Thursday, June 14, 2007

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

I'm Sloane Taylor, an average woman who lives more in a dream world then reality. Images pop into my head, like watching silent movies, on a regular basis. I have to write them down or lose my mind.

I was born and raised in Chicago then lived in Houston with my first husband. A second marriage brought me back to the Midwest to be close to my grandchildren. Life happened and my husband died. Years later I met my mate for the remainder of my time here. Now I have the best of everything, a great family, Studly and writing.


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ABOUT THE BOOK:

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 again, even if she is the sensual Mrs. Howard.



EXCERPT:
(Warning: The excerpt below contains explicit adult language and sexual content.)

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.

* * * * *

Teddi stared out the rain streaked windows at the busy tarmac. Her mind was too absorbed with the Munich tour operator, who had done 180 degrees on their contract, to appreciate the parade of jets taxiing along the horizon or the sexy man who had found her airline tickets. Sick at heart, she feared this was the end of her long established company as profits were eaten up by the extra hours spent to pacify her exasperated clientele. Every phone call in to her busy travel agency had been from an agitated customer ready to blame her for the radical changes to the European tour they had paid a hefty dollar to enjoy.

Maybe she’d better make one last phone call in the hope that damn Bavarian tour operator, who had been screwing with her head, had finally grown some balls and decided to do the right thing.

She flipped open her cell phone and after two rings heard Francine Daniels, the sovereign of all office managers, answer.

“It’s me, Francie, any word from Munich?” She held her breath, praying for good news.

“No, doll, no word from Fritz the Faker. I took the liberty of calling the bank. Sorry to add more woe to an already crappy day, but he’s cashed that big check you insisted on sending him. We’re in a world of hurt if he doesn’t follow through on his contract.”

“I’m not going to let this crook get away with it.” The cool front she presented to the world would not crumble.

“So get going, Theodora, your flight should be ready to board.”

A familiar image popped into her mind, Francine with her reading glasses three-quarters down her nose and the infamous letter opener waving in her left hand. “Please, I detest that name. It sounds so, I don’t know, Old World?”

“Well, that’s where you’re going, kid. I envy you. It would be great to get away for awhile. Think of all those sexy foreign guys.”

Teddi shook her head. Men held no interest for her

“Don’t you think it’s time you took off that ring?” asked Francine.

“No. I don’t.” She twisted the simple gold band around her finger, hurt by the insensitive suggestion.

“You’re a widow. It’s time you stopped hiding out in this office and move on. Eligible men aren’t falling from the sky.”

“And I don’t care if they are. Give it up.” Even though Matthew was dead, in her heart she was still his wife.

“Go on your trip, relax, get a massage. Have a little fun. Meet a man. Get laid,” said the irascible Francine. “It’s time, Teddi. Matthew would want you to be with someone.”

Of course she missed the intimacy of marriage. The sex had been great and it sure beat the hell out of aspirin to get rid a headache. She was so tense and frustrated she’d do just about anything to get some relief. She closed her eyes, rotated her head, and heard enough cracks and pops to make her crave a good massage.

The darkened room and soft music helped her to relax. She stretched out on the table, shifting just enough to take the pressure off her nipples. Her arms hung limply over the table edge as she watched the masseur enter. With the soft snick of the lock, she realized they were alone. There she was, naked except for the warm towel draped across the swell of her butt. There he was, all male and tanned with a white tee shirt stretched across his rock-hard chest.

A trace of something spicy floated around her just as his warm hands slid up her spine. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped as he rubbed purposefully to relieve the tension in her shoulders. Everything felt so good. His slick hands gliding down her torso, the music, the warm oil, ooh especially those hands as they took control of her muscles and thoughts. His thumbs pressed deeper into her tight flesh as his fingers spread across her back. The warmth skittering over her skin was so intimate and welcome, reminding her of all that she missed. He pushed firmer, sliding up, down, and out. His fingers skimmed the side of her breast. She held her breath. A deep chuckle filled the room.

“You like?”

“Oh, yes.” She twisted to relieve the tingling in her nipples, exposing her breast. His index finger traced her puckered aureole as his palm massaged her, making her vagina swell.

The towel dipped as he moved lower and stroked her butt. His long fingers slid between her cleft, setting off sensations she’d only dreamt about. Her hips jerked as he moved lower yet. Somehow the scrap of cloth had disappeared.

He shifted her legs apart as he caressed her thighs. His fingers delved higher until they lightly stroked…


REVIEWS:

Teddi Turns On is quite an enjoyable read. The characters are great! First time author Sloane Taylor, did a wonderful job delving into the minds of her characters. Sloane wrote them exactly how I would envision an attractive widow woman ready to move on or a handsome German man who is success in the business world. I love the parts of this story when Sloane Taylor writes about the character’s fantasies. I think I’ve quite seen that before. That let me understand the characters more because of their fantasies. Teddi Turns On is a great story that I recommend for readers looking for a wonderfully written love story. - Euro Review

Teddi is a strong, intelligent woman who is easy to relate to and admire. She is an exact portrayal of a widow who is emotionally high strung after her beloved husband’s death and does not want to be attached to any man. She knows that she needs to get a life but is just not ready for self exploration. While David has charm, his macho attitude was a complete turn off at times but you forgive him after learning that he became the backbone of his family at a very early age. The chemistry between Teddi and David was intense despite Teddi’s guilt of being unfaithful to her dead husband. 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. - Mahaira Fatima, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

This is a highly sensual book with a lot of strong sex scenes, but it is also very much a romance. David is the arrogant, commanding hero we all love and Teddi's need for love touches the heart. If you enjoy strong sexual scenes you will love this and I recommend it to you for a very enjoyable read. Award five red roses. - Morna, Red Rose Review


Teddi Turns On by Sloane Taylor
ISBN: 1933874457
Heat Level: Ultra Sensual
$5.99 from Triskelion Publishing



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