Do you read erotic historical romance?

I’ve been remiss. I don’t believe I’ve provided an excerpt from my latest spicy historical romance! I don’t know what I’ve been thinking…The day job has been keeping me very busy lately. It is a time of transition and stress. It’s always comforting to come home to a good book, a great husband, and the cutest little four-legged girlfriend ever. When we’re not playing ball and I’m not fetching her treats she allows me to write. We’ve done both. Since she’s napping and the hubby is out, I thought I’d share an excerpt from Fallen Woman of Világos. It isn’t Fifty Shades of Grey, but it is hot;-)

Before I do, I wanted to tell you a little more about me. As an avid reader of historical fiction it makes perfect sense that I would also be drawn to writing it. I love stories in which women, despite all odds, overcome obstacles to realize their dreams. A major theme in my work is the successful journey of the female underdog, regardless of where she lived or in which century she was born. My goal is to create a rich and spicy tapestry of words that will entice you to return to read more of the stories inside my head that are just waiting to be told. Have I been successful? That’s where all the readers of this spicy genre come in. What do you think?

R-rated EXCERPT from Fallen Woman of Világos:

It was too late. Alyce could never deny him her body, for he owned it—just as she owned his…

“Tis true, Jofre.” Alyce panted with desire. “But, but, I must safeguard my reputation, for I’ve no future if my name is sullied. Your family will never accept me if someone should spy our activities. Please, let us go to a place where we’ll not be seen by prying eyes. I shall promise you something special if you do…”

“What might that be, lass?”

He continued the circular motion against her nubbin and she pressed hard against him raising her hips to meet his thrusting fingers.

“It is a secret, Jofre.” She smiled coyly. “Will you follow me and learn what it is?”

He cocked his head to one side and licked his lips. “Come then, my love,” he said, and swatted her backside. Quickly smoothing their clothing, they made haste to the location of the tryst. They would meet just as soon as they returned to the manor. He would await her in his chambers. He rode left to the stables and she skipped off to the right. Racing forward, the long grass tickled her ankles as she ran.

Once inside, she slipped unnoticed through the great hall. Turning sharply to the right, she hurried up the stairwell that led to her room, that of a lowly serving girl. “Kitchen wench,” said the crusty lot of hags she was forced to work with. Nay, their time had passed and they had nothing in this life to care for except idle gossip, of which she was often the subject. They whispered behind her back, but she did not care. Jofre promised she would one day be his.

“Broken and used, then tossed aside when the next pretty maid comes round,” said Agathe.

“Stuffs you like a Christmas goose, does he?” asked Louise.

“Slut,” Rose chimed in.

It did not matter what they said. She could see in his eyes that he loved her. Jofre said she was his mischievous sprite, part fairy, part nymph. He loved their games, as did she. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for him.

Quickly, as she did not want to keep him waiting, Alyce ran to retrieve her mirror, a gift from Jofre. She had just time enough to pin her hair into place, although she knew he would undo the stays and unleash the wild copper curls he loved. Frantically she searched for her cloak and although the weather now grew warm, she tossed it about her shoulders and lifted the hood to cover her face.

She knew the secret passage to his quarters. It would serve neither one if they were discovered. Jofre had no love for the woman he’d soon be forced to wed. “But how will you wed me if you will already have married her?” she’d once asked. She need not worry, he said. He would find a way, and she would be his. She must be patient.

Enough, thought Alyce. She’d already spent too long primping herself. She ran with haste through the narrow halls and swiftly slipped into his chambers. He’d already removed his riding gear and wore a simple tunic. Jofre stood with his back to her. Powerful legs led upward to slim hips and upward still to a broad and powerful chest. Alyce loved looking upon him. She heard the splashing of water as he washed the dust of the road from his face and neck. He dried himself and turned round.

“My sweet kitten, do not just stand there. Come to me.” He held out his arms and smiled. “I have missed you greatly.”

She ran to him and nestled her face into his shoulder, careful not to press too tightly against the bright red line of the wound he’d incurred during a recent skirmish. She inhaled his scent of salt and sea and felt that familiar stirring in her loins. Everything about Jofre was perfect. He took her hand and led her to the large feather stuffed bed. He pulled her upon his lap and wrapped his arms round her tightly. His cock grew large beneath her skirts and she squirmed across his strong thighs.

“Tell me sweet one, what special gift have you for me?”

He rubbed his face into the crook of her neck and nibbled her ear lobe. “I have forgotten, Jofre.” Alyce hung her head in mock shame and spoke shyly. “I have been a naughty lass,” she said.

“Indeed you have. And what shall we do so that Alyse learns her lesson, and does not tease her lord with false promises of secret delights?” He laughed roguishly and pressed her more closely to him.

She twisted a lock of hair round her finger and met his eyes. “I do not know, my lord. Whatever you wish, for I have been a bad girl.”

Available at Red Sage Publishing, Amazon, and B&N

Six with Adelaide and Mr. Winters

Happy Sunday! This week I’m returning to Adelaide’s Adventure, another erotic historical romance novella, published by Noble Romance. In this story our heroine Adelaide finds herself alone in a stagecoach with the mysterious…and demanding, Mr. Winters. Hope you’ll enjoy:-):

“A witch, he thought, to transfix him in this manner! Wild beneath the staid exterior, she remained aloof and still as the air on a hot summer’s night. He conjured up an image of her as leopardess, about to spring into action. Yes. She would jump into his arms and onto his rising hardness. He stroked the coarse darkness of his neatly trimmed beard and ran his tongue across his lips.”

Want to participate in Six Sunday? It’s easy. Pick six (6) sentences from anything you like (it can be from a Work in Progress (WiP), something you recently sold, something you hope to sell or even something already under contract and available for purchase – and don’t worry, Six Sentence Sunday is for published AND unpublished writers). Then post them on your blog on Sunday. That’s all there is to it!

I appreciate your comments and your visit:-)

If you’ve ever watched Days of Our Lives, please visit the blog post below featuring Bill Hayes and Susan Seaforth Hayes. If you’re so inclined, leave a comment. They’ve got a little giveaway going on:-).

Calling all Erotic Historical Romance Authors…Thursday RT Retreat!

Are you trying to promote your books but don’t feel the word is getting out about your work? I’m certainly trying to market and do all the things I should but I don’t know if I’m reaching my audience. I’d really like to reach readers of erotic historical romance. I’m not sure Yahoo groups have any impact on my sales. I’ve done a few guest posts here and there…haven’t seen a noticeable increase. Triberr? Aside from being just a little confused, I can’t seem to get invited to join a tribe and I’m not ready to take on the responsibility of being the owner of one yet. Also, I’m not sure if I want to retweet every single item that I find in my stream, (that’s the correct term, isn’t it Triberrs?). I’ve heard great things about Triberr but feel I may lose my individual Twitter personality;-) (Okay, my tweets are probably not all that exciting or interesting, but still…) This is not to say that I won’t ever join Triberr…However, I do want to let people who are interested in the genre I write know about my work.

So. Where am I going with this? I’d like to invite writers of erotic historical romance (and historical romance, if you’re comfortable with erotic romance) to leave a tweet about your work in the comments section. The idea is that we will disseminate each other’s tweets via Twitter. Erotic romance writers of any sub-genre are also welcome to leave a tweet – the key word here is romance. This is an experiment that I’ll try for a few weeks. If it works out, we’ll make it a permanent Thursday RT retreat. We can then compare results after a reasonable length of time.

What do you think? Want to give it a try? If so, leave up to two tweets (you know the rules – 140 characters or less) in the comments exactly as you’d like them to appear. You tweet mine, I’ll tweet yours, and we’ll all retweet each other…Shall we use the hashtag #ehra ? I’ll start:-) (See comments.)

Special Guests ~ Authors Bill Hayes & Susan Seaforth Hayes!

Hi there, Susan and Bill Hayes. It’s great to see you here. We’d love to hear more about your new release TRUMPET from Decadent Publishing!

Can you briefly tell us about the relationship between the central characters in your latest release?

Lizzie Trumpet, struggling to become an actress on the London stage of 1803, falls for the talented and dangerous Jack Faversham. Their relationship leads to mayhem for Lizzie. Outlawed in England, she flees to Egypt, where fate plunges her into unforeseen adventures with the real-life strongman, Giovanni Belzoni. Her beloved brother George fights the war against Napoleon, whom she meets as well, along with the most glittering, gritty and memorable  people of the age.

What qualities do you most admire about the heroine in your book?

Physical courage, acting talent and a beautiful soprano voice. The story arc covers eighteen years. In that passage, from innocence to worldly wisdom, Lizzie Trumpet faces each change of circumstance with strength and humor. Like a good soap opera heroine (which is where we come from), despite mistakes, she carries on.

Which of your characters from this release would you most like to invite to dinner, and why?

The supporting cast! Lord Dampere, a great noble booby with a lust for Lizzie stuffed into his corset. Carlo Tomassi, her slightly bent voice coach with a hearty appetite for life. Octavia Onslow, the advice-giving courtesan who once had Lizzie’s father for a client. Captains Irby and Mangles, the Navy men who worship Lizzie’s performances and literally sail her into the heart of the story.

What food would you cook for them?

The roast beef of old England. Strawberries for delight, and a mess of ful madamas for Egyptian flavor. (5) And what setting would you choose for the meal? London. Backstage in the green room of The Royal Theatre Drury Lane.

What would your ideal career be, if you couldn’t be an author?

Just what it is: acting! We have been professional performers all our lives, and we intend to keep at it till they carry us away.

If you were to do your career as an author again, what would you do differently, and why?

We started with a double memoir—LIKE SANDS THROUGH THE HOURGLASS—and discovered we had a flare for writing. TRUMPET is our debut novel, another type of animal entirely, and much more fun than just telling tales about ourselves. Do differently? We wouldn’t waste a minute waiting for inspiration, but just hurry to the keyboard and let the story fly. We will do this again, because creating a world together, Lizzie’s London has made our thirty-seven years of marriage even richer and happier.


A. Favourite word? Luminous.

B. Favourite food? Chocolate, dark and rich.

C. Favourite animal? The dog.

D. Favourite TV show? UPSTAIRS DOWNSTAIRS, the old series we quote constantly; we hang upon every episode of the new version, too.

E. Snow or sun? Sun. And ocean, too, please, with a parade of clouds changing and moving overhead.

F. Slippers or sox? Slippers for him, sox for her.

G. Flats or heels? What a question. Flats, to scurry everywhere at top speed.

H. Walk or drive? Walk for joy. Drive to go the distance, as far as possible.

Thank you, Bill Hayes and Susan Seaforth Hayes.

Here is an excerpt from TRUMPET:

“Elizabeth, you must perform. I will teach you a style of acting that is revolutionary. You have seen my work. You understand the art I worship.”

She took a step closer. “Since I was a child, watching my father on stage, I longed to be there with him.” Jack watched Lizzie struggle to go on. “You have just described the dream of my life. There is nothing I want more, but…Mr. Faversham—Jack…I am not free.”

He reached for her hands and pulled her down beside him on the stump. “Explain why you are not free.”

In a long and tearful soliloquy, Lizzie told her story of the past year. She was too candid for propriety and too wrought-up by his presence to withhold anything. In this soulful state, she was so beautiful and vulnerable that Jack had to fight to keep his hands off her.

“You need, as in a play, an ailing uncle to leave you a great inheritance,” Jack suggested with sympathy. “Indeed, I have just been offered ‘protection’ by a gentleman.”

“It must be Dampere, the creature! I guessed as much! That’s why I broke in upon your privacy in such haste. Listen to me, Elizabeth. I promise you a weekly income, not of shillings, but of pounds. From the sound of it, your first concern is caring decently for your family. Join me and you will be able to provide for your father and aunt and whoever else you are carrying on your lovely back.”

The emotional girl looked at him as though he were a god.

Jack turned on his serpent-of-Eden charm. “Why take up with that toad Dampere? Come with me and live your passion while you keep your reputation. I can turn you into a real princess, Pocahontas—a princess of the stage.”

That did it. Dazzled, Lizzie said something irrational that meant yes: “The honor…do all I can…prove your faith.” It was the grateful garble of a person saved.

Satisfied to have gotten his way, Jack sealed the bargain by taking her head in his hands and kissing her full on the mouth. “Gad, we’ll be good; I know it.” He bowed and strode to his hired horse. “I have urgent business in the city. Be glad, Elizabeth. I certainly am.”

He leaped into the saddle and cantered away. Actually, he was off to a backstage intrigue at Covent Garden. Waiting in his dressing room, another would-be actress, of no performing ability whatsoever, was ready to audition what talent she did have on the chaise lounge.

Lizzie watched Faversham until she could see him no more. A freshening breeze lifted the leaves of the oak tree. She touched her tingling lips and thanked God for escaping a sordid life. He is my savior. Now I won’t have to do as Octavia does.

Bill Hayes and Susan Seaforth Hayes

Brilliant and sassy Elizabeth Trumpet fantasizes starring on the London stage, but to become an actress in 1803 is tantamount to losing her virginity in the most debasing way.

After watching her mother die and her father lose his mind, the courageous sixteen-year-old must find a way to save her family. She scores her first acting job as a fencer – the deadly skill she learned from her brother training for the military. Blessed with talent and a rare singing voice, Lizzie pursues her career, learning from theatrical characters high and low.

When reckless actor Jonathan Faversham sets eyes on Miss Trumpet, he knows he’s found the partner of his life. But Faversham carries ruinous baggage from a dark past. Entangled in lust and ambition, Lizzie gives him her heart and they reach the heights together. Until Lizzie gets more applause than he.

From the magnificence of Regency palaces and the Theatre Royal Covent Garden to the sun-baked pyramids of Egypt and the arms of a real-life Samson, Lizzie is never far from trouble. As her brother rides to glory with Wellington in the Napoleonic Wars, great events threaten her survival. Danger lurks behind stage curtains, when a madman sets fire to take her life and she lifts a sword in revenge.

Will this once innocent girl, with her rise to stardom, be remembered for her art? Or for her shame?

Bill Hayes and Susan Seaforth Hayes

Bill and Susan Giveaway!

We have autographed copies of our memoir (LIKE SANDS THROUGH THE HOURGLASS [New American Library, 2005]) and my CD (THIS IS BILL HAYES [with the John Rodby Trio, 2004]) as prizes for our giveaway. Two names will be drawn randomly from those who comment at each blog stop. The drawing is open to overseas readers.

Shall we continue?

Another six from Fallen Woman of Világos awaits you below. We’ll continue more or less where we left off…

Like any modest woman examined by her doctor, she closed her eyes tightly and waited. He ran his fingertips over them and her lids involuntarily fluttered. She peeked out from beneath her lashes and saw him remove a sash from his pocket. Her eyes flew open in alarm.

“Hush,” he whispered. “I am not going to hurt you.”

Want to participate in Six Sunday? It’s easy. Pick six (6) sentences from anything you like (it can be from a Work in Progress (WiP), something you recently sold, something you hope to sell or even something already under contract and available for purchase – and don’t worry, Six Sentence Sunday is for published AND unpublished writers). Then post them on your blog on Sunday. That’s all there is to it!

I appreciate your comments and your visit:-)

Happy Sunday and another six

Welcome, Sixers! Hope you’re having a pleasant Sunday. It’s a little too close to Monday, but I’ll take it. Along with the launch of a new release comes all the marketing and promotion an author can handle…It feels great to settle into another Six Sentence Sunday and enjoy perusing the list of the amazing authors who’ve shared their work.  I have another six from Fallen Woman of Világos. Remember where we left Karolina? In a strange bed, in the home of a strange man, and in the nude. The story continues:

“Yes, doctor,” she conceded. “Do what you must, as you are the physician.” How could this be worse than any other indignity she’d suffered? At least she’d landed softly here. She had no intention of spending another night in a barn, and although the doctor seemed somewhat eccentric, she did not believe he wished her harm. She inhaled deeply as he pulled the warm covering down her torso, exposing her flesh.

Want to participate in Six Sunday? It’s easy. Pick six (6) sentences from anything you like (it can be from a Work in Progress (WiP), something you recently sold, something you hope to sell or even something already under contract and available for purchase – and don’t worry, Six Sentence Sunday is for published AND unpublished writers). Then post them on your blog on Sunday. That’s all there is to it!

I appreciate your comments and your visit:-)

Giveaway today at the Coffee Time Romance Blog

Good Morning! I’m blogging at the Coffee Thoughts Blog today over at Coffee Time Romance. Romance authors, this is a great place to connect with readers. Romance readers, come and chat with your favorite authors, find out about new books, contests, giveaways and more!

I’ll be talking about my new release, Fallen Woman of Világos, and giving away a copy to a lucky commenter. If you’re free and would like to chat, I’d love to see you there!