Taylor Lee

About Taylor Lee

USA Today Best Selling author Taylor Lee writes Suspenseful Mystery Thrillers – with a heavy dose of Sexy to Sizzling HOT Romance.

In the five years that she has been writing, Taylor has written more than forty books. Her eight, series track her Special Operatives, Covert Agents, Cops, Firefighters and other iconic heroes and heroines, through the harrowing situations that make up their lives. From human trafficking rings to corrupt politicians, Taylor investigates the underbelly of society and the criminals who flourish there.

Taylor says: “From the residue in my personal blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the “good guys and gals” of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.

My characters are arrogant alpha males and the feisty women who bring them to their knees – and vice versa… They fight hard, love hard and don’t mince words. They are dangerous men and women in dangerous times. Love, passion and ridding the world of evil? What’s not to like?

What’s Almost Better Than Sex?

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Why food, of course! Remember, I did say “almost”. Next to writing sexy romantic thrillers, along with my very special guy, I enjoy, make that–lust after food. I love to cook it, eat it, discuss it, and frankly, play with it. Which for sensualists is totally understandable given that food in all its glorious iterations is sensuality personified. As Robin Leach says in his intro to Amy Reiley’ terrific sensual cook book Fork Me, Spoon Me “Forget the bedroom. The new sensual spot is in the kitchen—the perfect foreplay to getting hot and steamy, at—or on—the counter.”
Face it. What can be more erotic than paging through glorious recipes featuring lusciously beautiful, tasty food in preparation for a special night—or morning or mid-afternoon with your special guy? To me, one of the best indicators of a man’s sensual “acumen” is how he relates to food. Does he eat for the pleasure of it as well to satisfy his hunger? Does he choose food based on color, taste, texture and aroma? And the real test, does he like to play with his food, eat with his fingers and of course to feed succulent pieces to you?
Two of my favorite cookbooks are InterCOURSES; An Aphrodisiac Cookbook by Martha Hopkins and Randall Lockridge and Reiley’s Fork Me Spoon Me. Both books feature tantalizing recipes guaranteed to liven your tastes buds and stoke your hormones. They are encyclopedias to the time-honored aphrodisiac powers of various foods. The pictures alone are sensual visual treats. So grab your favorite guy/gal and head to the kitchen—the new sensual hot spot!
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Taylor Lee

USA Today Best Selling author Taylor Lee writes Suspenseful Mystery Thrillers – with a heavy dose of Sexy to Sizzling HOT Romance.

In the five years that she has been writing, Taylor has written more than forty books. Her eight, series track her Special Operatives, Covert Agents, Cops, Firefighters and other iconic heroes and heroines, through the harrowing situations that make up their lives. From human trafficking rings to corrupt politicians, Taylor investigates the underbelly of society and the criminals who flourish there.

Taylor says: “From the residue in my personal blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the “good guys and gals” of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.

My characters are arrogant alpha males and the feisty women who bring them to their knees – and vice versa… They fight hard, love hard and don’t mince words. They are dangerous men and women in dangerous times. Love, passion and ridding the world of evil? What’s not to like?

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Remembering a Feminist Pioneer by @taylorleewrites

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Kate Millett’s best-selling book “Sexual Politics” published in 1970, was a landmark of cultural criticism and a manifesto for the modern feminist movement. Millett died early this month. She was 82.

If your introduction to the second wave of feminism was in the ‘70’s, as mine was, “Sexual Politics” changed your life. I can still remember my fevered excitement reading Millett’s indictment of the paternalistic society that relegated women to second class citizenship, particularly in the realm of sexuality.

Those were heady days for those of us who were teenagers in the fifties and early sixties and had been taught to view our sexuality through a distinctly male prism. Instead all the old shibboleths about women’s sexuality were smashed to smithereens by feminist pioneers like Gloria Steinem, Betty Friedan, Germaine Greer and of course, Kate Millett.

We newly-minted feminist women got to see ourselves, particularly our bodies, in entirely new ways. And we got to think about sex in ways that we never had. Not only did we get to decide whether or not we would get pregnant—thank you, birth control—but that we could and should take control of our sexuality. And we got to decide how and what sexual practices would bring us pleasure as women and as lovers
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For me, as the mother of three daughters, books like Sexual Politics were life-changing. My great hope, that has been realized, was that my daughters would grow up believing in their right—frankly their obligation—to claim the kind of sexuality that honors them as women and pioneers.

Today I would challenge Millett’s most sweeping theories. I’m not as consumed by ideology as I was in my radical 20’s. On the other hand, I’m confident that I wouldn’t write the kind of books that I write, HOT Romantic Suspense, if I had not come through the crucible of the 70’s.
So thank you, Kate Millett, for waking up a generation of women to their rights as women in a central aspect of their lives—their sexuality.

One quote that for many years was on my wall speaks to Millett’s passion and hope for the future. A future that unfortunately has not been realized.

“It may be that a second wave of the sexual revolution might at last accomplish its aim of freeing half the race from its immemorial subordination — and in the process bring us all a great deal closer to humanity,”

Well said, Kate.

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Taylor Lee

USA Today Best Selling author Taylor Lee writes Suspenseful Mystery Thrillers – with a heavy dose of Sexy to Sizzling HOT Romance.

In the five years that she has been writing, Taylor has written more than forty books. Her eight, series track her Special Operatives, Covert Agents, Cops, Firefighters and other iconic heroes and heroines, through the harrowing situations that make up their lives. From human trafficking rings to corrupt politicians, Taylor investigates the underbelly of society and the criminals who flourish there.

Taylor says: “From the residue in my personal blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the “good guys and gals” of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.

My characters are arrogant alpha males and the feisty women who bring them to their knees – and vice versa… They fight hard, love hard and don’t mince words. They are dangerous men and women in dangerous times. Love, passion and ridding the world of evil? What’s not to like?

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Three Weeks of Heaven

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Oh how quickly our lives can change. My last bog post bemoaned my two plus weeks of hell—otherwise known as MOVING to a new house. Having escaped from hell, my angels apparently decided that they owed me three weeks of heaven and sent me to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.
Neither my hot guy nor I had been to the colonial hotbed of San Miguel. In former lives we both had sampled the usual vacation hotspots in Mexico—you know the ones that government warnings are cautioning us to avoid. No such warnings should or could be issued for San Miguel. It was an astonishingly welcoming and safe city. This is above all a walking city. Narrow cobblestone streets have nary a stop sign or traffic light. Instead, the traffic, both pedestrian and motorized, obeys an unwritten code. Motorized traffic abides by the “one by one” rule. Even taxis take turns with each other no matter how busy they are. And pedestrians rule. Walkers, like me, absolutely have the right of way. It took me a couple of days to believe that I could stop four- way traffic simply by stepping off the curb.
More than 2000 colonial homes fronted by a rainbow of multicolored doors populate the historic center city. I never ceased to be amazed to discover that behind those narrow doors were extraordinary patios, flourishing gardens and two hundred year old colonial homes. The city is a hotbed for artists, musicians, writers and history buffs. And given that my guy and I are devout foodies, fabulous restaurants. Everything was fresh with a huge emphasis on organic products. Our days began with calorie-laden breakfasts which I would never eat at home, followed by three to four hours exploring. In that I’m addicted, I headed for the gym while my more reasonable man went back to our rented colonial home to read on one of the three patios. He liked the roof top one best. Our evenings included a happy hour, great food and some kind of music or dramatic presentation.
Perhaps the highlight of our visit was the beautiful two hundred year old house we were lucky to rent. It was truly wonderful. It was filled with beautiful, lush gardens, and three separate patios. Best of all, like everything else in San Miguel, it was surprisingly affordable. Seriously, we had six course tasting menus accompanied with a bottle of wine for less than $50 for the two of us. Easily would have cost $100++ in the states. If you ever have the chance to go to San Miguel, take it! Perhaps the fact that we rented the same house for the full month of August 2018 says it all. We can hardly wait! P.S. Plan on me publishing a Mexico influenced romantic suspense series next year!

Taylor Lee

USA Today Best Selling author Taylor Lee writes Suspenseful Mystery Thrillers – with a heavy dose of Sexy to Sizzling HOT Romance.

In the five years that she has been writing, Taylor has written more than forty books. Her eight, series track her Special Operatives, Covert Agents, Cops, Firefighters and other iconic heroes and heroines, through the harrowing situations that make up their lives. From human trafficking rings to corrupt politicians, Taylor investigates the underbelly of society and the criminals who flourish there.

Taylor says: “From the residue in my personal blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the “good guys and gals” of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.

My characters are arrogant alpha males and the feisty women who bring them to their knees – and vice versa… They fight hard, love hard and don’t mince words. They are dangerous men and women in dangerous times. Love, passion and ridding the world of evil? What’s not to like?

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Two Weeks In Hell

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Occasionally to challenge my usual sense of well-being I wonder what it would be like to be in hell. Would it be a fiery dungeon filled with gargoyles and wanna be devils armed with sharp pikes and no water? Or would it be a surprisingly freezing tomb, like being packed naked in dry ice unable to stop my body-quaking tremors for eternity? Well, for better or worse, these last two weeks I have been in what can only be described as a ‘living hell’. I’ve been moving. In Arizona in July, no less!

Out of nowhere, a house appeared on the market that was everything we’ve been looking for. Fighting to be first in the flurry of offers the owners were considering, we weren’t deterred when they added a high bar—one we were foolish enough to believe we could clear. They gave us two weeks max to move. Never looking back, we gave our current landlord notice and began the process of turning our lives upside down. It’s hard to believe that when we made the decision, my daughter and I actually thought we could pull it off. Heck, with our usual aplomb, our confidence was high. We were that excited.

Being as organized and disciplined as I am, I even assumed I could manage my usual writing schedule and not miss a single one of my daily two-hour workouts. Granted, I did have to take a weekend off to run a long-scheduled trail run in Flagstaff, but I treated that as a holiday refusing to admit it shortened my moving preparations by three full days. I even promised myself that unlike previous moves, this time I would be totally organized. I would sort through all of our things and take to the new house only the things we really need and use. Knowing that you all have moved at one time or another and certain that some of you may even have as much “stuff” as we do–you can imagine how quickly our foolish optimism turned to mush.

My final cave-in was acknowledging that I would not be able to sort through the stunning collection of old photos that I have accumulated over the years. As a mother of three and grandmother of four, I conceded that organizing and eliminating excess isn’t in my DNA, at least when it comes to pictures of my glorious offspring. Thanking my angels for the wonderfully spacious storage bins in our new garage, I made the solemn promise that should I ever be foolish enough to move again, I truly will sort through the twenty-two boxes of old photos and organize them into carefully dated albums. Meantime, I will close the door to our over-filled garage and begin to enjoy our beautiful new house. Heck, I might even write today and go for my daily seven mile run. Or…maybe not:)!

Taylor Lee

USA Today Best Selling author Taylor Lee writes Suspenseful Mystery Thrillers – with a heavy dose of Sexy to Sizzling HOT Romance.

In the five years that she has been writing, Taylor has written more than forty books. Her eight, series track her Special Operatives, Covert Agents, Cops, Firefighters and other iconic heroes and heroines, through the harrowing situations that make up their lives. From human trafficking rings to corrupt politicians, Taylor investigates the underbelly of society and the criminals who flourish there.

Taylor says: “From the residue in my personal blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the “good guys and gals” of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.

My characters are arrogant alpha males and the feisty women who bring them to their knees – and vice versa… They fight hard, love hard and don’t mince words. They are dangerous men and women in dangerous times. Love, passion and ridding the world of evil? What’s not to like?

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Happy Birthday to Me!

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Happy Birthday to Me! Yes today is my birthday and I am excited to celebrate year number 73! I am a freak about birthdays. I love them and I make a point of celebrating them. They are important landmarks. I have to tell you, I have a terrific life. I have three beautiful daughters who have been enriching my life since they were born. I’m also blessed with four not-to-believed grandsons who make me an extremely proud Mimi. Nearly three years ago I met my best friend and lover, who happens to be 78 years old. To give you an idea of how sensational he is, he treated me to a long birthday weekend in Sedona, AZ, the mystical land of red rocks and breathtaking vistas. We hiked in extraordinary canyons, went on a wine tour, and ate in amazing restaurants.

Day to day, I am an exercise addict and run six miles a day. I write a minimum of 2500 words a day and have a wonderful group of author friends who inspire me to do what I love to do in an industry that is ever changing and not always to our benefit. I write sexy books that my Treasured Team of readers tell me that they love and can’t wait for me to publish my next book. All in all I have a great life.

Which doesn’t mean that I haven’t dealt with challenging issues, some small and some pretty darn big. That’s another important reason to celebrate birthdays. We get to look back at a year that, in my case, is filled with joy, but also with challenges. My youngest daughter who was an “old soul” the day she was born has a wonderful way of looking at the past. Rather than trying to pretend that the hard stuff didn’t happen, she works on clearing past regrets and energy with a wise mantra which I say repeatedly when thinking about a tough issue. She says, “Because things are always working out for me, I know that good came from that experience to lead me to where I am today.” Wise words, wise woman.

In addition, when looking at the past, I like to turn to one of my favorite philosophers, Bob Dylan. The master sums up his view of his past in one of my favorite songs. He excuses and puts the past in perspective when he chides himself…. “Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.” More wise words. I cherish them. I wish you a gloriously Happy Birthday when your special day arrives.

Taylor Lee

USA Today Best Selling author Taylor Lee writes Suspenseful Mystery Thrillers – with a heavy dose of Sexy to Sizzling HOT Romance.

In the five years that she has been writing, Taylor has written more than forty books. Her eight, series track her Special Operatives, Covert Agents, Cops, Firefighters and other iconic heroes and heroines, through the harrowing situations that make up their lives. From human trafficking rings to corrupt politicians, Taylor investigates the underbelly of society and the criminals who flourish there.

Taylor says: “From the residue in my personal blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the “good guys and gals” of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.

My characters are arrogant alpha males and the feisty women who bring them to their knees – and vice versa… They fight hard, love hard and don’t mince words. They are dangerous men and women in dangerous times. Love, passion and ridding the world of evil? What’s not to like?

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How to Become a Superager

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Face it, getting older is a fact of life. But how sharp you are as you age is not a slam dunk. Think about the 65 year old and older people you know. Do they all joke about “senior” moments? Seem to accept that dwindling attention and forgetfulness are a necessary part of getting older?

Not so! In a recent article in the New York Times, Lisa Feldman Barrett, a professor of psychology at Northeastern University, describes the phenomenon that brain researchers are calling Superaging. I don’t know about you but if there is such a thing, I’m all over it. So, what the heck is Superaging, and how can you become a Superager?

First a little about the brain and how it works. What are commonly thought of as the “emotional” areas of the brain are now known to be major hubs for general communication throughout the brain. Research indicates the thicker these regions of the cortex are, the better a person’s performance on tests of memory and attention.

The big question is how do you become a Superager? Which activities, if any, can increase your chances of remaining sharp into old age? Believe it or not the answer seems to be that you need to work hard at something. Researchers have concluded that you can keep these critical regions thick and healthy through vigorous mental and physical exercise.

Before you conclude, heck I can do that, at least occasionally—you need to know the road to Superaging is difficult. Make that darned hard. It appears that exercising these brain regions requires focused, intense effort which leaves you tired and often frustrated. But Superagers are like Marines. They—and their brains—thrive on challenging physical and mental exertion. Think about the Marine Corp motto: “Pain is weakness leaving the body.”

Forget about those funky puzzles like Suduko and various other brain game websites. Nope, like any other muscle the only way you can keep the brain in shape is through strenuous, demanding physical and mental exercise. The old adage is as true for brains as it is for flabby butt muscles or a flat-tire waistline. If you don’t use it, and use it hard, you lose it.

I’m encouraged. Like other full-time authors, I know it takes mental energy and hard work to write a book–and continue to do it every day of the year! I know how difficult and often frustrating it is to put those 2000 words a day on the page. So I have the mental activity covered. I also am a committed fitness enthusiast (make that addict?). I run at least six miles a day and lift weights. I’m seventy-two years old and now that I know what it takes, I might actually be working my way to Superaging. I sure hope so. Now if I can just remember where I put my car keys!

Taylor Lee

USA Today Best Selling author Taylor Lee writes Suspenseful Mystery Thrillers – with a heavy dose of Sexy to Sizzling HOT Romance.

In the five years that she has been writing, Taylor has written more than forty books. Her eight, series track her Special Operatives, Covert Agents, Cops, Firefighters and other iconic heroes and heroines, through the harrowing situations that make up their lives. From human trafficking rings to corrupt politicians, Taylor investigates the underbelly of society and the criminals who flourish there.

Taylor says: “From the residue in my personal blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the “good guys and gals” of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.

My characters are arrogant alpha males and the feisty women who bring them to their knees – and vice versa… They fight hard, love hard and don’t mince words. They are dangerous men and women in dangerous times. Love, passion and ridding the world of evil? What’s not to like?

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Santa Baby by Taylor Lee-#mgtab

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I was delighted to join 20 best-selling authors to create the Love, Christmas, Box Set, a gift to our readers and everyone who loves Christmas. Each of the twenty never-before published Novellas in the collection is a tribute to a special Christmas song. What could be more Christmasy? We even had a contest asking readers to choose their favorite Holiday song. JoAnn Varner participated in our Love, Christmas Box Set contest and I am honored to dedicate my story, Santa Baby, to her!

I’ve always gotten a kick out of Eartha Kitt’s rendition of Santa Baby, a sultry ode to Christmas materialism. As she ticks off the list of Christmas goodies she hopes to receive from Santa, I smile at her brazenness.

In my story, I took the song Santa Babyand turned it on its head. My heroine is a young woman with a four year old child on the run from a crime she didn’t commit. Rather than wishing for all the things the singer wants under her Christmas tree, my heroine just hopes she can somehow manage to get a tree. And more important that she can stay one step ahead of the dangerous man closing in on her and her daughter.

As you can see from the cover, my heroine does the only thing she can to make money—yep, she’s a stripper. But no fears, this is a distinctly Happy Ever After Christmas story. However, it does take a hard look at the people who are not wishing for “things” for Christmas, rather praying that they can somehow protect their children and themselves from harm.

A Teaser from my Santa Baby story:

Dancing to Eartha Kitt ticking off all the goodies she wants her Santa Baby to put under her tree, Lily slid down the stripper pole and stifled a sigh A blue convertible? A sable? A Tiffany ring? Right! Like Lily could expect anything remotely like that under her tree! How about first making sure she had a tree.
At that moment she saw him. The big man with the shaggy blond hair and gleaming dark eyes, was leaning casually back in his chair. His narrowed expression was hard, knowing. It was clear that he was studying her. Stunned, Lily quickly looked away, her carefully honed rules fleeing in her panic. The imposing man had “cop” written all over him. Squashing down her terror, Lily pasted a professional smile on her face, waved to the screaming crowd, and fled the stage.

• Anyone who’d ever tangled with dirty cops knew that the hard blue line protected the most egregious acts committed by one of their brothers. If anyone doubted that was true all they had to know was that Aiden was a free man and Lily was on the run.
• Lily’s only hope was that this time she and Gabriella had gone far enough, fast enough, that he wouldn’t be able to find them.
• If he was any judge of women who shed their clothes for a living, and Zach most certainly was, he recognized her startled wide-eyed expression. He’d seen it far too many times in his line of work. It was fear, pure and simple.
• The Vice Cop reminded himself all that meant was that the beautiful woman had something big to hide.

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Taylor Lee

USA Today Best Selling author Taylor Lee writes Suspenseful Mystery Thrillers – with a heavy dose of Sexy to Sizzling HOT Romance.

In the five years that she has been writing, Taylor has written more than forty books. Her eight, series track her Special Operatives, Covert Agents, Cops, Firefighters and other iconic heroes and heroines, through the harrowing situations that make up their lives. From human trafficking rings to corrupt politicians, Taylor investigates the underbelly of society and the criminals who flourish there.

Taylor says: “From the residue in my personal blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the “good guys and gals” of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.

My characters are arrogant alpha males and the feisty women who bring them to their knees – and vice versa… They fight hard, love hard and don’t mince words. They are dangerous men and women in dangerous times. Love, passion and ridding the world of evil? What’s not to like?

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Chapter One excerpt – 2016 Love Christmas Collection – Santa Baby – by Taylor Lee #mgtab

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Chapter 1

Zach took a hefty swallow of Makers Mark draining his glass. Plunking the empty schooner on the table top he reached for the bottle and poured himself a healthy portion. Not waiting for his buddies’ certain approval, he refilled Danny’s and Mark’s glasses with the amber liquid and raised his tumbler in a mock salute.
“Here’s to what, men, our fourth, or, is it our fifth Christmas, celebrating at the Xpose? Damn, I never thought anything could be worse than canned Christmas music everywhere from Walmart to the barber shop.” He shook his head and pointed with his chin at the stage. “But two nearly naked faux reindeer pretending to have sex to the beat of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer? Damn, that’s over the top even for the Xpose!”
When his buddies roared in agreement, Zach tried to remember when he’d been amused, hell, even a little intrigued at the Xpose’s Christmas decorations. Leave it to Lecherous Lenny, as he and his men had named the proprietor of the sleazy strip joint, to create the scene in front of them. Who else would decorate his fake Christmas trees with gargantuan silver and gold phalluses? Not to mention every kind of sex toy the most perverted imbiber of kink could imagine. Zach admitted that once he’d even been amused by the plastic breasts decorating the trees. In an apparent imitation of Rudolph’s nose, they were topped with pointed red nipples that blinked on and off.
Zach took another slug of the potent whiskey welcoming the harsh burn in his throat. With a heartfelt sigh he acknowledged that the garish sex-saturated displays were no longer funny, they were sad. Watching the women gyrating on the stage he shook his head. He knew that their glassy eyes and occasional stumbles confirmed that they’d deadened their bleak lives with the plentiful crystal Lenny provided to keep his girls in line. Disheartening as the women were, the ugly hoots of the drunken men egging them on, was sickening. Zach was about to finish his drink and call it a night when the girl-on-girl reindeer tableau came to a merciful end.
As he rose to his feet and was about to slap down a bill, another song hit the PA system. Instead of a cheerful, inappropriate children’s tune, it was Eartha Kitt’s taunting tribute to materialism, Santa Baby. But it wasn’t the saucy lyrics that made Zach change his mind about leaving. Rather it was the long-limbed dancer sauntering across the stage toward the brass pole in the center of the stage. Deciding that leaving was premature, Zach allowed himself to sink back in his chair and appreciate what was an anomaly at the Xpose: A stripper who knew how to dance. Zach marveled that the woman not only moved her beautiful body in the expected, provocative fashion but she did it with a sinuous grace that snagged his breath.
Danny’s appreciative whistle and muttered expletive confirmed that Zach wasn’t the only one agog at the apparition before them.
“Wow! I haven’t seen that little piece before. Don’t tell me Lenny the Lecher is adding quality to his lineup. Fuckin’ A, that babe looks more like a beauty pageant contestant than a stripper.” He added with a hearty laugh as the music throbbed, “Bet she’d win the talent portion if not the whole damn crown.”
Gratified that his cohort was as flummoxed as he was, Zach tried to figure out what was different about the dark haired woman working her way to the pole. Like all the other strippers, she was wearing Lenny’s sexy de rigour Christmas attire. A tight red low-cut halter captured her full breasts and skimpy boy shorts cupped her curvy ass. The red velvet stocking cap with the sassy white fuzzy ball on the end perched on the shiny curtain of curly black hair streaming over her slim shoulders and back. But unlike the other women, who looked sleazy not sexy, the new dancer almost looked proper. More like one of Santa’s prettiest elves, not a woman who was about to shed her clothes for the voracious men who were screaming at her to “take it off”.
The girl-next-door morphed enticingly when the dancer responded to the crowd’s lewd demands. With a flick of her fingers she allowed the straining halter to fall to the floor. Bodacious breasts topped with sparkling rhinestone pasties revealed a tantalizing glimpse of rosy nipples that stole Zach’s breath. The gasps from his hardened teammates confirmed he wasn’t the only one stunned by her lush body. He almost didn’t want her to lose the boy shorts, not wanting to share more of the erotic vision with the leering men. He was glad that the City fathers had decreed that no matter how loudly the crowd insisted, the remaining G-string would stay in place.
Zach watched in amazement as the stripper-turned-erotic-gymnast skillfully used the shiny pole to display her stunning athleticism as well as her beautiful body. She shimmied up and down the pole twirling from one gravity defying move to another. When she landed a flying breathtaking leap and stood once more upright on the floor, Zach captured her gaze. The look in her eyes when she met his open appraisal surprised him. It wasn’t only the sudden shyness that flickered across her face. Rather it was the fact that her expression changed dramatically. If he was any judge of women who shed their clothes for a living, and Zach most certainly was, he recognized her startled wide-eyed expression. He’d seen it far too many times in his line of work. It was fear, pure and simple. Seeming to realize that her mask had slipped, the accomplished performer quickly recovered her poise. She turned back to the chanting crowd and showered them with a cheeky grin. Tossing her head she shook her booty eliciting a thunderous roar from the appreciative audience. Then with an impudent wave she turned and literally dashed from the stage.

P. S. I love new readers. Please follow me on Amazon to find out about my latest releases as soon as they happen! Thanks. Taylor Lee

Taylor Lee

USA Today Best Selling author Taylor Lee writes Suspenseful Mystery Thrillers – with a heavy dose of Sexy to Sizzling HOT Romance.

In the five years that she has been writing, Taylor has written more than forty books. Her eight, series track her Special Operatives, Covert Agents, Cops, Firefighters and other iconic heroes and heroines, through the harrowing situations that make up their lives. From human trafficking rings to corrupt politicians, Taylor investigates the underbelly of society and the criminals who flourish there.

Taylor says: “From the residue in my personal blender of mixed races, cultures and world views, my characters emerge. It comforts me to know that while evil slinks in the shadows, the “good guys and gals” of the world sniff it out – and snuff it out.

My characters are arrogant alpha males and the feisty women who bring them to their knees – and vice versa… They fight hard, love hard and don’t mince words. They are dangerous men and women in dangerous times. Love, passion and ridding the world of evil? What’s not to like?

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