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Today, I'm welcoming my fellow Maryland Romance Writers Afton Locke to the blog to talk about her new release, Rose, Exposed. She also has a giveaway and a fun post on romance in Maryland. So read on...
Thank you for hosting me today. I’m excited to discuss why Maryland is romantic and to introduce my recent release, Rose, Exposed, a multicultural historical erotic romance set in the 1930s.
The grand prize for the tour is vintage-style rose earrings for pierced ears (U.S. shipping address only).
To be eligible, COMMENT on this post. Comment should include the historical time period and geographical setting (when and where) you’d most like to see in a romance.
The tour winner will be announced on my website on April 11th.
Why Maryland is Romantic
No matter how far my travels take me, I’ll always call Maryland home. I was lucky enough to spend my teenage years living by the Chesapeake Bay. Spring brought a multitude of flowers and birds. Summer brought bay breezes, the hum of boat engines, and the rustle of leaves from big shade trees. Here, my desire to be a romance writer was born as I explored the creativity of painting, writing, and romance.
It’s not surprising that I’d use a setting that had such an impact on me for my latest release, Rose, Exposed. Write what you know, everyone says, but this wasn’t a conscious decision. Hit by the economy, I couldn’t afford to take my usual week-long trip to a new place, so I went to Solomons Island for a day trip. Inspiration struck without warning and a book series was born.
Why is Maryland romantic?
- It’s a small state with a lot of diverse scenery, ranging from mountains to big city to seashore. Books with a variety of settings and storylines could be set there.
- The history, spanning several centuries, is long and colorful. Solomons Island in the 1930s had steamers, similar to Mississippi riverboats, that traveled to Baltimore. Roads were so undeveloped people even commuted to work in boats.
- Rugged, handsome men, such as watermen and hikers, abound.
- Like the Deep South, it has abundant greenery, waterfront, and humidity. Those hazy, lazy summer days are perfect for dreaming, and my favorite sight is draping green vines forming arches across roadways.
- South of the Mason Dixon line, Maryland is part of the South, so it has some of the same values -- just not as intense.
Since I have more books planned for this series, I need to take my digital camera to Maryland for a big photo session. Because I grew up there, I guess I took it for granted and didn’t take the pictures I do now when I visit new places. In fact, when I created the video for my new release, I came up a little short and had to use some pictures of Louisiana. (Shh, don’t tell anyone!)
Although Maryland may not be as popular a setting for romance novels as some other states, it should be. For now, I’ll keep writing about this hidden gem.
Release Date: 27 March 2013
eBook ISBN #: 978-14199-45205
(I love creating trailers for all my books!)
When Leroy Johnson gets promoted at the new oyster plant on Pearl Point, all he cares about is working hard. When he meets the flirtatious artist Rose Wainwright, however, nothing matters except getting her to the altar and into bed. Healing from a recent loss, he’s not about to let her go too.
Because Rose’s strict, social-climbing father doesn’t approve of dark-skinned Leroy, they court in secret anyplace they can find. Although Leroy’s raw passion can convince her to do almost anything, why can’t he understand she needs freedom, not marriage?
Her father wants her to be white, but Leroy wants her to be black. Playing both sides of the fence leaves this young biracial beauty exposed in more ways than one.
Rose, Exposed - Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2013 - All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“You’re so…dark,” she exclaimed. Instead of the disdain he expected, he heard fascination.
Come on, lady. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a colored man before.
“Yes, I’m dark,” he agreed as he politely removed her hand, “which is why it’s not a good idea for us to sit alone together in this car. Someone might come along and jump to the wrong conclusion.”
A conclusion that could get him beat up or worse with the Klan close by on Oyster Island.
But before he could stop her, she clasped both sides of his face and pressed her sweet mouth to his. Aw, hell. A man only had so much self-control, and she’d just shattered his. Unable to stop himself, he plundered her delicate mouth. Her lips reminded him of rose petals, and he sucked the sweetness out of them as if he were a bee. The more he tasted, the more he wanted.
She opened, giving him access to her even sweeter tongue. His penis strained, hard and now wet, against his undershorts. Hell, even his balls must be twice their normal size. Taking a big breath, he pulled away from her.
“We can’t do this. You’re white.”
She looked down at her upturned palms. “Then I really do look white?”
Leroy frowned. “Aren’t you?”
For the first time, her smile disappeared, making him shiver in his wet clothes. “The truth is, I don’t know what I am. I suppose that’s why I took this foolish drive.”
She must be biracial then, he realized, and not forbidden after all. The thought made him want to dance on the hood of the car. She still looked white, though. If he didn’t have the time to court a girl his own color, he sure didn’t have any for a complicated one like this.
“Kiss me again,” she demanded.
Without waiting for him to answer, she locked her hot, damp mouth on his again and tugged hard on his shoulders. Before he knew it, he was on top of her on the front seat. He wished her dress weren’t so thin when two round breasts pushed against his chest and long, slender legs shifted restlessly under his. Dizzy with the scent of rain and her, he froze.
At that moment, nothing mattered except finding out if her cunt was as sweet and yielding as her mouth. He didn’t care if the entire Klan showed up, knocked on the window and caught him thrusting between her legs on this slippery leather seat. It had been too damn long since he’d had a woman. He needed to stop this while he still could.
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” Lust had turned his voice into a husky croak.
She laughed and touched his face again. “I don’t know. What am I asking for?”
This girl was crazier than he’d first thought. What if someone less honorable than himself had stopped instead? She could’ve been raped.
“A whole lot of trouble.” He sat up. “Look, this is not the time or the place. Now let’s get you home.”
The sooner he could be rid of her—before she derailed him from his job, family, and everything else that mattered—the better.
WIPs Coming Soon for Afton Locke
Rose, Exposed is the sequel to Plucking the Pearl, an interracial historical erotic romance. I have two more books planned for the Oyster Harbor series. Next up for romance are Sadie and Henry.
In addition to interracial/multicultural historicals, I also plan to keep writing erotic contemporaries. Can an older woman find love with a hot male stripper? My current WIP, Two Hours to Entice, will answer that question.
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