The Naughty Ladies of Nice 

are here again and badder than ever.

Book four in the series is Now Available for your reading pleasure. 

Here’s a short blurb to entice you.

Straight-laced children’s author, Rachel Conklin, awakens on a deserted island wrapped in the arms of a sexy pirate. Convinced she’s in a dream conjured from the pages of her breakout novel, Rachel casts her inhibitions to the wind. Guilt-free, she seduces the handsome sailor and rides the waves of passion.

Pediatrician Henri Bernier wasn’t quite sure what to do with the sexy mermaid he’d pulled from the sea. Then she started kissing him and sent his libido soaring. Now the good doctor is ready to practice anything.

You can read excerpts at Aspen Mountain Press or on Sloane Taylor’s blog.

It’s day three on my Ten Days of Christmas and LENA AUSTIN is working magic in the kitchen with devilish desserts for your holiday table. We have a wonderful representation from Australia, England, and across the USA.  Please join us for a world of different recipes at http://www.sloanetaylor.com/blog.

December is a great month. TEDDI TURNS ON is an EPPIE finalist and Red Roses for Authors, a wonderful review site in England, chose another of my books to receive their annual Christmas Award. And it’s my birthday month.

To celebrate all this amazing success, each day I’m giving away a free download to one person in a simple contest. The winner gets to select the book of their choice from my releases. All you need to do is email me sloanetaylor @ comcast.net, no spaces, on the day you wish to enter the contest. Type BOOKS in the subject line and the title you’d like in the body of your email. Told you it was easy! You can enter daily. I’ll draw a winner each day and announce them on my blog.

The winner for December 16 is DIANA who chose FRENCH TART. Her book has been sent.

Below is the calendar for our Holiday Celebration.

Also, if you like bookmarks and postcards send your snail mail address to me, sloanetaylor @ comcast.net, no spaces, with FREEBIE in the subject line. I’ll be happy to send you a packet no matter where in the world you live.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON 2009 EPPIE Finalist - Erotica www.aspenmountainpress.com
FRENCH KISS www.eternalpress.ca
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The Magnificent Men of Munich

LONNIE HEATS UP

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.

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Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
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from

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PHOTO OP!

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.

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Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
TEDDI TURNS ON www.aspenmountainpress.com
FRENCH TWIST www.eternalpress.ca
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Magnificent Men of Munich

Teddi Turns On

Aspen Mountain Press

Buy Link http://aspenmountainpress.com:80/new-releases/teddi-turns-on/prod_135.html

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. 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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Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
Francine On Fire www.aspenmountainpress.com
www.sloanetaylor.com www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor

COMING JUNE 20, 2008

Magnificent Men of Munich

Teddi Turns On

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.

To see the beautiful cover, please click HERE.

Be sure to check out my website for an interesting contest to celebrate the release of TEDDI TURNS ON.

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
Francine On Fire www.aspenmountainpress.com
www.sloanetaylor.com   www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor

 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. 

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
Francine On Fire www.aspenmountainpress.com
French Delights www.eternalpress.ca
www.sloanetaylor.com   www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor

Editors and friends have asked where I get my inspiration to write erotic romance. It’s simple since I’ve traveled to some of the most romantic countries in the world. How could a word lover not be flooded with plot lines when looking at the gorgeous gondoliers of Venice? There’s alwats a virile bobby with his stick strolling the parks in London. In Paris there’s enough kissable French men strolling the Champs-Elysees to make any woman’s heart flutter.

My most romantic city is Venice. St. Mark’s Square is filled with enough motivation for me to pick up a pen and scrawl everything I see and hear. There’s always a pair of lovers strolling through, wrapped in each others arms, with no outside world to interfere. You might even find them sharing a Cinzano while the soft strings of an orchestra fill the chilly night air.

So how can you remember everything you see to use in future books? It’s easy thanks to modern technology.

1 - Inspiration is all around you every single minute of the day and night. Take the time to notice it, absorb it, feel it, then let your imagination soar.

2 – Always carry a pen and paper with you to record those scenes blossoming before you.

3 – Carry a disposable camera to photograph anything of interest, no matter how trivial. In a pinch use your cell phone camera. Drop the pictures into a file for future use.

4 – I like to work with visual aids and compile images of location, people, clothing, maps, language, and anything else that lands me feel smack-dab in the middle of my story. Nothing is too trivial to Glue Stic to my poster board. It puts me in the mood but I always make sure it’s hidden before company arrives.

Now I’m off to dig out those photos from London for my latest book PHOTO OP! Look for it this fall coming from Aspen Mountain Press.

Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
Francine On Fire www.aspenmountainpress.com
www.sloanetaylor.com   

Greeting card manufacturers have decided Valentine’s Day is the most romantic holiday of the year. Okay, I’ll almost give them that, but there’s 364 other days that shouldn’t be ignored.

Below is an easy menu that will satisfy all your hunger on any day of the year. Think Tom Jones, the old movie not the actor, and the eating scene. Go for it. These cold winter nights might just heat up for you!

• Warm Belgian Endive and Pine Nut Salad
• Almost Homemade Pizza
• Dry Red Wine – Ruffino Chianti

Warm Belgian Endive and Pine Nut Salad

1 tbs. Dijon mustard
pepper to taste
1 tbs. red wine vinegar
2 - 4 heads Belgian endive
1/2 tbs. lemon juice
1/3 cup pine nuts
3 tbs. extra-virgin olive oil, or as needed so the salad isn’t dry
1 tbs. chopped fresh parsley, dried will work but isn’t as bright a contrast

In a medium bowl, whisk together the Dijon mustard, red wine vinegar and lemon juice. Whisk in olive oil slowly until you have an almost creamy consistency. Taste and season with pepper. Set aside.

Cut endive heads crosswise into rings. Remove the hard end of the stems and discard. Rinse in a colander, shaking to separate the slices into rings. Set aside to drain.

In a large dry skillet over medium heat, toast the pine nuts. Stir constantly so that they do not burn. Once the pine nuts are golden, throw in the endive rings. When it has warmed just slightly, pour in the dressing and toss to coat. Reduce the heat if the endive is wilting too quickly. You want to maintain some crispness and texture.

If you have guests to impress, throw in the parsley. The sharp green flecks will brighten the dish and enhance the flavor, but the salad is in no way lacking without. Serve immediately. It is best served directly from the pan to the plate. If is put in a bowl, the dressing will settle at the bottom and be difficult to toss again without damaging the endive.

Almost Homemade Pizza

1 (12 inch) pre-baked Italian bread pizza crust. I prefer Boboli
1 cup pizza sauce
1 ¼ cups shredded mozzarella
½ lb. Italian sausage, pinched into dime sized pieces
Fresh Parmesan or Romano to grate over the top
Mushrooms, peppers or what ever else you enjoy can be added

Preheat the oven to the temperature recommended on the crust package. Lay the crust onto a baking sheet of appropriate size. Spread the sauce over the crust. Sprinkle with half the mozzarella. Lay your other sausage etc. on top. Cover the pie with the remaining mozzarella then grate some fresh Parmesan or Romano over that.

Bake according to the crust package directions or until the sausage is no longer pink and the cheese is melted.

The pizza makes a great leftover lunch, but the salad will turn bitter and limp.

Don’t forget the candles, lots of them. Every woman likes to set the mood. Also, omitting forks can be most sensual when you feed your partner small bites.

Have a great Valentine’s Day.

Sloane Taylor ~ Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
Francine on Fire www.aspenmountainpress.com
www.sloanetaylor.com www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor

Last night Studs and I went for a bite to eat at our favorite haunt. Sitting at the end of the bar were the same two old men who never miss a night or a drink when it’s offered. The pair reminds me of the ancient geezers on Sesame Street. Better yet, they’re like the men from the Simon and Garfunkel song. Rarely do theses wizened birds speak with anyone. Too intent on whatever sports show happens to be on TV, but last night was different. 

Bob, the least grizzly of the two, decided to open up for the first time in three years. He told me of his wife and how he had to divorce her years ago when their son was a tiny tot. Her constant cheating and lying was more than Bob could deal with.  

Yesterday would have been their sixtieth wedding anniversary, he said as his eyes clouded over. He spoke of the dreams and plans they’d had for their life together and the savings account he thought would provide them. He turned away then dragged a calloused hand across one eye before he continued to explain what all he’d lost. Bob wasn’t looking for sympathy. He just needed someone to hear about his loneliness and painful past. 

There’s not much a person can say in answer when an acquaintance pours out their heart, including someone who makes their living writing romance novels. I held his hand and nodded, the whole time thinking how fortunate I am to have Studs in my life. 

To all of you I wish a beautiful life with a person you can trust and honor. May you never feel the pain so many people in the world are forced to experience. 

Sloane Taylor

Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

www.sloanetaylor.com