Getting to know Pierre from French Tart by Sloane Taylor

Please give a warm welcome to Pierre from FRENCH Tart by Sloane Taylor today as we sit down and see what makes him tick.

Q: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author? 

Bonjour, mademoiselle.  I was born in the Belgian Congo and am très intelligent. You see I speak in full sentences and have a large vocabulary, but that is true of all African Grey Parrots. Some say I am difficult to control. Ridicule! When I get my way I am perfection. I am twenty-five-years-old and spent most of my life in a seedy café in Algiers. The clientele were drunks and prostitutes. So, Mademoiselle Dawn, I am very well versed in words of love.

Now for this author - the Sloane has a penchant for the unusual. And so do you, mademoiselle, because you are chatting with an African Grey Parrot and enjoying it. I can tell by the twinkle in your eye and the smile caressing your soft lips. Or are you interested in Pierre because you have more in mind than chatting?  Ooh la la! If only that were so. I boom boom better than any man so I would make you very happy, Mademoiselle Dawn.

Q: What was it that drew you to your mate?

You see, my raven haired beauty Dawn, I was held captive by this chef in a cooking school in Nice, France. Donatienne walked in the first day of class dressed in slacks and a sheer white blouse and it was love at first sight. Her eyes are very expressive and she has the body of a goddess.  The situation was a fait accompli.

Q: A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner?

We were in the kitchen of the cooking school. Donatienne stroked my throat as I sat on her shoulder gazing at her cleavage. My hard-on was a rock and I was about to dip between her creamy breasts when that buffoon Mark interrupted us. But I managed to get even with the fool before the book ended and he has never been the same.

Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick she can play? 

Remove her blouse and let me nestle between her luscious tits. A petite moment is all I need then I am sure to boom boom all night long and my Donatienne will smile forever.

Q: What is the one place on your partner's body that you know will drive them wild-in and out of bed?

Ooh la la, I perform petite nips on my Donatienne’s fingertips and Voilà! she purrs like a kitten. You see, Mademoiselle Dawn, her fingers are sensitive from all her herb growing and cooking.

Q: What was one of the most embarrassing things your author did to you in FRENCH Tart?
That horrid Sloane put me in a box! I can’t bear to think about the trauma, it causes my feathers to molt.

Q: Anything else you would like to add?

Oui, ma chérie, I am available for a petite tête à tête this evening if you are able to slip away. I promise you will be a happy woman when we part.

Thank you, Pierre, for joining us on 'Meet the Character' day here at Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog. Please find FRENCH Tart by Sloane Taylor at Musa Publishing.

Bon Appétit...Satisfy all your cravings at cooking school. 

Determined to prove herself and shed her party girl image, Donatienne Dubois pins her hope on the exclusive cooking school in Nice, France. One by one her expectations are shattered by a foul-mouthed parrot, a bogus Michelin chef, and a headmistress with a heart of tungsten steel. Donni’s lifesaver is a bad boy too hot not to handle.

Mark Anderson is incognito and hating every moment. To pose as a student while keeping tabs on a rich wild child is his version of hell, until he partners with the dish of Crème Brulée  good enough to eat.

Class takes on a whole new meaning as Doni and Mark heat up the kitchen when they discover honey has better uses than sweetening tea.

EXCERPT:

Mark pasted a cheery smile on his face. Hell, he was getting the hang of this cooking stuff. He tipped the mountain of cheese piled on his platter and leaned closer to the stove, eyeing the pan that looked too small to hold it all.

“Stop!” Doni held up her tiny hand. “You cannot toss all that in here.”

He stumbled backward. What the hell? He’d done exactly what she told him. She couldn’t blame him because the damn block of cheese grated up to Matterhorn size.

“Are you sure you’re in the right cooking school?” She threw in a handful of the white shreds and shuffled the pan until one side of the omelet flipped over the other.

“Are you sure it’s cooked?” He pointed at the pan. “Looks kind of pale to me.”

“Are you sure you know anything about food?” She glared at him while wiping her slender fingers on a striped blue towel. “This is the easiest dish we’ll prepare. What’s going to happen when we advance to boeuf à la mode and present it?”

Now she had him on this present thing, let alone whatever the hell kind of food she meant. If it even was food.

“No problem. I’m your man and ready to step up to the plate.” Dammit. How stupid was that, to make a baseball reference? Quick, change the subject. “What’s next?”

She handed him a coffee cup.

Good, a caffeine jolt would go good about now.

“Snip the chives.”

“Ah, sure.” He gingerly took the mug, wondering what the hell she expected of him.

“These”—she waved a handful of limp skinny green sticks at him—“are chives. From the onion family.” She shook her head, then slid the omelet onto an oval platter. When he didn’t move, she slapped a pair of scissors into his palm. “Do I have to do it for you?”

“You don’t have to be insulting.”

“I apologize.” She tossed her head to move a thick strand of hair from her cheek. He looped the blonde lock around his finger—pure silk—then curled it behind her ear. Her breath quickened and his heart swelled. He leaned into her, needing to taste her pink lips. The sweet aroma of flowers filled his lungs…

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About the 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 Sloane now live in a small home in Indiana and enjoy the change from city life.

She is an avid cook with new recipes posted each week on her blog http://sloanetaylor.blogspot.com/.  The recipes are user friendly menus, meaning easy. Feel free to email her at sloanetaylor@comcast.net to be included on the Cooking Pals list. These people receive advance notice of the new recipe.

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