Yay! So happy to host today's guest, Kerry Adrienne. We met at RWA Nationals at the FF&P party in 2011, and discovered that we were kindred spirits. Of course, I appreciate her naughty side. That is, if she'll admit to it!
Well, I didn’t think I did, but apparently, I do. Write erotic romance, that is. Since the release of Senator, Mine this month, I’ve had many nods and smirks from friends saying “Oh, yes, you do.”
But I thought erotic romance was, you know, the non-vanilla stuff. The cool stuff. Things other than just m/f doing regular things. Uh. I guess I was wrong.
Being a classics minor, I know that “erotic” came from “Eros” (I know, I didn’t need a degree to figure that out), and the definition of erotic is “of, devoted to, or tending to arouse sexual love or desire” (Mirriam Webster). Okay, I agree with that, too. So, maybe my problem is not with being told that my story is erotic romance—it is with the giggles and looks that invariably go along with being told that I write “IT”. My new stance: So what?
People read recipe books and grocery store lists and get hungry and no one laughs at them…how is that any different?
Shrug. I’ll wear the label proudly. I had another story that I wanted to write that I definitely considered erotic romance anyway. So there.
Thanks for hosting me, Louisa. I am thrilled to be in such awesome company.
Senator, Mine is the first 1Night Stand in the “All Mine” series from Decadent Publishing. Druid, Mine will be out in June.
Eleanor’s dream of a romantic tour of Italy shatters when her long-time boyfriend breaks up with her in Pompeii. Determined to enjoy the once in a lifetime vacation, she enlists the 1NS service. She continues her trip, stopping to buy a small golden signet in a mysterious antiquities shop in Rome.
Darius, a hard-working Senator in Ancient Rome, is puzzled by the Sibyl’s words: You will not find love in your lifetime. Hoping to find a measure of happiness, he agrees to the Sibyl’s quest. In the olive grove, he spots Eleanor, a barbarian wearing his stolen senator’s ring.
A night spent together may be just what they both need to break down the columns of time that stand between them.
“What is it?” She moved closer to examine the object he held.
“A senator’s ring from the time of Augustus.” He waved the item with a flourish. “A rare and beautiful find, for a deserving young woman.”
The golden circle sparkled in the half-light like the wedding band that shone in her dreams. She tried to control her sharp intake of breath.
“A rather personal memento, wouldn’t you say?”
“Which senator?” Gorgeous. What a find. Was it legal to take it out of the country? Surely it held historical significance.
“Yes, it can be exported,” the shopkeeper said. “We don’t know who owned the signet, as many records of the Senate at that time were lost, but it has been cleared by the Antiquities Commission.”
She hadn’t mentioned exporting it aloud. Had he read her mind? No, that wasn’t possible. She squirmed. Nothing about the shop or its contents felt normal. One thing was certain. The ring was amazing. And perfect.
“What does the engraving say?” she asked.
She drew in a quick breath, as a gasp of warm air breezed across her neck, making the hairs stand. She shuddered. I’ve been watching too many old movies.
“As common as the name was at the time, no senators named Darius are on any rolls.” The shopkeeper pushed it closer to her face. “And Madame Eve recommends it. What do you say?”
“How much?” Eleanor whispered.
“Ah.” The shopkeeper grinned. “What price would you pay for a little ring that will change your life forever?”
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