Behind every mask is a fragment
of truth.
BLURB:
Chicagoan Clancy Marshall has
planned her dream vacation in Venice down to the last detail. From gondola
rides to masked balls, and anything else that just happens along, she is
determined to experience all pleasures. But those careful plans fly out the door
when she literally falls into the arms of a masked stranger.
Vittore Ricci comes from an old
Venetian family that claims two doges in their lineage. A straight-laced Count
and owner of a prestigious hotel, he never does anything without serious consideration.
Until a sexy American tourist offers an opportunity no man can refuse.
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?”
BIO
Sloane
Taylor is a sensual woman who believes humor and sex are healthy aspects of our
everyday lives and carries that philosophy into her books. She writes sexually
explicit romances that takes you right into the bedroom. Being a true romantic,
all her stories have a happy ever after.
Her
books are set in Europe where the men are all male and the North American women
they encounter are both feminine and strong. They also bring more than lust to
their men’s lives.
Taylor
was born and raised on the Southside of Chicago. As a young adult she lived in
the Pullman neighborhood created by that old curmudgeon George Pullman. Studly,
her mate for life, and Sloane now live in a small home in Indiana and enjoy the
change from hectic city life.
She
is an avid cook. Check out “It’s Wednesday. So What’s Cooking?” with complete
menus posted once a week on her blog http://sloanetaylor.blogspot.com/. The recipes are user friendly menus, meaning easy.
Feel free to email her at sloanetaylor@comcast.net to be included
on the Cooking Pals list. These are people who receive an advance email of the
new menu.
1 comment:
Good Morning, Miz Lizzie! What a GREAT way to start the day. Thanks for having me out today. I appreciate it.:)
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