in LONNIE HEATS UP with two characters I found wonderfully appealing. You have a woman who is in a strange country, lost who finds herself stranded with a man who alternately turns her on one minute then the next, makes her want to beat him with her shoe. I was laughing one minute at Lonnie’s antics and the way the sparks flew off of her and Wolfe had me dreaming of running off to find my own hunky alpha male in the Alps.
With wonderful tight writing, captivating characters and a story that sucks you in and doesn’t let up until the last page, LONNIE HEATS UP has this reviewer running to grab the other two books that are connected in TEDDI TURNS ON and FRANCINE ON FIRE. Ms. Taylor is an author that will be permanently on my “to buy list” from now on with her wonderful and witty writing and it will leave you begging for more. I just hope I won’t have to wait too long for the next installment of the Magnificent Men of Munich Series.
Now I’m off to celebrate! But I’ll be back next Tuesday with another Teaser. Until then…
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
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