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Forbidden Love in Post Civil War Era South

The Heart Wants what the Heart Wants

We all want what we can’t have … Emma Bennett wants an African American man. In Louisville, Kentucky right after the Civil War this is a scandalous and dangerous idea. Dare she go after the man who makes her swoon?

In my historical romance a black man and a white woman cross the line and have a night of fiery passion. But just how far across the line should they take it?

Life without love is painful, but in 1865 forbidden fruit can be deadly. When a wealthy widow decides to enjoy her new-found freedom, she puts more than her reputation on the line. An unwanted suitor means to have her, or no one will. From sizzling sex to life-threatening danger, the intrigue will keep you turning the pages of Midnight Caller, Haley Whitehall’s sizzling new romance.



When Emma Bennett’s husband dies in a carriage accident in 1865, she is released from her loveless, controlling marriage. Now she has a chance to find happiness and raise a family. But before she begins courting again she wants to experience her freedom. At the advice of the leading socialite in town, she takes a black lover to fulfill her sexual needs. His raw, masculine power awakens feelings she didn’t know existed. After the first touch she craves more.

Frederick works as a roustabout by day and moonlights as a prostitute. He knows better than to fall in love with his white client, but Emma enchants him the first time he calls on her. To keep them both safe, he works hard to put up barriers. Unfortunately, he can’t protect Emma from the slimy Mr. Hawthorne, who wants her as his bride. Frederick vows to keep her safe even if his forbidden love costs him his life.


A dark, handsome man sat on her bed and she wasn’t about to waste another minute. Stepping closer, she thrust out her chest—her bosom eye level with him. “Please help me undress.” More confidence worked into her voice.

Frederick reached up with his long arms and carefully undid the first button, his fingers brushing the base of her throat. The buttons went all the way down the front of her dress. When he unhooked the buttons covering her chest, she drew a sharp breath. The heat traveling through the cloth made her nipples peak.

He moved with unhurried grace, so careful as if he was afraid his strong fingers would tear the fabric. He lingered a second longer than necessary before moving to the lower buttons. Her pulse sped. She had never experienced such tender attention before. The thrill wound its way through all her nerves to her mound.

Frederick slipped off the bed and onto his knees. His fingers worked on the last buttons. When his gaze fell between her thighs, she moistened. The lust in his eyes spoke to her body like nothing had before. He wanted her.

She relished the thought, savoring it like a piece of chocolate.

For the first time in her life she felt like a woman worthy of love. She had never felt wanted before. She yearned to form a connection with him. She reached out and grabbed his sturdy shoulders. He placed a kiss on the back of each of her hands. She tingled where his lips touched.

After working her arms free, she let him pull the dress all the way down until the garment puddled at her feet. He eyed her petticoats hungrily, but hesitated.

His restraint increased the adrenaline pulsing through her veins. She held the power. He was there to serve her.

“You may take down my petticoats.”

Frederick did as he was told. Now standing in nothing but her white silk camisole and drawers, she shivered, not from cold, but from excitement.
She hadn’t bothered with the confining corset this morning. The impropriety gave her an unprecedented rush. She spent the whole day in the house anticipating this moment.
Frederick reached down and took the bottom of the camisole in both hands. Emma nodded and he slowly pulled the chemise off over her head, revealing her light skin a little at a time.

When he touched her drawers, she quivered. He pulled her drawers down quickly and she stepped out. His touch was so intimate she longed to have him roam his hands over all her curves. He was older than her—perhaps twenty-five and his expression told her he was eager to proceed. He knew much more about carnal pleasures than she did. She would enjoy the experience.

He stood there, taking in her beauty. His six-foot-three frame slightly bowed, all his attention on her. Like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. Her insides twisted and she felt a conscious blush. Hopefully he liked what he saw.

“What would you like me to do now, ma’am?” Frederick asked in a husky voice.

Emma pointed to his trousers. “Finish undressing.”


(Moonlight Romance Book 1)

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About the Author:

Haley's Author PictureHaley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historicals set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. You can connect with her on her websitehaleywhitehall.com and on Twitter@HaleyWhitehall.


Giveaway ~ Perilous Risk: Erotic Romance, Regency Historical, Light BDSM Elements, 18+ Only


Have you checked out my latest release?

©Copyright Natasha Blackthorne 2014

For Adults 18 years of age or older only.


Excerpt from

Perilous Risk

Regency Risks, Book Three

By Natasha Blackthorne

His stare pinned her and she remained rooted to the spot like a cornered hare.

He lowered his head. She felt her eyes widening. Her heart beat harder and harder, deafening thunder in her ears.

He put his mouth to hers.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t make a move.

Oh, God. Oh, God save me…


Adult Excerpt from The Other Brother by Lucy Felthouse

Hey everyone,

Aww, it’s the last day of the Thanksgiving party already :( so I’m ending it with a sweet, yet sexy and sensual snippet from my erotic romance novella, Calendar Men: Mr June – The Other Brother. Enjoy!


teaser_theotherbrotherShe paused. At the point of no return, she needed a second to gather her courage. Fortunately, Patrick’s attention was otherwise occupied, checking her out as well, and he didn’t notice her temporary dilemma. Sucking in a breath, she shifted her eyes, following the line of dark hair on his abdomen…and there it was. Rock hard and insistent, his cock pointed toward his navel. Delicious. Long and thick and already with a bead of pre-cum.

Her pussy lips filled with blood, her clit swelled. God, she wanted him. She couldn’t find the voice to tell him—her lust had stolen it—so she showed him. Easing closer, she pulled him in for another kiss. His dick pressed against her thigh, and she grabbed the condom and handed it to him.

“Now.” Twisting away from his lips, she said, “Now, please. I want you bad.”

He chuckled again. “The feeling is incredibly mutual, but don’t you want to, you know, first? Come?”

She pushed his hand between her legs.

“Oh,” Patrick said, his grin growing as wide as the Cheshire Cat’s, “I take that as a no, then.”

“Get on with it, Brogan.”

“With pleasure, ma’am.” He ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom over his straining cock. Then, shifting between her legs, he settled his length against her seam and rocked his hips, coating his shaft with her juices. They both groaned.

“Just so you know, I’m going to explore every inch of your sexy body later with my hands and my tongue. But, right, now I’m going to give you what you asked for.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Grinning, she wrapped her arms around his back.

With that, he aimed the meaty head of his cock against her entrance then moved to rest his weight on his elbows so he could reach to kiss her. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he simultaneously slid into her. They swallowed each other’s moans and were lost. Lost in lust, passion. Perfection.

They rocked together, slowly at first, then faster, overwhelmed by arousal and the need to come. Though they hadn’t indulged in any foreplay beyond kissing, he still pressed all of her buttons, angling his hips perfectly so his pubic bone stimulated her clitoris with every stroke, bringing her closer to climax.

By the time it came, she hovered on the verge of tears. Happy, blissful tears. They ran even as she yelled her pleasure, bucking and writhing with orgasm.

“Oh…fuck,” Patrick said, tensing. “I’m gonna—”

“Do it, do it. I just did.” She burst into a peal of uncontrollable giggles.

He groaned again, surged one more time then moaned long and deep as his cock twitched and leaped inside her. Murmuring expletives, he stroked her hair.

Finally, he slumped onto her and gave her a languid but meaningful kiss. “That…was awesome.”

“Yeah, it was pretty damn awesome, wasn’t it?”

They laughed together then he rolled off and tugged her into his arms.



“Stay tonight?”

“Hell, yeah. Though I might have to pop out to the pharmacy at some point—that was my only condom.”

“For that, I’ll let you leave for a while.”

“Gee, thanks.”

She tapped him playfully. “Then I suppose we’d better choose your damn photo, hadn’t we?”

“I’d forgotten all about that.”

“I’m not surprised. We did get a little distracted.”

“Yes.” Snuggling her neck, he began nibbling Melodie’s earlobe. “We did. But it was totally worth it.” He frowned when she eased away.


Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/calendar-men-mr-june-the-other-brother/

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on FacebookandTwitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Win Moonstruck by B.J. McCall

Moonstruck, an erotic werewolf romance, is my Thanksgiving Party prize. 

Good luck,


4.5 Stars

“This story has a well-constructed mystery plot with lots of surprises to keep the reader interested.

Candy, Sensual Reads


She’s a beautiful werewolf who packs heat. He’s human and he’s moonstruck.

Agent Rilee Winter of the Paranormal Crime Unit has caught a challenging case. A valuable diamond has been stolen from philanthropist Pierce Brannan and the suspect is her twin sister.

Rilee’s assignment is to work with Pierce, find the Nightskye diamond and bring her twin to justice. The moon is full, Pierce is sexy-as-sin and Rilee’s lycan blood is running high. She’s a cop. He’s a victim. She’s a werewolf. He’s human. It’s hot. He’s moonstruck. It’s complicated.


TO MY FELLOW AMERICANS, Have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday



Moonlust by B.J. McCall

I’ve often been asked which paranormal creature I like best. The answer is difficult. I’ve written stories about dragons, angels, vampires and werewolves. I love my shifter characters. Welcome to my wolf shifter world of Moonlust.


Night is falling and Megan Andrews is running for her life. The moment Ry Graham lays eyes on the dark-haired beauty, he’s hit with Moonlust. She’s human and she’s in trouble. His duty as an agent of the Federal Paranormal Crime Unit is to turn her problem over to the local cops, but Ry can’t walk away.

A chance encounter with a sexy stranger offers a lifeline Megan can’t refuse. A killer is hot on her trail, but for Megan things are just starting to heat up.


“This was a great read that I recommend to everyone who loves a good story.” JCaraway, The Romance Studio

 Candy of Sensual Reads gives Moonlust 4.5 STARS!

“B.J. McCall offers the reader a book filled with lots of action and scorching sex that will keep the reader glued to the page.”


The woman caught Ryland Graham’s eye the moment she’d walked into the bar. She was dressed casually in jeans, a black turtleneck, and a jacket, her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail that hung halfway down her back.

When she’d turned to the waitress, he’d gotten a look at her face and the impact had sent a shockwave through his chest. He hadn’t experienced moonlust, but Ry recognized the physical sign of need so intense he had to suppress the urge to shift and howl a mating call.

Long ago his father had explained there was a difference between lust beneath the moon and the moonlust one felt for one’s true mate. Ry was feeling it now — for a human. Was that possible?

He’d believed that moonlust was a shared werewolf experience. But how did he deny the physical evidence? His blood was on fire and his heart was racing. He picked up his Scotch on the rocks and walked toward her table.

He was unattached, alone in a hotel, the moon was full, and she was so damn beautiful Ry was mesmerized. He was in San Francisco to testify at the trial of a man he’d busted three years ago, a religious zealot who believed killing shifters served God’s greater plan, but a bomb threat had forced the evacuation of the court building. Ry’d been forced to stay in town another day.

Had fate guided him to her? He’d planned to order room service, drink a beer, and watch a game. But as he passed the bar, he decided he wanted a Scotch. He’d picked up the glass to take his first sip, then she’d walked in. Ry forgot about the game, the trial, and the exorbitant price he’d paid for the Scotch.

She sat in the corner, watching the door and the street as if she expected trouble.

Ry didn’t need trouble, especially the female human kind, but fate had changed his plans and her smile was like a tractor beam drawing him to her. She was so utterly feminine and so fragile looking, walking away wasn’t an option. “I’m Ryland Graham. Mind if I sit down?”

Her gaze searched his face, assessing him, and she smiled. “Please do, Mr. Graham.”

“My friends call me Ry.” He pulled out a chair and took a seat.

She stuck out her hand. “I’m Mary Smith.”

Her hand was cold, her touch brief, and she was lying. The scent of fear clung to her and her hand trembled as she picked up her glass and took a drink.

“I know we just met, but would you have dinner with me? The hotel has a great restaurant. Or there’s an Italian place down the block.”

Her gaze flicked to the window, then back to meet his.

Ry smiled. “I’m only in town for the night and I’d really like to have dinner with you.”

“Are you staying at this hotel?” Her come-hither smile slammed through him. Ry would have liked to think she was as captivated by him as he was by her, but he knew better. His training and his years on the job told him she was playing him, using him to get out of the bar and out of sight.

Mary was human and up to her ass in trouble. As a sworn officer of the Federal Paranormal Criminal Unit it was his duty to direct her to SFPD and walk away. But that wasn’t going to happen. If she had dragons to slay, Ry was buying a sword. “I’m on the sixth floor.”

“I’m starved. Let’s order room service.”



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Saltwater Lover by Shiloh Saddler – Historical Gay Romance


Saltwater Lover is the first M/M Romance I published. I was very excited when it found a home with Liquid Silver Books. Historical Romance is my favorite genre and I like stories that are a little taboo so forbidden love is one of my favorite tropes.

SALTWATER LOVER is an interracial historical romance between a slaver captain and a slave. While I have published many stories since then this one is still my favorite and may always be.



In 1800, Kojo is a native African with deep connections to the spirits—but those spirits choose not to save him from the slaving ship. He’s captured and taken aboard, where he meets Captain Mather. During the long journey to America, not even the spirits can save him from their growing attraction. Love blooms. A doomed love. For when they land, Kojo’s fate is to be sold.

Captain Mather can’t imagine Kojo being treated as a slave. Desperate to spare him from that life, the captain hides him, taking him to his home. When he’s blackmailed by a mutinous former crewmember, there seems little choice but to sell his ship and pay. Anything to save the man he loves.

Adult Excerpt:

Mather dipped a rag into the bucket of water and then approached Kojo slowly. He didn’t want to make any sudden moves. The man had a look about him like a confused animal and confused could be dangerous.

Searching his memory for the word for wash, Mather came up blank. If he couldn’t tell him he’d have to show him. He took the rag and washed his own face first. Then wetted the rag again and then pressed it on Kojo’s forehead, looking into his eyes, trying to gauge his emotion. The man tensed but didn’t move. His eyes seemed distant as if he was somewhere else.

Tenderly, he wiped the dirt and grime off Kojo’s face. “See it doesn’t hurt. I want to be your friend.” Kojo couldn’t understand him, but the tone of his voice was soft and soothing.

By the time he worked his way down Kojo’s neck to the plane of his chest, the man relaxed. His vision returned to focusing on a spot in the room, on what he didn’t know. Mather took extra time on his chest, tracing his muscles which had thinned to wiry ropes. He rubbed one of Kojo’s dusky nipples and the man sucked in air. He leaned into his touch, as though silently pleading for more. Mather continued playing with the nipple until it formed a stiff peak. He gave the other nipple the same attention before moving lower.

Kojo blushed and Mather bit his tongue to hold back a chuckle. He wetted the rag again and slowly washed down to Kojo’s hips. He inched down the valley of Kojo’s powerful thighs, first the right then the left. Kojo’s cock thickened and his breaths came faster.

Mather nearly groaned. His core heated and his balls tightened, but he resisted the temptation.

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Author Bio:

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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Blog: http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com/

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New Christmas Release – Lick This by B.J. McCall

Lick This is part of the multi-author Changeling Press Christmas series – PEPPERMINT TWIST

Available from Changeling Press – November 27th


Faith hates Christmas. She hates peppermint, too, but every Christmas morning she finds a stocking stuffed with candy canes hanging from her fireplace mantel. This Christmas she’s determined to catch the culprit.

It’s Norr’s job to help Faith regain her Christmas spirit. So far, he’s failed to tempt her with peppermint candy canes. This year is his last chance. One lick isn’t all he wants, but it’s a start. What’s an elf to do?



Available Nov 27th at Changeling Press




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Country Crush by Shiloh Saddler – #Cowboy #GLBT (Warm Excerpt)

In Country Crush Blake Bonner rides the rodeo circuit as a team roper, a header to be exact. I grew up around rodeo events and terms. Everyone loves a cowboy, right? Not everyone is familiar with rodeos though. So here is some team roping basics. Team roping is the only team event in rodeo. Team roping grew out of the ranch chores of the past. Larger cattle would have to be immobilized for branding and doctoring by two ropers due to their strength and size.


The team ropers chase their cow to rope it.

Header and Heeler

The two cowboys involved in team roping have a specific job to do thus their name. The first, known as the header ropes the head of the cattle. The other cowboy, known as the heeler, ropes the heels or legs.


And the Event

The team ropers start from the box. The header is the first out trying to rope the head as quickly as possible without breaking the barrier. As with other roping events the cattle must get a head start. Once the catch is made the header dallies and turns the steer left. This gives the heeler room to do his job and rope the legs. The clock is stopped when there is no slack in both ropes and the horses face each other.


Timing and Penalties

If the barrier is broken a 10 second penalty is added to the time. Also, if the heeler manages to catch only one leg, then a 5 second penalty is added. In addition to these penalties there are only 3 legal catches that the header can make. These are:

  • both horns
  • one horn and the head
  • the neck

After a car accident Blake has been competing with a paralyzed leg. He cowboyed up and continued on the rodeo circuit as soon as he was cleared to ride again. However, getting back into the dating scene took him a little longer…


Country Crush Blurb:

Country singer Will Conrad is afraid coming out will tank his career. Being a celebrity makes it difficult to pick up a man and keep things secret. A gay one night stand online dating site is his salvation. While he is performing in Las Vegas he agrees to meet the real cowboy with whom he has been corresponding.

A car accident left championship team roper Blake Bonner with a paralyzed leg and a wounded heart. Now fully recovered, he is ready for a relationship, but will his blind date want to be topped by a cripple and will he treat him like a whole man?

When Blake finds out his date is Will Conrad he can’t believe it. He’s been his country crush since he hit the country music scene. But when the paparazzi catch them together will their burgeoning relationship be able to brave the media storm?


“He is expecting you,” she said, and then disappeared around the corner without another word.

Heart hammering his rib cage, Blake rubbed his sweaty palms on the sides of his jeans. There was nothing to be nervous about. It wasn’t like his national title was on the line—just his pride. The young woman hadn’t said his date was waiting for him, but he could tell by the look in her eyes and her knowing smile he was. Finally he was going to meet the man he’d been emailing and texting and calling for months. His middle squeezed.

Accepting his disability online was one thing, in person it was a totally different matter. There were still days when Blake woke up and cussed out his useless leg. Here goes nothing.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door wider and found himself face-to-face with Will Conrad.

Blake’s mouth dropped open, but no words came. There had to be some mistake. Maybe everyone with a backstage pass got to meet Mr. Conrad.

The country music singer’s gaze swept over him, and he stuck out his chest, his nipples stiffening under the scrutiny. Blake instantly felt the heat between them. Conrad’s eyes held appreciation, lust, and steamy sensuality with a hint of submissive. Dear God, his celebrity crush was gay.

Conrad’s gaze swept lower and Blake’s cock hardened all the way. Conrad eyed the bulge and licked his lips. After a second, his head snapped up and he met his eyes, offering his hand. “Name’s Will Conrad.” A playful grin spread across his face. “Of course, by the twinge of shock in your eyes I think you knew that.”

Blake gave his hand a firm shake. “You’re Cowboy66?” he choked out.


Conrad walked past him and shut the door. “I saw you sitting in the front row. You looked like just how you described.”

Blake’s cheeks burned. “Complete with crutches,” he muttered.

Conrad laughed. “You look all man to me.”

Blake’s blush spread down his neck. “Thank you, Mr. Conrad.”

“Call me Will.” He pressed his hand against Blake’s chest. “After tonight we’ll know each other intimately.”

A lump formed in Blake’s throat and had difficulty swallowing or finding words.

“Uh, and I’m Blake.”

Will pushed Blake’s hat back farther on his head. Their lips were close and for a moment Blake’s pulse skidded. Was he going to kiss him?

“I get ogled by women all the time,” Will said, “but I seldom get such a heated gaze from a man.”

Will stepped back, breaking contact with him.

Damn the man was a tease. The way his cock throbbed he didn’t need much foreplay to be ready.

“I gravitated to your side of the stage just so I could get a better look at you.”

“I thought…oh.”

“Your dark brown eyes roaming my body made me hot all over. I’m glad I was under the stage lights to hide my fever. The way you looked at me, Blake, I really liked it.”

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About the Author:

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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Blog: http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/shiloh.saddler?fref=ts

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ShilohSaddler

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The Virgin Madam – F/F Historical Western Romance

Today it isn’t unusual in the United States for a woman to be married to another woman, or for a woman to be with another woman as a life partner. Gay rights have come a long way, and yes there is still a long way to go.

My debut novel The Virgin Madam takes place in Bitterroot Flats, California in 1879. During this time it was definitely considered sinful to have intimate relations with the same sex and there were many laws on the books making it a crime.

Laura Rutherford inherits her papa’s brothel after he is murdered. Becoming the madam makes controlling her urges for the working women even more difficult. She fights these thoughts and thinks she is a freak until she meets Josephine “Joe” Bascum who shares who desire to share her life with another woman.

Josephine, dressed as a cowboy, walks into the brothel looking for a room to stay the night. She’s lived her life for many years as a man. I’ve read many historicals where one of the ladies has a boyish frame and parades around town as a woman. I know based on research that some women actually did do this. It is the only safe way Joe can be with a woman and it fit her tomboy personality well. From their first meeting she realizes the woman she wants is Laura.

PG Excerpt:

“You’ll run into the furniture if you don’t watch where you’re going.”

I opened my eyes, my head naturally snapping toward the voice. Sitting emerged in the tub was Mr. Bascum—or rather Miss Bascum. I blinked at her small exposed bosom. “You’re, you’re a she.”

She laughed, the pleasant noise reverberating through the room. “Name’s Josephine, but don’t go spreading it around.”

“Why are you dressed as a man?”

Josephine let out a deep sigh. “That is a long story. The short answer is I’m safer as a man, and society frowns on a woman riding horses astride and handling a gun.”

“I see.” And now I knew why I was attracted to this stranger—she was a beautiful woman with blue eyes I could easily lose myself in.

I looked at the sudsy water in the tub, hiding the lower half of her body. It had been a long time since I had taken a bath. Papa let the working ladies bathe before me. They brought in money; I didn’t.

“You may share the bath with me,” Josephine said, “water being scarce and all.” She spoke casually as if it was a commonplace occurrence.

I averted my gaze immediately. I’m not sure why. Fire spread across my skin from my cheeks to my ears to my neck. Suddenly seeing Josephine naked as the day she was born seemed wrong. I had seen plenty of naked girls growing up in the brothel. I had seen even more since I took over running the place. But Josephine wasn’t just another naked girl; I wanted her, which made her proposition dangerous. I was afraid my sinful lust would show. Sharing a bath with this beautiful woman might be too much temptation.

Josephine smiled playfully and beckoned me over with a finger. “Nothing improper,” she said, “unless you want.”

I gulped air. How far would improper go? A teasing touch or something more?


The-Virgin-MadamAfter a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the can-can for her each night…at least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.

Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent Madame from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.

When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin madam?

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Private Pleasure by Shiloh Saddler – Ancient Roman Menage

GIVEAWAY: Private Pleasure – Ancient Roman FFM Menage

After reading a lot of stories set in Ancient Rome I decided to finally write my own. It just took me a whole year to finish it. Private Pleasure was a test in determination. Some days I wanted to never look at it again, but I am glad I persevered. Readers are commenting on how surprisingly emotionally rich it is as well as being erotic. If you are interested in winning a copy of this ebook please comment on this post! Thanks.

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Private Pleasure is my first ménage. It is a smoking hot historical romance set in the Roman Republic. In Ancient Rome sexual pleasure was often indulged. If a man didn’t want to take a wife yet he could shower favors on a concubine. Throughout much of the ancient roman era it was perfectly acceptable for a powerful, wealthy man to take a wife and share his bed with other women at the same time. A man could hire whores, bed his servants, and legally have a wife without any censure. However, due to Christian influences, it became illegal for a man to have a concubine and a wife at the same time. Although debauchery continued it was frowned upon.
It is during this Christian influenced era that Private Pleasure is set because that just adds to the tension.


I hope you enjoy the excerpt from Private Pleasure. (PG-13)


Felix couldn’t believe his soon-to-be-wife had asked him to purchase Naomi. He’d intended to buy the beautiful servant as a present for Livia anyway. It did not matter the element of surprise was ruined. She appreciated the gift just the same.

Maybe even more so, he thought recalling her words. If there is anything I can do to repay you for this favor please let me know. I am in your debt.

Felix paced his large bedchamber, marching like the trained soldier he was.

He was certain most of the men wishing to marry Livia had failed to notice the brief smile she’d shared with Naomi at her birthday celebration. Most slaves had been schooled to keep an impassive expression; still a quick break in decorum was far from unheard of. And it was Livia’s birthday after all. It could have meant nothing. However, after Livia’s request it could also mean a great deal.

He glanced at the empty bed. Normally on a night like this he’d pay a woman to warm his bed or even send for one of his female slaves. Not tonight. His cock begged for attention and all it would receive would be the caress of his own hand. In Livia’s honor he’d sworn off other women so he could savor their wedding night as much as his wife. It would be a hard promise to keep, and although she might never learn of his sacrifice, he intended to keep his word.

Felix stroked his short beard. He had quite a reputation for having a large sexual appetite. With Naomi moving to his domus he did not know if he could keep his hands off her for long. This momentary celibacy did not help with that. He groaned, not wanting to sully his worship of the golden haired Livia.

He left his bedchamber and walked out onto the veranda. The weather was unseasonably warm for May. The lack of a breeze did not help to ease his inner fire. Ever since he was a young boy he’d been ruled by his ambition. His father said if he hadn’t been fortunate to be born into a patrician family he still would have found a way into the elite.

His father was the only person who knew just how high his aspirations went. Many nights he’d lie in bed imagining what it would be like to rule the Roman Empire. The foolish fantasies of a youth, most likely. He sighed and left the veranda to stroll through his garden. He needed to stretch his legs and think. Think and dream like he’d done as a boy. With to the rigors of army life and monotony of politics he hadn’t indulged in his fantasies in a while. Likely his father had figured he’d forgotten them, grown up and left them behind.

That was not true. Now, thinking about the possibilities Livia and Naomi represented had him dreaming again. If he was emperor the impropriety of taking a concubine while married would not matter. Past emperors had been known to take many women into their bed besides their wife.

It would be hard to restrain his desires for both women. He did not wish to dishonor his family with scandal. No, he wouldn’t openly court scandal unless it appeared on his doorstep. If it did, then how could he turn it away?



A member of the Roman elite, Livia, shares a secret Sapphic relationship with her slave that’s threatened when her father forces her to marry a powerful senator. But after her new husband introduces her to the pleasures of sex with men, she finds her attraction torn. Is it the senator she wants in her bed, or her slave?

Sensuous Naomi has been a devoted slave and lover to Livia for many years, but she too, feels a desire for the senator that’s too powerful to stop. When he discovers their secret, he offers Naomi a choice – marry another slave, or live as a threesome. Naomi jumps at the chance to lie in the senator’s arms, even if only for one night.

Felix’s political ambition knows no bounds, nor his appetite for women. But when a critical mission results in his capture, it’s only getting back to his two lovers he desires, no matter what the diplomatic fallout. Little does he know the risks he’s taken in his bed and in the field have not gone unnoticed by the emperor, but will he be rewarded or reprimanded for his actions?

Warning: this is ancient history on the erotic romance side. This novella contains two women lusting after each other and a powerful man determined to have them both.


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Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.


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