Posts Tagged ‘historical romance’
Revolutionary Temptation is available now!
Jan 17, 2017 Filed under: book release, m/m Tags: alexander hamilton, american revolution, bisexual romance, erotic romance, espionage, gay romance, historical romance, spies
It’s release day for my first m/m historical, Revolutionary Temptation. You can buy it at Amazon, Payhip, iTunes, Smashwords, and Kobo. The print version is at Barnes and Noble and ebooks will be available there soon.
1777 New York City
The American colonists are fighting for their independence, but the battlefield is not the only place to wage war. When General Washington’s head of intelligence asks Captain Jack West to spy on the British in New York, Jack agrees, despite reservations about this ungentlemanly pursuit.
Jack’s contact in the city recruits bookshop owner Elias Ashfield, an impeccably dressed sensualist who flaunts his desire for both men and women and seeks a place in high society. Jack longs for a simple life guided by clear principles. Eli is a risk-taker who knows how to get what he wants. And he wants Jack in his bed.
Events in Jack’s past have made him fearful of acting on his secret craving for a man’s touch, but Eli intrigues Jack as much as he infuriates him. As Jack and Eli search for the information the rebel army needs, they realize there’s more between them than mere lust. But finding a way to be together may prove more difficult than defeating the British Empire.
Free Historical M/M Ficlet/Hamilton Fanfic
Oct 30, 2016 Filed under: free story, historical, m/m Tags: alexander hamilton, bisexual romance, gay historical, hamilton musical, historical romance, john laurens, lams
Perfect Alignment (Thorne and Dash 3) will be out on November 15. My next project is a historical m/m set during the American Revolution. My love for the musical, Hamilton, inspired me to read more about Alexander Hamilton and Revolutionary America. To put myself in the mood for writing a historical I’ve written a short, sexy fic to share with you. For those of you who don’t know, there is historical evidence to suggest that Alexander Hamilton was bisexual and he had a relationship with fellow Continental Army officer, John Laurens. Read more about it here.
*Warning: This story contains one of America’s founding fathers getting some seriously NSFW attention.*
John sat up and stared across the room. Alexander was seated at the desk, writing furiously by the light of a single candle. John had tried to pretend he was asleep. But, every night since he’d arrived at Washington’s headquarters, sharing a bed with Alexander had rendered him unable to sleep. He was preoccupied with fantasies of what would happen if he reached out and touched the man who’d charmed him from the moment they’d met.
He watched Alex, whose red-hair glistened in the soft light. He could almost feel the man’s intensity as he scribbled quickly, pausing only when he had to dip his quill in the inkwell. John’s cock grew hard as he studied Alex. John had always been attracted to men, but he’d never been this obsessed before, this desperate. He’d seen Alex look at him, like he was as filled with lust as John was. Unless, John was wrong and only seeing what he wanted to see. If he spoke of what he wanted, and he’d misjudged, it could prove a deadly mistake. But he couldn’t go on like this; he was slowly going insane.
He rose from the bed and approached Alexander. “Were you unable to sleep?”
Alex looked up at him, his beautiful azure eyes bright. “No. I…” His lips remained parted as his gaze dropped to John’s mouth. John’s heart pounded. He wants this too. He must. No. John shouldn’t risk it.
Finally, Alex licked his lips and said, “I’ve got so much work. If I allow myself to sleep, I’ll never finish.”
John nodded. “I haven’t slept well since I arrived.”
Alex scribbled a few more words, signed his name, and laid his quill down. “Is it hard to get used to being away from home?”
John shook his head. “That’s not it.”
“No?” Was that a hopeful look on Alex’s face?
“I’m all… tense.” That wasn’t exactly the truth, but…
“John?” Alex pushed back his chair and stood. He was so close. John wanted to reach out and touch him, but he couldn’t. He should leave, say he had to go take a piss, or something, anything to keep him from making a fool of himself or worse. He didn’t move.
“I like you,” Alex said.
“I do. And I think you like me too. I think that’s why you can’t sleep.”
John nodded. “You’re right.”
Alex reached up and ran the pad of his thumb over John’s lips. “So soft.”
Alex studied him intently. “Do we understand each other?”
“Y-yes.” John thought so anyway. All he really cared about was that Alex was there, touching him. He let his gaze drop. Oh, fuck. Alex’s prick was making his nightshirt stand out. John had been partially erect, but he hardened fully at the sight.
“Kiss me,” Alex said.
John sucked in his breath. Most encounters he’d had with men had been rough, fast. His partners had gone right to fucking or shoving him to his knees to take their pricks in his mouth. Kissing wasn’t part of it. He’d only ever kissed girls, and then he’d had to fake his interest.
When he hesitated, Alex slid a hand into his hair and took charge, sliding his lips over John’s gently, barely touching.
John moaned and gripped Alex’s hips, pulling him closer, needing to touch him.
Alex kissed him harder, and John opened his mouth, letting Alex invade with his tongue. Alex cupped his face, holding him in place, kissing, licking, and nibbling. He seemed willing to do this forever, but John needed more. He gathered the edge of Alex’s nightshirt and started to lift.
Alex pulled away just enough to end the kiss. “Have you done this before?”
John froze, his hands on Alex’s waist, Alex’s skin warming him. “Yes, but not… yes.” He’d almost revealed too much. Something about Alexander made him want to bare his soul, to say he’d never been with a man he liked this much, with someone he might… No, it was much too early for that.
“Good, because I want to fuck you.”
John groaned. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you. So you’ve done this too?”
“Mmmhmm,” Alex said as he drew his tongue along John’s neck. John lost himself in pleasure as Alex nudged his nightshirt aside and teased the sensitive skin along his collarbone.
He had the sense it wasn’t the first time Alex had said his name. “Yes?” Alex pulled him close, and his very hard prick pressed against John’s, making him bite his lip to hold in a whimper.
“Come to bed.”
Alex grabbed the candle from the table and John followed him, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Alex sat the candle on the nightstand, looked back, and smiled. “I wanted to be able see you.”
Alex smiled. “Yes. Me too.”
John let Alex pull him onto the bed. He settled between Alex’s legs, heart hammering, cock so hard he was afraid he would disgrace himself by coming before they even began.
Alex opened his legs and John stretched out on top of him, grinding against him, unable to hide his desperation.
Alex tugged on John’s nightshirt. “Off.”
John sat back, pulled off the garment and tossed it to the floor. When he looked down, Alex was watching him, lust darkening his eyes. He reached out and trailed his fingers down John’s chest.
“You too,” John forced the words out around a ragged breath.
“Your shirt. I want… I want to see you too.”
John scrambled back as Alex tried to sit up. Finally Alex was able to get his shirt over his head, and John took in his lean body, pale skin, and his cock, which stood rampant. He wanted to feel it inside him. He wanted all the energy that poured off of Alex focused on him.
“Do you have—”
“Oil. Yes. In my bag,” Alex said.
Thank God. “I’ll get it.”
John couldn’t take his eyes off Alex. His foot caught on the edge of the bed, and he tumbled to the floor. The both laughed with their hands covering their mouths. If someone heard and came to investigate… He glanced toward the door.
“Did you bolt it?”
“I… I’m not sure.” How was Alex’s absent-mindedness so sexy? John was desperate to kiss him again. He wasn’t sure if he could cross the room without tasting Alex first, but he managed somehow. They couldn’t take that kind of risk.
He slid the bolt into place and then dug through Alex’s bag. He found several large tomes on economics and trade but no oil. “How many books do you have in here?”
“A lot.” Alex waved a dismissive hand. “Hurry.”
John’s hand finally closed around the bottle of oil but he almost dropped it when he turned and saw Alex, prick in his hand, stroking it. “Alexxxxx.”
“You’re so beautiful, John. I feel like you’ve consumed me. I can’t look away.” His hand moved faster, and John sucked in his breath. He’d never met anyone so open about how they felt.
John managed to get back on the bed without falling again, but it was a near thing. Alex took the oil from his hand, fumbled the cork loose, spilled some, but finally got enough into his hand to coat his prick.
John licked his lips as he watched. God, he needed this.
“How… how do you want me?”
“Ride me,” Alex demanded.
John straddled him, but before he could figure out the logistics of getting Alex’s cock to his hole, Alex pulled him down.
“Can’t get enough of this,” he murmured before kissing John again. John was lost to the sensations Alex created. They rutted together, cocks sliding along each other.
The taste of Alex, warm, spicy, perfect was driving John wild. He needed to stop, or they might both spend before he ever got Alex inside him. He tried to sit back but Alex held him tight. “Please. Need you. Need your cock.”
Alex moaned. “I want everything: your mouth, your cock, to feel you all over me.”
John sat up and reached behind him taking hold of Alex’s prick. It was so slick with oil that his hand slipped. They both laughed.
“So eager,” Alex said.
“And you’re not?”
“Oh, I am. I want to spread you wide, to know what you look like when you’re stuffed full, to hear the sounds you make.”
“God, Alex, I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”
“I’m not going to last anyway,” Alex confessed. “Not this first time. It’s all I’ve thought about for days.”
John groaned as he got the angle right and began to sink down. The stretch was almost too much, but seeing Alex, eyes wide, mouth open, was too incredible, so he didn’t stop. As he sank all the way down, an embarrassing whine escaped him, and heat rushed to his face.
Alex licked his lips. He stuttered twice before words came out, and John wondered if he’d ever been rendered speechless before. He hoped not.
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
John shook his head. The rest of Washington’s aides were in the rooms surrounding them. “The others will hear us.”
“They’re sleeping,” Alex seemed so confident, and John didn’t have the will power to argue.
When Alex was all the way inside him, John paused. Alex gripped his hips. “Don’t make me wait,” he begged.
John fought for air. He didn’t want to deny Alex anything, but he was sure if Alex’s cock dragged over his prostate, he’d come right then.
He tried to draw in a breath. “Need. Air.”
Alex grinned. “No, you need this.” Alex wrapped a hand around John’s cock and stroked.
John started to cry out and bit his lip. He had to stay quiet. If they were caught, they’d be—
Alex stroked him again, and he couldn’t stay still any longer. He rose and then lowered himself, faster and faster, until he was riding Alex so hard the bed was shaking, ropes creaking. He had a second to wonder if the whole bed was going to fall apart. And then he was right there, ready to spend in Alex’s hand.
“I want to watch,” Alex said, obviously knowing how close he was. That was all it took. His seed shot over Alex’s hand and across his chest, the sight forcing another cry from him.
Alex’s eyes went wide, and John leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss, preventing him from shouting and giving them away as Alex pumped out his seed into John’s ass.
When they were both thoroughly spent, John let Alex’s cock slip from his body and rolled to his side.
Alex drew him into his arms, and they settled against each other. “Tell me we can do this again.”
John wanted to say yes. He knew he’d never get enough of this man, but… “It’s dangerous.”
Alex tightened his hold. “I don’t care.”
Was it really that easy for Alex? John had a feeling he always went after what he wanted and always got it. “I… Okay, I don’t either.”
“Good.” Alex kissed the top of his head, and they drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.
A Persistent Attraction Available Now!
Feb 12, 2008 Filed under: historical Tags: erotic romance, historical fiction, historical romance, Regency, Regency romance, romance
A Persistent Attraction is now available so hop on over to Samhain and get your copy. Buy it here!
Countdown: A Persistent Attraction Excerpt #2
Feb 11, 2008 Filed under: excerpts, historical Tags: erotic romance, historical fiction, historical romance, Regency, Regency romance, romance
One Day Until the Release of A Persistent Attraction
Here’s a second excerpt to get you ready for the big day….
Rhys ran after Amanda. He wasn’t letting her go until he knew why she’d come. As much as his clouded mind wanted to believe she’d finally succumbed to his sensual lure, he knew better.
He reached her as she started down the steps to the street. He caught her waist and pulled her against him.
Once she caught her breath, she began to struggle. “Let me go.”
“You’re not leaving until you tell me why you came.” He fought to ignore the delicious sensations coursing through his body as she writhed against him, rubbing her tight, barely covered derrière against his thighs.
“You are in no condition to help me,” she snarled.
“Stop this before we draw unwanted attention. I’m not letting you go until you agree to talk to me.”
He watched as she glanced from side to side, likely looking to see if they had attracted onlookers. Eventually, her struggles ceased. “Fine. If you promise not to touch me again, I’ll come inside and talk to you.”
“You ask much considering how you are dressed, but nevertheless, I won’t touch you even if you beg me too.”
“You needn’t worry about that.”
“Ever so confident, are we?” he asked, before turning to go back into his house.
She followed him into his study and eyed him closely as he sank into a leather chair.
“Can you possibly be sober enough to comprehend what I’m saying?”
He cursed his stupidity. If only he’d known she was coming, he never would have drunk so much. What had made him want to lose himself in the bottle anyway? The answer nagged at his consciousness, but he couldn’t quite catch it. His mind was filled with base urges that made him want to use Amanda’s body in a way no man should.
Why did she look so angry? Oh, right, she’d asked him a question. What was it? Sober. Was he sober? No, definitely not. Maybe he could fake it. He sat up straighter. “Get on with your story. I’m tired of waiting.”
She looked ready to murder him, but the rapid rise and fall of her chest had him mesmerized.
“I would ask Aunt Claire for help, but as you probably know, she’s been in poor health recently. I refuse to endanger Elise. Mark and Cassandra have enough to think about, and they are too far away. You were the only other person I could think of.”
She said the last sentence as if the very idea of speaking to him disgusted her.
“I’m sorry you are faced with such an odious option. I’m still waiting to hear what this problem is.” He stood and leaned over his desk to grab the whiskey decanter. “Would you like some?”
“No thanks. I prefer not to dull my senses when I’m near you.”
“No, you mustn’t give an evil rake a chance at seduction.”
Her pink cheeks brought him satisfaction.
“I received this note the afternoon before the Leightons’ ball.” She extracted a piece of paper from the waist of her breeches and handed it to him.
It was warm from her body. The feel of her heat made his cock harden instantly. He unfolded the paper and forced his tired eyes to focus on the words.
When he finished reading he was ready to use his bare hands to strangle the man who’d written it. The cold terror that ran down his spine sobered him. “Why didn’t you come to me the day you received this?”
“I thought it was a joke. I figured some man I’d jilted sent it to frighten me.”
“Damn it, Amanda. You were almost killed.”
“I’m fine. But I received a second letter today. That’s why I came. He wants me to meet the same demand in three days.”
“And you want me to help you find him before then?”
“Yes.” She kept her jaw tight as though her response pained her.
An evil idea came to him. He had every intention of finding this bastard and making him pay dearly for harming Amanda, but her situation had given him a wonderful opportunity to toy with her. For just a second, reason broke through his alcohol-laden haze. He knew better, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“I deserve some payment for my assistance, don’t you think?”
“What?” Amanda’s eyes widened.
“Every day that I’m helping you, I will be given one chance to seduce you.”
She shook her head back and forth vigorously. Her fists clenched at her sides. He watched her attempt to get her anger under control. For a few moments, he thought she would send the vase on the table next to her toward his head, but she reined herself in.
“You told me that if I ever needed help, I should come to you. I should have known better than to trust you. Mark may think you have a heart under your detached façade, but he’s wrong.” She stood and grabbed her cloak from the back of her chair. “I’ll handle the problem myself.”
He cursed himself and considered following her once again, but decided against it. Instead he rang for Meadows. When the valet appeared, he said, “I want Miss Halverston followed and guarded. She should be in the sight of one of my men any time she leaves her aunt’s residence.”
“Yes, sir. Anything else?”
“No, that is all.” He sat at his desk and proceeded to drain the rest of the whiskey. His last thought before he passed out over the hard wooden surface was that he could never drink enough to forget the feelings Amanda stirred in him. Feelings a man like him should never have.
Countdown: Researching the Regency
Feb 10, 2008 Filed under: historical, writing Tags: erotic romance, historical fiction, historical romance, Regency, Regency romance, romance
Two Days Until the Release of A Persistent Attraction
Here are some of the resources I use frequently for Regency era research:
What Jane Austen Ate and Charles Dickens Knew by Daniel Pool
Our Tempestuous Day: A History of Regency England by Carolly Erickson.
The Prince of Pleasure and His Regency by J.B. Priestly
Life in the English Country House by Mark Girouard
English Landed Society in the 19th Century by F.M.L. Thompson
The Regency Collection
Republic of Pemberly
Online Etymology Dictionary
Countdown: Becoming A Romance Reader
Feb 9, 2008 Filed under: reading Tags: books, historical romance, romance
Three Days Until the Release of A Persistent Attraction
I first started reading historical romances in the early 90s. Here are some of my favorites that addicted me to the genre:
Mary Jo Putney’s Fallen Angels series particularly Thunder and Roses
Jane Feather’s V series, particularly Velvet
Untamed by Elizabeth Lowell
The Ruby by Christina Skye
Reckless by Amanda Quick
Some more recent reads that have gone on my keeper shelf:
Never Deceive a Duke by Liz Carlyle
Lord of Ice by Gaelen Foley
My False Heart by Liz Carlyle
What books turned you into romance readers? What are your current favorite?
Countdown: How Rhys and Amanda met
Feb 8, 2008 Filed under: historical Tags: erotic romance, historical fiction, historical romance, Regency, Regency romance, romance
Four Days Left Until the Release of A Persistent Attraction
Rhys and Amanda first met when Cassandra and Mark were investigating the nefarious activities of Cassandra’s deceased husband in Book 1: A Carnal Agreement. Rhys was shocked by his reaction to such a young innocent woman, and when he learns that she is as strong and self-reliant as her older sister, he fears his heart has been stolen. Here’s their first encounter…..
Excerpted from A Carnal Agreement
Mark looked around when Cassandra said “Mr. Stanton” as if registering Stanton’s presence for the first time. Rhys stood from his chair and bowed toward Amanda. “We have not been properly introduced, but I can only assume you are Cassandra’s sister. You are a perfect replica of her except for your most exotic eyes.”
He walked behind Amanda and reached his arms around her as if to undo the clasp of her cloak. “May I?”
Amanda nodded and he took the cloak from her shoulders. Rather than putting it down, he held it over his arm, letting his fingers run absently over the fabric. Cassandra should have scolded him for flirting with her sister in such a ludicrous manner, but she found it rather amusing, so she simply introduced them.
“Rhys, as you guessed, this is my sister, Miss Amanda Halverston. Amanda, this is Mr. Rhys Stanton. He is a friend of Mark’s.”
Amanda gave Stanton a withering look. “I would prefer if you did not maul my cloak. It was given to me by my aunt, and I am rather attached to it.”
Stanton looked down at his hands as if he had not realized what he was doing. “Of course. I meant no harm. It is a beautiful garment, almost as beautiful as you.”
Mark scowled at him. “What’s wrong with you, Stanton? This is no time for your ridiculous games.”
Stanton shook his head. “Do forgive me. I was quite overcome by the young lady.”
Mark gave him a withering look. “Take a seat.”
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Countdown: A Persistent Attraction in the Making
Feb 6, 2008 Filed under: historical, writing Tags: erotic romance, historical fiction, historical romance, Regency, Regency romance, romance
6 days left until the release of A Persistent Attraction. I’ll be here every day for the next week counting down the days and posting excerpts and Regency info. Every time you comment, your name is thrown into the hat to win a book from my backlist so join in the fun.
A Persistent Attraction is the sequel to A Carnal Agreement and I am thrilled to be able to share both of these books with my readers. This series has been a long time in the making. I wrote the first book seven years ago when I was teaching high school. I would snatch time to write during my planning period when I should have been grading papers and in the evenings while I sat drinking shot after shot of espresso and my husband typed away on his dissertation. When it was finished I submitted it to several publishers. I got several encouraging personal rejection letters, but no takers.
Even though I hadn’t found a home for book one, Rhys and Amanda called for me and I knew I had to write their story, so I started it in 2003, when I was pregnant with my first child. I wrote as quickly as I could, but some complications in my third trimester prevented me from finishing it before the baby came. I took a writing hiatus for almost a year and I focused on a sci fi novella when I started back to work, so Rhys and Amanda’s story stayed unfinished.
Then in 2005, I decided to revise A Carnal Agreement. I was overjoyed when it was accepted by Samhain. As soon as my writing schedule allowed, I wanted to finish book 2, but once I again, I found myself trying to complete and revise it when I was pregnant. I had two chapters left when my second child was born, but this time, I jumped write back into writing and wrote whenever I could, sometimes when I was awake with the baby in the middle of the night. I feel such relief that it’s done and ready for readers. Rhys is one of my favorite heroes and I can’t wait for you to get a hold of him.
Coutndown Contest : Free Story
Feb 5, 2008 Filed under: free story, historical Tags: erotic romance, erotica, historical romance, Regency romance
Only 7 days left until the release of A Persistent Attraction. I’ll be here every day for the next week counting down the days and posting excerpts and Regency info. Every time you comment, your name is thrown into the hat to win a book from my backlist so join in the fun.
To get us in the proper mood for more Regency Intrigue, here’s a little Regency-era short…
(Just to clarify – this is not an excerpt from A Persistent Attraction. It’s a separate story I wrote for fun that might one day develop into a longer story.)
As Brodie pushed the door closed behind them and clicked the lock into place, Alice’s heart pounded. What did he think he was doing?
But she thought she knew the answer all too well, and when her lover turned and flashed a wicked grin, her suspicions were confirmed. He meant to seduce her. In her aunt’s house. In the middle of a ball.
She shook her head. “We can’t. Not here.”
“The hell we can’t.” He sat down on the settee and pulled her into her lap so abruptly her breath whooshed from her lungs. Before she draw in more air, he pulled her head down and took her lips in a ferocious kiss.
Heat and need spiraled through her.. She tried to pull away, but Brodie’s hands were already unbuttoning the back of her dress.
He tugged so hard on her bodice she heard stitches rip. Dear God, she hoped she’d be decent enough to return to the ballroom.
She gasped as Brodie’s mouth left hers and closed around her nipple. He was always a passionate lover, but tonight he was relentless as if he wanted to devour her. Her body responded with abandon even as her mind screamed out the need to stop.
“Lift your dress.”
His pause to speak gave her a chance to protest. “My aunt will be looking for me. We’ve got to stop.”
His eyes darkened. “If you think you can tease me like that and not suffer the consequences you are quite wrong.”
Alice smiled at his mock anger. She’d been feeling a bit wild all evening, contemplating the night she and Brodie had planned. So when he’d pulled her onto the dance floor for a waltz, ignoring the fact that the dance had been claimed by her cousin, she’d allowed herself to stand quite a bit closer than propriety allowed. Once or twice she’d even allowed her belly to brush against his cock, delighting in the feel of it hardening in response.
Brodie growled. “Now.”
Alice smiled and did as he commanded, raising her dress and straddling him while he worked the fastenings of his pants.
When he’d freed his cock, he lifted her and thrust deep. She had to bite her lip to hold in a scream. They’d been lovers for weeks now, but she’d still not gotten used to his size. He filled her nearly to the point of pain. Yet it felt so wickedly good.
She rose on her knees and brought herself down hard. He gasped, and she laughed.
He grabbed her hips in response, taking over control and driving into her over and over, so fast she couldn’t catch her breath.
Her aunt’s voice. In the hall. She tired to find the will to stop. But her hands clasped Brodie’s shoulders rather than pushing him away.
“Alice! Where are you?” Someone, presumably her aunt, tried the door. Thank God Brodie had locked it. She opened her eyes and looked at him pointedly.
Brodie shook his head. “Can’t . . . stop.” The words sounded pained.
He reached up and brushed his thumbs across booth her nipples as he flexed his cock inside her, brushing across the spot inside her that made her sizzle.
Her aunt knocked again, but Alice no longer cared. All she cared about was Brodie and what his hands and his cock were doing ot her.
He tormented her nipples as he thrust fully into her. Her nails bit into his shoulders, nearly ripping the fabric of his jacket. “Come for me, Alice.”
She moaned, slamming herself onto his cock, letting him fill her until she exploded. Hard bursts of passion raced through her. At just the right moment, Brodie took her lips with his and swallowed her scream of release.
As her body writhed against his, he lifted her and she felt the hot splash of his seed against her thigh. As the aftershocks of passion slowed, she realized something she’d been trying to deny. She needed this man with her very soul. She would have to find a way to keep him.