As with many authors here at Wild & Wicked Cowboys, I write in other genres. One of those is erotic historical, and recently I’ve embarked on yet another twist–that being erotic historical thriller! Now I like to think that all my heroes have a little bit of “cowboy” in them–and it’s true. Recently, I featured my dark erotic historical THE DARK SEDUCTION OF MISS JANE, up exclusively at Amazon for a free weekend. Mainly I wanted to see how readers would respond to A) free books…#NomNomNom and B) an erotic historical thriller with a Satisfied for now ending.
This book is special to me for more reason s than I can list. Writing it wasn’t just a how I’d normally write a book–it was a journey, both for my heroine, Jane and for me. It was a step in my writing that I wasn’t expecting, characters that appeared that I didn’t anticipate. It was delightful and rather unsettling at times as to where that journey took me. But I grew as a writer and that’s what I hope for when I read a book, and that’s what I want my readers to experience when they read my books. Lofty goals one might say? Perhaps. But I am an artist at heart. I write as I see it transpire in my mind’s eye. I aspire for the reader to experience the same.
Set in Victorian London in the tumultuous summer of 1887 (prior to the 1888 Ripper Murder spree) here is a little bit about The Dark Seduction of Miss Jane.
A scandalous betrayal sets Jane Goodwin on an unexpected journey to London to pursue her dream of being the first female investigative journalist, but she soon finds herself in a hotbed of murder and controversy. Seduced by the passions of a mysterious lover and stalked by a mad man, tensions mount as Jane falls prey to her desires, only to discover a deadly secret that threatens more than her trust in men.
Inspector Randolph Mansfield is one of Scotland Yard’s elite, battling the dark secrets of his past while trying to solve a rash of grisly murders threatening to mar the Queens jubilee. His respite is the anonymity he finds in the decadence of a private gentleman’s club, until a determined American journalist goes undercover in search of her stalker, and he finds the lines between protection and passion blurred. But as tensions heat and her life is threatened, he must choose whether to reveal his true identity at the risk of losing her trust and his career.
Here is an excerpt–
Cold reality assuaged her as she realized that stepping over the threshold would irrevocably change her life. With her choice came the possibility that no respectable man would accept her after tonight. Then again, perhaps he was an older gent who only wished to have her read to him. She took a deep breath as the champagne she’d consumed slid luxuriously through her body, alleviating her concerns. Jane raised her fist and tapped lightly, sending the door to squeak open on its hinges.
“Close the door behind you,” a disembodied voice stated.
Inside, she let her eyes adjust to the flickering candlelight. She stood just inside the doorway, surveying the elegant splendor. The room, clearly designed for a man, featured exquisite taste. Dark velvet drapes covered the windows, blocking out both sound and light. Crimson flocked wallpaper covered the walls. Jane’s pulse throbbed against her throat as she eased the door shut, sealing her fate.
Cautiously, she stepped farther into the room, scanning the furnishings. The focal point of the space was a massive four-poster bed. Its plush covering was a rich, blood red. Its headboard and thick posts, rising high above the mattress, were made of a polished dark wood that gleamed in the glow of the candles placed around the room. Her gaze drifted to the top of the bed’s corner posts, noting the brass rings and knotted ropes dangling from each one. Aware of the sound of her erratic breathing, she was quickly reminded what might be expected of her.
“I see you’ve worn my favorite color.”
Jane’s heart stilled. She’d nearly forgotten that someone else was in the room. His voice slid over her. A shiver of anticipation brushed over her shoulders. She knew that voice, but that was impossible, wasn’t it? “Yes,” she pushed out in a strangled whisper. “I can see you like crimson.” There was an alcove to one side, shrouded in darkness. The voice spoke from the shadows. She narrowed her gaze, seeking a face to place with the voice.
“You are quite lovely, my dear. What shall I call you?”
“Didn’t Madam McFarland tell you my name?”
“At times the mask brings with it a special name. It makes things…easier,” he explained with a low chuckle.
Jane licked her lips. She had no special name. “If you prefer to give me a name, then that is who I will be.” A brief silence stretched between them.
“What does madam call you?”
“Lizzy,” he repeated, letting the name roll lazily off his tongue. “Lizzy. That will do. Did you get the champagne I sent?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“I thought you might need it to…settle your nerves. This is your first time, isn’t it?”
Startled by the creak of leather giving way, her eyes followed the sound. From the shadows emerged the man belonging to the voice that caused the gooseflesh to rise on her skin. Her breath caught at the sight of him in the flickering candlelight. Now without a coat, his well-honed body filled out his form-fitting tan trousers and dark vest. His cravat hung loose and the shirt he wore lay open, revealing a glimpse of his broad chest. He held a drink in one hand and with his other gently tapped a riding whip against his thigh. A gold mask with stark, molded features concealed his face.
Jane held his gaze, mesmerized by his dark, glittering eyes. A wicked smile parted his lips, causing her knees to weaken. That smile confirmed her suspicions. This was no old man, this, was Inspector Mansfield. But did he recognize her?
He walked toward her, taking his time as he assessed her with a predatory gaze. He raised his drink to his lips and his eyes, unashamed, lingered on her breasts. Her heart, already at a steady trot, leapt to a full gallop. Averting her eyes from his, she fought to organize her thoughts, remembering his earlier question. “I can assure you I know how to please a man.”
“Oh, indeed, I’ve no doubt in my mind. What I meant to say is that you are new here at the manor, are you not?”
He circled around behind her. The heat of his body enveloped her as he placed his hand around her waist. Jane’s heart all but stopped. How much longer could she keep up this façade?
“Hold my glass, sweetheart,” he whispered against her cheek.
She took the glass, feeling his warmth against her palm. Fear and need warred inside her.
“Tell me, do you like games, Lizzy?” His mouth touched her bare shoulder, the heat of his breath going straight to her core. She swallowed. Every sense came fully alive. His soap and leather scent wafted around her, mixing with the brandy on his breath. Through hooded lids, she gazed at the flickering candles. A heady redolence enveloped her—exotic, worldly. It evoked the image of a man with enough money to buy whatever he desired—and right now, he desired her.
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