"4.5 Red Roses!...The author brings her sharp wit to this book, giving the reader a sexy and entertaining story that ends just as it should. As usual Taylor has written a very sensual and enjoyable book."--Linda Sole, Red Roses For Authors Reviews
"4 Cups!...Sensual heat does more than sizzle in Czech Mate. Once Lacey and Dragan get together, it is almost like an inferno...Lacey and Petrovic are bold and sassy. Sloane Taylor creates an interesting story, with heat, that burns with every flip of the page. She instills sharp dialogue that keeps the story flowing at a great pace that is delightful."--Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance
"5 Angels!...I laughed all the way through Czech Mate--Lacey’s sense of humour is pithy and hilarious. The sex scenes are scorching hot and there’s a real joy to the whole story, as if Sloane Taylor had a riot of a time writing it. I loved Lacey’s direct, ballsy attitude and the way she embraced her sexuality. There’s another side to the story, too--the scene where they share the truth about their pasts is very well done and believable. If you’re looking for a fun, raunchy read with a heart to it, Czech Mate is for you."--Maija, Fallen Angel Reviews
"5 Hearts!...Looking for a good book that will keep you laughing with a heroine who knows how to laugh at herself even when times are down, then Czech Mate is the choice for you. Lacey has a great bold, sense of humor and there were times when I out right laughed out loud through this book. The sex scenes are hot and the couple in the story are perfect for one another. This novella is a wonderful quick read."--Roni, Romance Book Scene
"5 Hearts!...Sloane Taylor pens a tale of an unlikely duo who cut through the exterior trappings of life to the things that are important...Heat, humor, and the old-world charm of Prague blend in a really good way as Ms. Taylor crafts this story...Tender moments contrast with overt sexual behavior between Lacey and Dragan making this a wonderful read."--Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio
"4.5 Stars!...A fun, heated, feel-good romance that left me satisfied. Admittedly I am normally strictly a fan of the paranormal but this one intrigued me. I found it to be surprisingly humorous, with well developed dialogue and great characters for the most part. I love how Ms. Taylor effortlessly mixes in the Czech dialect. Like Lacey I didn't understand a word of it, but it sure sounded sexier than hell. I was ready to throw myself into Dragan's arms...It’s not too often that you can find a good simple romance that contains this kind of heat in the erotica genre. For this reason, I would gladly recommend Czech Mate to anyone who wants a great boy-meets-girl romance."--T. S. Peters, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
...Lacey lifted out a teetering stack of silky looking items. Lingerie? A light blue bra encased with what must be rhinestones slid to the floor, quickly followed by the matching lacey bikini panties.
“What are these?” Dragan knelt next to her, blood pounding through his veins as he captured the delicate cloth in his hands.
“My undies.” She continued to rummage, spilling more silken items onto the carpet.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Uncomfortable?”
“Surprisingly, no.” She giggled, her creamy skin taking on a rosy glow as she dipped her head lower to the suitcase. “Damn it, where is it?”
A vision of her dressed only in the intimate garments and those sexy high heels strapped to her ankles flooded his mind, sending jolts of electricity south.
His stiff cock, which seemed to be its normal posture in her presence, swelled larger as she walked toward him, its throbbing head anxious to be deep inside her, wrapped in her wet heat. The tips of her hard nipples shoved against the silky fabric of her bra, their outline a beacon to his aching member. His fingers itched to caress the soft mounds, rising over the miniscule rhinestone-studded cups, and tongue her hard nipples. He could almost feel the erotic sensation when he released them, mounted her and slid his cock between their firm flesh.
She stepped closer, drawing his attention lower to her shapely hips. Mesmerized, he watched them sway, the movement seductive, sensual, compelling him to taste her.
The clear gems sprinkled across her sheer panties twinkled in the dim light. He licked his dry lips. The burning desire to kiss the lacey vee at the apex of her thighs, suckle her clit through the thin material and graze a finger along her folds brought sweat to his brow.
She slid the bra straps down her shoulders. His heart thudded, banging against his ribcage. He stood…
“Earth to Vic. Come in, Vic.” A hand shook his shoulder, returning him to the present. “Um, you might want to let go, big time.”
He glanced down at his hands, wadding her undergarments into a knot. Kersati. Fuck, what the hell could he say to her and not appear to be an old lecher? “I apologize. My mind must have taken a short vacation.”
She laughed. “Yeah, right. Don’t even think I’ll buy that one, big guy.”
Dragan pursed his lips, not sure how to determine the best way to measure Lacey’s shapely body without appearing to molest her, especially after making a fool of himself over her delicate underwear. He did not trust himself to hold back, and not wrap her in his arms and kiss her until she begged him to make love to her.
Kersati, how the hell could he have become so affected by this young woman in a matter of an hour? He looked at her, his hands fisted tight at his sides.
“Do you have a tape measure?”
He shook his head, not trusting the right words to travel past his lips.
A grin spread across her face and carried to her bright hazel eyes, eyes that seemed to see deep into his soul.
“Then how do you plan to do this? String? Belt?” Her voice echoed the humor radiating from her face. “Silk scarves?”
He looked at his raised hands, the fingers spread wide as if he were testing melons in the market. Disgusted by his absurd action, he jammed them into his trouser pockets.
“It’s not going to happen if you don’t make it happen.” She reached for his wrists. When he dug them deeper into his pockets, she laughed. Kersati, his balls were drawn so tight they hurt...