Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Some Like it Hot and Sloane Taylor Delivers!





A big welcome to my friend and fellow author, Sloane Taylor. As critique partners, Sloane has woke me up on many mornings with a sex scene to critique. Trust me, if I was still a little sleepy, buy the time I finished her scene, we're talking wide awake and wondering how quickly Hubby could get home!

I love her like a sister and wish to heck I could bring the sizzle to the pages like she can. Here's the official bit about this terrific lady.


Sloane Taylor is a sensual woman who believes humor and sex are healthy aspects of our everyday lives which carry over into her books. Her stories are set in Europe where the men are all male and the North American women they encounter are both feminine and strong. A true romantic, the women Sloane writes will bring more than lust to their men’s lives.

Born and raised in Chicago, Sloane and Studly, her mate for life, split their time between a home in Illinois and a weekend cottage on the back roads of Indiana…or you can catch up with her as she travels though Europe, researching new material.

Please visit her at www.sloanetaylor.com or www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor. Sloane loves to hear from readers. Feel free to email her at sloanetaylor@comcast.net.

She has been kind enough to share an excerpt from FRENCH TWIST with us. Given that she is on a deadline at the moment, she'll pop in from time to time to answer questions and tomorrow (Friday) she'll pick a luck winner to receive a little extra reading to heat up their summer...a copy of FRENCH TART.

Now settle back and get ready to be 'Steamed Up' with an excerpt from FRENCH TWIST!
WARNING...Air conditioning needs to be turned up.

ISBN: 978-1-60168-293-2
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press

BUY LINK: http://aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/french-twist/prod_322.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:
The throbbing burst into her head again. She rubbed her temples. “S’il vous plait, do not make this more difficult.”

“Hey, I get it. You’re this tough woman who can handle herself in any kind of danger. But, you need to look at it from my point of view.” He stepped behind her and massaged her shoulders, edging up to her neck.

Instant relief.

She sighed with each knead that worked free the stress knots.

“Let’s just say this Cesar doesn’t come alone. You ever figure he’s not a good guy?” Sarcasm streamed with each word.

“I know him.” She shrugged off his hands and turned, her fists balled tight. “You do not.”

“I’m not stupid and I do know a bunch of bullshit when I hear it.” His words bounced off the walls. “You think this fucker is your long-lost savior. Not hardly likely, chickee, if he bailed on a high profile government job and left you to the wolves.” He squinted at her, a vein pulsed along his forehead. “Was your commander right? Did you and James Fuckingbond have a couple of rolls in the sack and now you think he’s gonna be the righteous man of the hour? Is that all it takes with you? A fast fuck and a couple of swats on the ass to make you bend over and suck mud?”

“You dare to speak to me this way?” Red flashed before her eyes. “One afternoon of sex and you think you own me? Know what my life is like? How it should be orchestrated? You assume the right to be my master?” Meeting him decibel for decibel, she yelled, “You are an idiot!”

She swung out her hand, ready to slap his face. Hard.

With an expression cold and fierce, he leaned into her.

“Don’t do it. Don’t do one fucking thing you don’t want done back to you.” He stood his ground, fists planted on his hips. “I’m a nice guy. A fucking gentleman until someone, and I don’t care if she is a broad, muscles me. You got that? Loud and clear? Has it sunk you’re your brain? I will not—”

Wap.

A low growl came from deep in his chest. In slow motion, he rubbed his cheek along her red imprint, eyes narrowed to slits. “That’s it, baby, party’s over.”

He grabbed her wrist and spun her around, flopped onto the bed, and yanked her over his knee.

Rip.

Her cotton skirt shredded like tissue as he yanked it up over her ass, exposing her boy shorts.

“I told you before you needed a good spanking and the time’s come.” The satin panties were ripped away.

Whack.

His hand cracked down on her firm rear. The sting raced across her flesh, charging heat to her clit.

“Ow!” She struggled to get free, flailing her legs and arms, but his free hand pressed across her back, holding her in place. “You will pay for this, you le fils d'une chienne.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will, but not as much as you. And I’m not a son of a bitch. My mother is a nice woman.”

Whack.

“Nice girls don’t talk like that either.”

Whack. Whack.

“Donald, stop before it is—”

Whack.

“Too late? Too bad. Already is and I don’t give a shit.”

Whack. Whack.

His rigid penis pressed into her abdomen and dampness pooled in her panties. Pressure built between her thighs, increasing with each smack. She arched into him, loving it. Wanting this from the day they met.

Dieu, at this moment, he was her master. She wanted to be his equal, but not right now. Now, she wanted him to take control, had to know his brute force, needed him.

His hand slowed, then rested on her tingling flesh. He traced her butt cheek, edging closer to her perineum. She opened her thighs, praying he would slip between them.

He glided a finger along the crease, then dipped lower and stroked her swollen nether lips. Up and down, down and up, and she loved every stroke.

Cream seeped from her and her body begged for release. She no longer held back the moans.

“Had enough?” His words came out thick.

“Not of you.” She twisted around until she sat on his lap.

*****

Be sure to check out her new release at Aspen Mountain Press, FRENCH DELIGHTS http://aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/french-delights/prod_311.html

So, lets get busy and grill this woman on how she comes up with all this HOT material!

8 comments:

Lizzie said...

Before I run out the door shortly to start what is going to be a hectic day, I have a question for you Miz Sloane.

There are several 'French' books. How did this series come to be?

Sloane Taylor said...

Good morning, Miz Lizzie!

Thanks for the beautiful post and all the praise. WOW, now I have to live up to it. LOL.

Honestly, I haven't a clue how the Naughty Ladies of Nice turned into a five book series. I guess I need to lay off the vodka and re-tame my libido.:)

I'd been to Nice and loved it. The small city seemed like a perfect setting for French Tart. From there the series grew by adding characters in each book to round it out. The pushy things seemed to have their own story, so Voila, a series was born.

Marie Tuhart said...

Hi Lizzie and Sloane,

Oh yes, Sloane keeps us all hot with her love scenes. Her writing is fantastic. Have to go buy French Tart now for my Sloane fix.

Robert Appleton said...

Hey there, La Sloane!

So far I've read two books in this series, including French Twist, and they're delicieux.

Who's your favourite female protagonist in the Naughty Ladies of Nice books?

Melissa Bradley said...

Hi Lizzie, Hi Sloane! I have to say this entire series sizzles. Sloane, you really have a talent for bringing the heat.

Sloane Taylor said...

Hi Marie, Rob and Melissa,

You've all sure fed my ego today and I thank you.:)

Rob, I'd have to say my favorite female is Samantha Bradley from French Tickler, the last book in the series and the one I'm working on. Sam comes from a gangster background and takes no quarter.

HOLY CATS! I just realized her last name is the same as yours, Melissa. I've read your books and your kick-ass heorines. You must have been my inspiration!

Linda Wisdom said...

Way to go, hot mama!

I'm so happy for you.

Sloane Taylor said...

Hi Linda!

Thank you and thanks for stopping by.:)