Never mix business with pleasure, unless pleasure is your business.
Photojournalist Emily Peters treats herself to the perfect birthday gift - a weekend in Paris. Her excitement builds when she hits the scene of the exclusive S&G Club. Exposing the truth behind their private pleasure chambers and the elite who frequent them will be the diamond in her career crown. At least Em thinks so until she’s tied up in knots by the Devil himself.
British restaurateur Nicholas Caine visits Paris to check on his S&G Club investment and to sample its many benefits. Nick’s not on the hunt until he encounters a tiger that pretends to be a kitten. There’s no doubt she’ll satisfactorily flex her claws given the right incentive.
What starts as a prime photo opportunity evolves into a weekend of erotic fantasies as Nick awakens Emily’s dark passions.
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About the Author
Award-Winning author 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. Studly, her mate for life, and Taylor now live in a small home in Indiana and enjoy the change from city life. She is an avid cook and posts new recipes on her blog http://sloanetaylor.blogspot.com/ every Wednesday. The recipes are user friendly, meaning easy. Taylor currently has five erotic romance books released by Toque & Dagger Publishing with more releasing in the near future.
Read an Excerpt
"Perhaps the next room will be more to your pleasure." He led her out the door and into the adjacent room, the color scheme shades of lavender and amethyst, then uncorked a fresh bottle of white wine.
"Try this." He handed her a slim glass and raised his to the light. "Beautiful straw color for a white Burgundy, isn't it? Louis Latour creates this fruity wine with a bit of oak notes. His Chassagne Montrachet is highly respected among connoisseurs."
She took a sip, appreciating the pleasant taste that bit her palate, while an inner voice warned her to lighten up on all the drinks.
"Anchovy canapé?" He held up a gilded tray.
The diced fuzzy fish sat on top of crusty toasted bread. A strong whiff of garlic sent her stomach churning. She held up a hand, shook her head, and gulped down her wine.
He cocked an eyebrow and refilled her glass.
Emily sank onto the gold lacquered medallion armchair, her bottom slipped against the mauve silk fabric.
"Everything all right?"
"Yes, fine. A little warm in here, isn't it?" She fanned her flushed face before swallowing another cold sip.
He stepped away and did something at the brocade covered wall. A moment later cool air swirled around her. He turned to her and smiled, then gestured toward the glass.
An overly made-up middle-aged blonde sat on the side of a canopy bed, wearing the hottest red come-fuck-me-heels Emily had ever seen. One skinny leg crossed over the other, masking her color coordinated panties.
Emily sat straighter in her chair, curious to see what would happen next. Purely for research, she tried to convince herself, ignoring the tingle low in her abdomen.
The womanleaned back on her outstretched palms and tossed her shoulder length hair, her long breasts bobbing with the movement.
A much younger man silently entered through a side panel. Tall, muscular, and absolutely lickable. His muscles rippled as he walked buck-naked toward the bed, his substantial purple cock pointed north.
"This seems to be more to your liking." Nick laid his hands on her bare shoulders. A shiver ran through her as he spread his firm fingers across her décolleté. She could only nod as his heat traveled lower to her tight breasts.
Nick pressed his thumbs into Emily's back, massaging the stress kinks out of her tight muscles, creating a greater need between her thighs. She sighed as his caressing fingers glided up her throat, her secret zone no man had as yet discovered.