Winter Games by Sloane Taylor

Happy Wednesday!  I am so exicted to bring you a new release from the fantabulous and always sexy Sloane Taylor!

 

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As the games heat up, the stakes grow higher, and Lonnie must decide whether to play along or leave her heart out in the cold.

BLURB:
Lonnie Copley may be a genius, but not when it comes to her personal life or road maps. A series of wrong turns puts her far from reality and the German autobahn. The last thing she wants on the eve of a snowstorm is to be dangling at the edge of an Austrian mountain in need of rescue—especially by a leather-clad giant with Johnny Depp eyes. As luck would have it, Lonnie’s not the only one in need of rescue.

Wolfe Deider has spent his adult life recovering from the pain of childhood. He is too aware romance is unattainable for him. Try as he might to keep the troublesome American at arm’s length, her spunk is disarming, and forces open all his old wounds.

Lonnie loves Wolfe’s special brand of complications, but can she afford to indulge in his winter games?

EXCERPT:
“Shall we set the rules of the game?” Wolfe knew how he wanted this evening to progress.

“Checkers? I’m good at those.”

He rattled the torn box. “Would you like to make the game more interesting?”

“Of course. How much money can you afford to lose?”

“How about for every disk you jump of mine, I must remove an article of clothing?”

“And for every man you jump, I lose something I’m wearing?” She drummed her fingernails on the tabletop.

He grinned and dumped the pieces onto the chessboard.

“Ja, I believe that would be the fair way to play the game.” He laid out a few of the black disks on his side of the board. Eleanor scooped up a handful of pieces and plunked them on appropriate squares, then turned the board.

“You start. After all, you’re the host.”

He shoved a red circle into play. She concentrated, then moved her black disk onto the square that forced him to conquer her.

“I believe you lose your first disk, Eleanor.” His dick tingled.

“Guess so.” She kicked off a boot. Grinning, she lifted a checker and jumped his disk, then glanced up. “Not just yet, Herr Deider. I have another move.” She swooped up the next disk.

Both of his shoes clomped to the floor.

He leaned across the board. A strategy was mandatory if he wanted the outcome in his favor. Looking her in the eyes, he slid a disk on the diagonal keeping his finger on top of it.
She glanced down, a smile tweaking her lips, and raised her hand to play.

“Not yet, Fraulein.” He slid the red circle back onto its original square. “I think this a better move.” He crossed jumped two of her disks.

She never flinched. Her other shoe hit the floor, followed by a sock.

“You are a good sport.” He raised his glass in salute.

Another play and he pulled off both of his socks.

He moved. She snorted and flung her other sock into the air.

She made an outstanding move he never suspected. His shirt flew onto a side chair.
With a grin he glanced up and conquered another checker.

She grabbed her sweater at the hem, peeled it up her body and over her head, then tossed it onto the floor. Her low cut purple bra barely covered her puckered nipples. And his dick stood at attention.

His hands shook as he lifted another red disk over her black one.

She slid back the chair then stood. Her graceful fingers worked the button free. Wolfe held his breath as she wiggled the pants past her curvy hips. She glanced at him over her shoulder with the look of a woman who knew what she wanted. Her hands glided over her sleek ass, guiding the material down her long legs. She bent over to pull them off. He gripped the edge of the table at the sight of her ass cheeks gripping a purple thong and…

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 people receive an advance email of the new menu.

Website http://www.sloanetaylor.com
Twitter https://twitter.com/sloanetaylor2

Book details:

Ebook Price: $3.99
Ebook ISBN13: 978-1-61937-535-2
http://musapublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=37_36&products_id=543
Imprint: Calliope (Erotic Romance)
Release Date: 02/15/2013
Word Count: 48,000
Heat Level: 4

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10 responses to “Winter Games by Sloane Taylor

  1. sloanetaylor1

    Thanks for the promo, Emilia! I appreciate it.:)

  2. If Sloane writes it, I know it’s hot! Love your work!

  3. sharonledwith

    My thighs are sore from clenching. Thanks, Sloane, you do have a way with words! Cheers!

  4. marietuhart

    Hot excerpt, Sloane. I’ll never look at checkers the same way again 🙂 Love all your books.

    • sloanetaylor1

      So, Marie, you never thought of checkers as a contact sport, huh?:) Glad you like my work and we REALLY need to get you back on my blog. It’s been way too long.

  5. Hot as ever. I think my thighs are sort of melting, not clenching

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