by Sloane Taylor
Paul D’Laquois, the sexy hero in my short story French Delight, dedicates his life to science and the well-being of man. He understands the need for a greater food supply at reasonable prices and struggles to solve the problem by developing a tasty fruit. Lisette Hugo, the soon-to-be-love of Paul's life, stands by her man and supports him in all his endeavors. But she's no pushover. Lisette requested I send her my homemade applesauce recipe to tide them over in the fruit department until Paul perfects his orchard. I thought I'd share this easy dish with you, too.
6 large apples cored, peeled, and coarsely sliced*
1 cup sugar
4 tbsp. water
2 tbsp. lemon juice
1½ tbsp. soft butter
Combine all ingredients except butter in a saucepan. Bring to a boil over medium heat. Reduce heat, cover pot, and simmer 15 – 20 minutes or until apples mash easily with a fork.
Stir in the butter.
Mash with a potato masher. For a smoother texture pour the sauce into a blender or food processor and puree for a minute or so.
Turn into a serving bowl, cover, and refrigerate until ready to serve. This recipe also freezes well.
*Mix it up with a variety of apples to improve the flavor.
Now as for Paul and Lisette, here's a peek into their story.
Fantasy blooms alongside the flora in a garden of wicked delight.
Science is Paul’s life. Close to a major breakthrough, all he wants is to be left alone with his trees and not be forced to entertain a corporate suit. That is until the suit arrives in a sexy sundress. Now all Paul can think about is experimenting on her.
Lisette is less than thrilled to spend a month at a moldering chateau on the French Riviera with only some dried up old scientist for company. However the hot man in dirty jeans tending his scraggly trees proves more of a garden fantasy than the nerd in a lab coat.
Sex and science create a volatile formula resulting in total delight.
Paul looked at her. A deep, solemn stare. Time froze and all oxygen zapped from her brain.
It took all her energy to compel her brain back into business mode.
“Now let me get those papers for you.” She reluctantly moved away from him to search for her briefcase.
He caught her up in his arms, studying her. Was he searching for permission? She looped an arm around his neck while her other hand rode down his narrow hip, and lower to his firm butt.
He massaged her spine and electric charges shot to the tips of her puckered nipples. The combined aromas of sweet honey and tart wine mingled between them when he opened his mouth and licked his lips.
She closed her eyes and stretched up to taste him.
His lips barely touched hers. The light, tender kiss set her on fire. Not enough. Not near enough. She stepped closer, needing to feel all of him against her. His body heat radiated through his clothes, warming her sensitive places, and a shiver skittered through her. His hard cock pushed against her mons and she inched closer on trembling legs.
He glided his fingertips down her cheek, tracing along her jawbone, before continuing his seductive exploration to her throat. He spread his long fingers and circled her hot skin while his thumb caressed the long column. Dieu, how she loved to have her throat stroked while making love. She tipped her head back, allowing him full access. He lowered his head, his late-night beard scraping against her hot skin, electrifying her. Murmured words blended with equally soft moans as he nipped down to the pulsating hollow at the base of her throat.
A burning trail singed her flesh, following the path of his hand to her décolleté. His gentle touch triggered a whirlwind of sensations that rocked her body. She had never been so alive, so in need of a man.
Her nipples ached to be suckled. Moisture gathered in her throbbing vagina and pooled in her thong. The need to feel him stroke inside her, to ease the incredible pressure between her thighs, forced her to rock against his swollen dick.
She licked his lips before deepening their kiss. He glided her robe down one shoulder. She lowered her arm and the satiny fabric slid off her wrist.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, his hand continuing down her body until he cupped her breast. He gently squeezed her nipple between his thumb and index finger. With each pinch, she bucked against him. The sweet pressure carried her to a new plateau. Her moans filled the room as he rubbed the aching peak against the soft material of his shirt.
Sheer. Delicious. Torture.
She dropped her other arm and the robe parted, allowing the thin cloth to puddle onto the floor.
He slid his finger between her butt cheeks, gliding beneath the silk band of her thong until he reached her sphincter. With slow circling motions, he drew her into another realm of intense desire.
Her legs gave out.
He caught her in his arms and lifted her charged body as if she were a feather. After a languid kiss, he set her onto the kitchen table. She lay back, grateful for the support while he raised her legs, then anchored her bare feet against the tabletop…
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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 every Wednesday. The recipes are user friendly, meaning easy.
Taylor currently has seven erotic romance books and one box set released by Toque & Dagger Publishing. Excerpts from these books can be found on her website, blog, and all popular vendors.
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