Photo Op!

By Sloane Taylor

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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sloane Taylor
• Release date: Dec 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9780996519755

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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Photo Op!

by

Sloane Taylor

About Photo Op!

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.

Copyright

Copyright © Photo Op! by Sloane Taylor, Second Editon

Issued by : Toque & Dagger Publishing

a division of Chafin-Cole Enterprises, 2015

Smashwords Edition

ISBN: 978-0-9965197-5-5

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 Art & Interior Design: Kelly Shorten

First Edition Issued by Musa Publishing, 2013

Dedication

To my dear friend author Melissa Bradley for her deliciously naughty mind. And my witty pal Erica Dananay for her amazing taglines.

Chapter One

Po werful bubbles swirled around her sore muscles, creating the much needed relief she had dreamt about a week ago on the arduous trek up Machu Picchu. The one time she should have traveled light and didn’t. As usual she had lugged more equipment than necessary, but a good photographer never knew what might come in handy. The spectacular views of rugged peaks and glacier-carved valleys, along with the vivacious Peruvian children, had made all that baggage worthwhile.

She sighed and toed the gilded hot water tap and appreciated the ease to bring a gush of heat to her cooling Jacuzzi.

When was the last time she’d actually taken time to relax and enjoy life? Certainly not between that wretched eleven day train ride from Moscow to Beijing and her short time in Peru. Eight time zones played hell on a girl’s skin. She glanced in the oval mirror at the dark circles ringing her eyes and laughed. Emily Raccoon should be her new byline.

With one hand she adjusted the satin pillow at her neck, and with the other reached for yet another tourist brochure supplied by the hotel. She leafed through the glossy pages and shook her head at the poor craftsmanship of the blurred photos.

When was her last time in Paris? She dipped below the bubbles and came up through a cloud of lavender scented air. Bath salts are pure luxury.

Oh yes, the anniversary of the Pyramid at the Louvre. She had trucked into town and caught a snap of Pei shaking hands with Mitterrand. Made her quite a tidy bundle. She had to laugh at her youthful cockiness, but the francs were a good amount for a twenty-year-old know-it-all. The lace curtain fluttered in the breeze. She stared out at the setting sun and wondered where those other twenty years had gone. So long ago. The past was more like a dream.

She forced her attention back to the poorly printed information she held in her wet fingers, disgusted as they stuck to the pages and the rainbow of cheap ink dripped into her tub.

Page after page offered guided tours on crowded plush motor coaches which were simply not her style. What she really needed was a map of Paris to plot out her own route. She pinched a petit four off the silver tray and popped it into her mouth. What sights most interested her?

The Eiffel Tower was a must. Should she walk the stairs to the top? A cramp started low in her calf, protesting her thought.

Okay, no climbing. She massaged the sore muscle before adjusting her leg closer to a powerful jet. I get the message, taxis only. Now behave. At the tower we’ll ride the elevator. Thank God, no one heard her talking to herself. Another occupational hazard from years of working alone.

The thin pamphlet melted under her damp fingers and she dropped the shreds to the floor. For many years she had dreamt of this week and planned every moment. She just needed to be sure to leave enough time to indulge