Over to you Morgan.
To me books and love go together hand in hand; you can never
have too much of either. When combined even better.
I remember various stages of my life based around the
different discoveries I’ve made of books that include sex.
The first has to be The Body Book, by Claire Rayner. My
mother introduced me to this when I was four and I now have a copy for my son
to look at. I believe we should feel comfortable talking to kids about sex and
it never hurts to have a book to help.
Then when I was ten my sister left her copy of Forever, by
Judy Bloom, lying around and I sneaked of to read it at least four times. It’s
the first time I remember thinking maybe sex isn’t yucky.
When I was a teen I found a copy of My Secret Garden, by
Nancy Friday, on the home bookshelves and it was a key factor in making me
comfortable with my own sexuality.
I read an awful lot of romances during my teenage years, yes
mainly Mills and Boon as that was what I could get my hands on in vast quantity
and if nothing else they were great stress relief during hormonal years.
For many years, while at University and working 9-5 I didn’t
read much for pleasure and when I did it was mainly thrillers, then I had my
first son and I couldn’t face the blood, gore and evil characters any more. I
frequently walked to the town Library and started picking up romances and
discovered a whole new world of romance that wasn’t Mills and Boon, but was
well crafted, fun and erotic. I devoured books by Stephanie Laurens, Kresley Cole,
Mary Balogh, Christien Feehan, and many more. Somewhere along the line I found
Lora Leigh and in searching her back catalogue I discovered Ellora’s Cave and
the world of e-publishers of Erotic Romance. For my next birthday I got an
e-reader.
Reading really does expand your horizons, bit by bit the
books I read got hotter and hotter and I’d finally started reading the sort of
story I felt inspired to write. I mean books I’ve read have inspired me to
write before, my favourite novel is The Crimson Petal and the White, by Michel
Faber, and yes it is about human nature and sex, and when I read the first page
I thought This is the book I wish I’d
written, but know I never could have. The first story I wanted to write and
felt I could because I instantly saw the beginning complete with regency
setting, the very hot middle and the happy ever after end is Duty to Love,
although the final story ended up being twice as long as the first draft!
Duty to Love is published by Evernight Publishing and
available from Friday 22nd February.
I’m a huge Jane Austen fan so writing a regency romance was
a foregone conclusion. I also love ménage, for me I enjoy reading a man’s point
of view and feeling the depth of his emotion, with two men there is all the
more of this. I also wanted to write something convincing, a regency ménage
that doesn’t require a complete suspension of belief. I hope I’ve succeeded.
So let's find out more about her new book Duty to Love.
Blurb:
Duty to Love is an
erotic regency romance; the story of two brothers and the one woman they have
both fallen in love with…
A craftily worded
contract and fate finds Arthur, Earl of Hentonury, having to marry not the lady
he expected but her younger sister Amelia, the woman he knows his brother James
loves and hoped to marry. Arthur cares for both Amelia and James how can he
choose between his love for them and his duty?
James may be the
younger son, but he has taken leave from the Army and will fight for Amelia.
Torn between her
feelings for two brothers Amelia wishes to marry Arthur but can't bear to lose
James.
Is there any
chance the three of them can find happiness together? Will duty or love win out?
Ohh that sounds great! How about an excerpt? Ready?
Arthur was in his study but
not alone.
The two men must have sensed
an intrusion, her approaching presence, for they turned to face her. Their
faces became animated upon seeing her, giving smiles so similar she felt the
weight of their combined warmth pulling an upwards movement from her own lips.
“James!” she uttered his name
on a cry before racing forward and flinging herself into his arms. Unprepared
his arms brushed her sides and hung around her back in a low, loose hold.
Sensing his discomfort Amelia
shifted back to look at him, then turned to Arthur. Were they upset with her?
Now she was to be married to him, was Arthur concerned that she might appear
overly familiar with James?
She had thought James might be
happy for her and Arthur. She would not be wedded to some stranger, moving to
live far away; they could carry on, the three of them, friends as before.
Things weren't the same,
though; faced with two men, tension stiffening their postures, expressions
equally tight, Amelia realized she had been naive. Marrying Arthur might well
mean the end of her friendship with James. They could no longer be frequently
in each other’s company, completely at ease with each other, for she would
belong to Arthur. A married woman was an entirely different prospect for a
friend than a young girl running wild.
When Amelia had imagined James
coming back from the Army and herself entering society, she had pictured them
enjoying the season together, James, with his dashing good humor, providing
light relief from the monotony of town entertainments. Now she would not be
having a season, and James, while as dashing as ever, did not appear in good
humor.
“I'm sorry, Arthur, I did not
think. It's James. You know I would not be so improper with anyone else.” She
took a step back from James, glancing at Arthur anxiously.
“Except me?” Arthur's tone
sounded pointedly hopeful, and Amelia realized he was teasing her.
Amelia grinned. “Except you.”
It used to be that James was the only one who teased her. Even when the three
of them had larked around together Arthur had always been the voice of caution,
unintentionally acting as a springboard to James and Amelia's rebellion. Recently Arthur had begun to tease Amelia, and
every time he did it added to the feeling of warmth that centered inside her
when Arthur was near.
Had James noticed the changes
in Arthur?
Amelia turned to look at James
just as she felt him tug her back into his embrace. “Come here, you little
hellion.”
This time he held her tight,
her breasts pressed flush to his chest and his hands cupping her hips. For all
their previous play together Amelia had never been held like this before. It
was no casual embrace; it seemed full of intent.
Amelia only realized James' s
intent when he leaned down and guided his lips to hers. The initial pressure
was fairytale light, unexpected, and led to everything she'd hoped a kiss could
be.
It was teasing, playful; his
lips glided against hers in subtle movements, retreating then advancing into
firmer contact. There was a little nip of teeth and a quick taste with the tip
of his tongue.
Amelia let herself be kissed, and
she reveled in the flurry of sensations her lips were experiencing. Greedy for
more she let her hands roam freely over James's back, tracing the shape of his
muscles, over his powerful shoulders to the unclothed skin of his nape.
James's hands tightened on
her, pulling her closer, until their hips pressed as close as their chests.
Amelia felt breathless, heady. It was a novel sensation. She'd never been one
for allowing her corset to be laced too tight. She'd never imagined Arthur
could make her feel like fainting.
But, oh God, it wasn't Arthur
kissing her. Amelia jerked trying to free herself of James's hold. Arthur was
watching her. He was watching her kiss another man. She was kissing her fiancé's
brother while he watched.
Why not go check her book out: www.evernightpublishing.com
Here's more about Morgan:
When
reading other Author Bios I often identify with what has been said, so yes it
is all true for me too: writing and being published has been a lifelong dream
(seriously it has, but I’ve been busy doing lots of other stuff especially
reading), I also have a day job (helping to create positive change is really
important to me so as well as getting involved in lots of community projects I
work in Charity Management), I live somewhere beautiful, although not in the US
but in the East of England, steeped in inspiring countryside and history, when
I’m not at work I’m often being a princess, pirate, monster or whatever takes
my four year olds fancy and most importantly I would love to hear from you,
this is the first story I’ve shared so if you contact me I’ll probably do a
little dance and will certainly smile inside for at least a week before
replying.
Ooh, love the sound of that :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Jorja, and thanks for having me Michaela :)
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