What happens when a photojournalist goes to Paris to uncover the truth of an exclusive night club? Does she get the shot of a life time, or does she meet the man that could turn her life around? Find out in Photo Op! by Sloane Taylor releasing October 2008 through Aspen Mountain Press.
Blurb:
World renowned photojournalist Emily Peters is in Paris ready to expose the truth behind the ultra exclusive S&G Club. More than willing to go to extremes for the job, she never expects to be tied up in knots by the Devil.
Restaurateur Nicholas Caine has no intention of indulging his sexual appetites while on a business trip, until a seductive 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 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 ladies have your same reaction."
She cleared her throat. "Delightful."
"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.
"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."
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. "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.
Several diners met with her lickable waiter at the doorway. He stood to the side, gesturing for them to go first. A tall 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
Don't Wait! Run and grab your copy of Photo Op! by Sloane Taylor releasing October 2008 through Aspen Mountain Press
Phoenix Forrester
Phoenix Rising Promotions
www.phoenixrisingpromotions.com
Blurb:
World renowned photojournalist Emily Peters is in Paris ready to expose the truth behind the ultra exclusive S&G Club. More than willing to go to extremes for the job, she never expects to be tied up in knots by the Devil.
Restaurateur Nicholas Caine has no intention of indulging his sexual appetites while on a business trip, until a seductive 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 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 ladies have your same reaction."
She cleared her throat. "Delightful."
"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.
"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."
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. "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.
Several diners met with her lickable waiter at the doorway. He stood to the side, gesturing for them to go first. A tall 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
Don't Wait! Run and grab your copy of Photo Op! by Sloane Taylor releasing October 2008 through Aspen Mountain Press
Phoenix Forrester
Phoenix Rising Promotions
www.phoenixrisingpromotions.com
BOOK EXCERPT: Photo Op! by Sloane Taylor
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