French Twist

By Sloane Taylor

Spies and lies bring a deadly twist to the City of Lights.

Interpol agent Claudette D’Laquois is trapped in the hellhole of life and unable to trust anyone. Desperate to regain control, she flees to the safety of her uncle’s rundown chateau on the French Riviera. But Claudette soon learns the countryside has its own dangers when she finds herself alone with a sexy foreigner.

Uptight accountant Donald Hobbs ditches numbers for dirt to oversee his friend’s orchard for three weeks. His well deserved vacation is perfect until a seductive mademoiselle drags him into a dangerous world of intrigue and erotic fantasy.

Illegal drugs and Russian mobsters take a back seat to a lethal night of sinful pleasure for Claudette and Don.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sloane Taylor
• Release date: Sep 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9780996519724

Sloane Taylor

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.

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French Twist

Book Three

Naughty Ladies of Nice

by

Sloane Taylor

About French Twist

Interpol agent Claudette D’Laquois is trapped in the hellhole of life and unable to trust anyone. Desperate to regain control, she flees to the safety of her uncle’s rundown chateau on the French Riviera. But Claudette soon learns the countryside has its own dangers when she finds herself alone with a sexy foreigner.

Uptight accountant Donald Hobbs ditches numbers for dirt to oversee his friend’s orchard for three weeks. His well deserved vacation is perfect until a seductive mademoiselle drags him into a dangerous world of intrigue and erotic fantasy.

Illegal drugs and Russian mobsters take a back seat to a lethal night of sinful pleasure for Claudette and Don.

Copyright

Copyright © French Twist by Sloane Taylor, Second Editon

Issued by : Toque & Dagger Publishing

a division of Chafin-Cole Enterprises, 2015

Smashwords Edition

ISBN: 978-0-9965197-2-4

All Rights Reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of the publisher.

This book is licensed to the original purchaser only. Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of International Copyright Law, subject to criminal prosecution and upon conviction, fines and/or imprisonment. No part of this book can be reproduced or sold by any person or business without the express permission of the publisher.

This book is a work of fiction. While references may be made to actual places or events, the names, characters, incidents, and locations within are from the author’s imagination and are not a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any similarity is coincidental.

Editor: Helen Hardt

Cover Artist & Interior Design: Kelly Shorten

First Edition Issued by Musa Publishing, 2013

Acknowledgements

To Melissa Bradley and Erica Dananay who never let me forget I’m a Southside girl.

Chapter One

Baby, you’re up to your beautiful brown eyes in shit. Don leaned against the office doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, which was the safest way to control the anger boiling inside him.

Claudette gave him one of her typical French sniffs. The chicks from Marseille have one hell of a disposition. For two weeks he’d been forced to work with her, and she hadn’t made them easy.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Hobbs. It is nice to see you too this beautiful morning."

Again with the damn sniff. He’d enjoy nothing more than flipping her over his knee and landing a few well-placed swats on his unwanted assistant’s firm ass. Common sense said she’d have no problem ratting him out to her Uncle Paul.

Glad you’re able to relax with a ton of that reeking stuff parked in the front yard. Don blinked and shoved his glasses up his nose. At that point he’d do anything to force his gaze away from her long tan legs stretched across the scarred desktop. Just once, she could have a little decorum and wear slacks to work. Or at least something that covered more than her curvy ass. Do you have plans for it?

"Mon ami, you make too much of petit things." Claudette slid her legs leisurely off the desk, crossed one knee over the other, and didn’t bother to tug down her short red skirt.

Don swallowed hard.

She sniffed again and held her hand at arm’s length, inspecting her polished fingernails. That irritating, hoity-toity attitude of hers had to go.

"Plus, you exaggerate. I simply checked one of the little boxes on the form and mailed it to the supplier. He obviously made the mistake if what you say is truth."

He slapped the side of the desk to get her undivided attention. Right then, he’d do anything to erase the image of those well-toned calves wrapped around his neck. Damn it, why are French women so sexy?

No, doll. There’s literally a ton of cow dung right out there on the circular drive. He pointed toward the front door. With his other hand, he nudged her legs aside and grabbed a sheaf of papers. I don’t know what the hell you ordered, but that’s what you got. So what’s your plan, baby? I happen to have a shovel in your size.

Her chair slammed back and just missed smashing the glass doors on the bookcase. With a look that would have stopped Napoleon in his prime, she tossed her little nail file onto a stack of papers and stood.

Do not treat me like a stupid woman— cheeks flaming, she got right into his face —or your wife.

One, you’re not stupid. You only like to pretend you are. He ticked the points off on the fingers on his free hand. Two, thank God I don’t have a wife. With my bad luck, she might be just like you.

She glared at him for one intense second before she jerked the order form from his hand.

"You, monsieur, need to be taught manners."

"You, mademoiselle, need a good spanking."

A coy smile tweaked the corners of her pouty, full lips. "That may be so, you uptight Américain, but this is not the time to discuss my sexual preferences."

He choked as the image of her compact rear end, bared only for him, popped into his mind.

Pay attention. She ran her finger down the short list and shrugged. "C’est la vie. You are right. I marked the wrong box. It was a petit mistake."

"So who’s supposed to come up with the extra money, let