They did what?

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I’ve come across some interesting information whilst researching for my WIP A Rancher for Rosie – the second book in The Duggans of Montana series. I won’t give too much away, but I wanted to find out more about contraceptive methods in the old Wild West. I really enjoy the research stage of writing, even when it pulls me out of the story because I need to check a fact or confirm something I think I know.

Today, we have access to a range of ways to avoid getting pregnant or picking up some nasty sexually transmitted infection, even if no method (other than complete abstinence) is 100% effective. Back in the 1800s, the need for contraception was no different, but I’ll be honest…some of their methods weren’t pretty!

Here are a few examples of things women, especially prostitutes, did to avoid getting pregnant:

Relying on the rhythm method.
Using a womb veil, or cervical cap, which could be made out of the scraped out rind of half a lemon or treated sheep intestines.
Using early forms of condoms which were – ew – made out of sheep intestines or rubber. The latter could be washed out and reused.
Inserting vinegar soaked sponges into the woman to create a hostile environment for ‘swimmers’.
Douching with a variety of substances such as pearlash, carbolic acid, quinine or lemon juice. Sometimes they created douches out of arsenic or mercury, combined with herbs like juniper, asafoetida and pennyroyal.
Having intercrural sex, which was simulating intercourse by holding the man’s erection between your thighs.
Indulging in anal sex.
The last resort – abortion – either by ingesting something with abortifacient properties, such as Queen Anne’s Lace seeds, or visiting an abortionist.

This list isn’t comprehensive, so let me know if you’re aware of any others.

Molly xxx

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Loving My Cowboys…

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Having two historical westerns published with Totally Bound is a wonderful feeling. Desire in Deadwood was my debut release and I’m very fond of it. Foolish? Maybe, but I put a lot into the creation of the characters, plot and setting and when an author does that, it’s easy to get attached. My second release with TB was Harlot at the Homestead and I found myself caring about the main characters again.
But this got me thinking. Do I prefer Nate Hamilton or Kenan Duggan?
They’re both tall, dark and handsome. They’re both cowboys. They both work hard. They love their women fiercely and suffer as a result of their love and passion.
Nate Hamilton doesn’t come across as a very nice character at the start. He’s dark and dominant and wants to punish Evelyn Campbell for hurting him. How does he do this? By offering the destitute widow money to be his own private whore. Reader responses interested me when they said that they really didn’t like him…at first.
Then there’s Kenan Duggan. He was madly in love with Catherine Montgomery, his fiancée, when she disappeared. He believed she was dead and it took him a long time to come to terms with his grief. She has been gone two years when she suddenly turns up at his homestead. To say he’s surprised is an understatement, and he’s pretty annoyed too.
These turbulent beginnings make for exciting conflict and passionate reunions and the chemistry between the characters has the opportunity to sizzle. Of Harlot at the Homestead, one reader said: Both Kenan and Catherine have amazing chemistry. It practically comes up off the pages for the reader to see and feel. And despite the secrets and issues the couple faces in this short tale, you find yourself rooting for them to get through it no matter what.
And about Desire in Deadwood another reader said: The chemistry between Nate and Evelyn sizzles from the very first page and I loved how the story opens with heat and steam and passion from the first line. A hot, fun read.
I wanted to create strong, powerful and intense male characters. But I also wanted them to have a vulnerable side so that they appeal on all levels. We human beings are complex creatures and I wanted that to come across to the reader. Have I succeeded? Well, if you’ve read the books, let me know. If not, they’re available now.
I would love to hear what you think and to find out whether you prefer Nate or Kenan.

Hugs,
Molly xxx

Happy New Year Erotic Excerpt – Desire in Deadwood

Happy New Year everyone!!!
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To celebrate the start of 2014, I thought I’d post a sexy little excerpt from my release Desire in Deadwood. It was published in 2013 with Totally-Bound.

In the excerpt below, Nate Hamilton has been reunited with his former lover Evelyn Campbell after a decade. She is a destitute widow and Nate has offered her a way to make some money – as his own private whore. At this point in the story he has demanded that she strip!

Hope you enjoy and if you’d like to read more, here are some buy links:
Amazon.com
Amazon UK

Also if you have any questions or comments I’d LOVE to hear from you! Hugs! Molly xxx

Evelyn’s knees knocked together as she tried to decide what to remove first. She fingered the buttons at the neck of her blouse and she fumbled with the top one.
“Leave it!” Nate’s growl startled her.
“But you…”
“Let your hair down first.” She pulled at the pins that held her heavy locks in place then let them drop to the floor, one by one. When she had finished, she shook her head and ran her fingers through the honey waves, reminded as she did so of how Nate had loved her hair, loved seeing it down and pressing his face into it.
“It’s still so long.” His voice was husky. She nodded.
“You used to love it.”
He frowned, his eyes hardening, and she took a step backwards. “There were a lot of things I used to love about you, Evelyn.”
“Oh, Nate.” She covered her mouth to damn the torrent of words. A noise from the hallway made them both turn.
“Is everything alright in there, Mr Hamilton?”
“Fine,” he snarled.
“Can I get you anything to drink?”
“Who is that?” Nate demanded.
“Why it’s Dan Doherty, Mr Hamilton!”
“I’m fine, Doherty. Now clear off!”
“As you wish, sir.” The man’s muffled laughter grew fainter as he walked away.
Looking back at Nate again, Evelyn realised that the small room was darker than when she’d arrived. It was past four o’clock and the shadows were deepening, filling the corners of the room and spreading across the floor. It gave her some comfort, at least she didn’t have to strip in the harsh light of midday. She looked around for somewhere to sit. The room’s only furniture included the chaise longue, a footstool, a smudged looking glass, a mahogany changing screen and a bed with a soiled mattress.
She moved the short distance to the bed where she perched upon the edge and began to untie her boot laces then she tugged them off and stood them together on the floor. When she lifted her skirt a little to get to her stockings, she heard Nate’s sharp intake of breath and looked up to see him staring at her, his eyes dark with desire.
“Nate?”
“I think that we should remain formal, Mrs Campbell.” He pushed himself upright and licked his lips. “This is, after all, a business transaction.”
“Yes, of course.” Her heart plummeted to familiar depths. She rose and went to stand in front of him again. She reached up to her collar and began unfastening her blouse. As each button was released from its hole she paused, hoping that he would stop this degradation but he made no sound, no movement. He just sat and watched her hungrily.
Once her blouse hung open, she looked him in the eye. At a slight nod of his head she shook the blouse from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
“What now?”
He was in control here, he had bought her and she would earn her money. She had to because she needed it so desperately. As he stared at her she felt that he would burn through her skin and into her very soul. His gaze was unflinching. She looked away into the corner of the room to avoid eye contact. Her hair fell down over her chest and the plump mounds of her breasts protruded, covered only by her thin chemise. When she took a shaky breath, she felt the stays of her corset against her ribs whilst the lace edging around its top rubbed against the underside of her bosom. Her nipples strained against their covering, so tight that they ached. She wanted to be touched. She knew that Nate saw all of this and she surrendered to the urge to look at him. She scanned his form, from his dusty black boots, up his long legs in their pinstripe pants and arrived at his groin. She whipped a protective hand across her chest.

What did she see? Why not pick up a copy to find out? 😉 xxx

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Gift a Book for Christmas :)

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Well it’s the 2nd of December already! If, like me, you’re wondering what to buy for family and friends, then you can’t go far wrong with a good book. Obviously, you need to purchase one that’s appropriate for their age range and interests. If they like erotic romance, then there are many great reads available.

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My two historical western novellas are available at a variety of good websites. They’re erotic short reads and you can gift them from sites such as Amazon or All Romance Ebooks. You might even want to pick one up for yourself to enjoy in between all that Christmas shopping and cooking!

Links:

Wanton in the Wild West

Desire in Deadwood

What will you be buying for your family and friends? Have you got any great ideas for unusual presents? Let me know and you could win a copy of one of my books.

Hugs!
Molly,
xxx

So What Happens Next? Post-release angst! :-0

So Desire in Deadwood is out there and…what happens next?

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Well, I’ve a WIP which I’m currently polishing (Harlot at the Homestead – another historical western) in the hope that it will find a contract and I’ve another WIP on the backburner ready to be completed.

But I’m unsettled!

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I’m watching the WWW constantly to track the progress of my debut novella. It’s a strange feeling and a strange place to be. First, came submission. Nail biting. Stomach churning. Then came contract. Yippee! At last! Followed by edits, which were enjoyable because I found a fab editor who guided me along an unfamiliar path. Then came pre-release followed by general release.

I didn’t expect a fanfare…I’ve had some great reviews…but is it selling? Oh the angst!

I’d read about this phase before I even received a contract but I didn’t really think about how it would feel. But here I am…living the reality. Living the dddrrreeeaaammm….

I’ve enjoyed being on some fabulous blogs thanks to some lovely authors and reviewers and it’s truly wonderful, fabulous, AMAZING seeing my novella for sale on lots of websites.

BUT…I’ve found the Amazon Sales Rank checker!!! (UH OH!)

I’m surprised it hasn’t already blocked me for persistence! Have you ever been on this site? It tells you where your book is compared to other books and how many copies you’ve sold via Amazon.com.

I can’t look! But I did! Oh…dear…

So what happens next?

I’m going to keep writing and keep dreaming. I’m going to persevere. It’s one thing I’m really good at.
I certainly don’t feel like giving up! Oh no! Not my style!

Puffy eyed and confidence a little dented, I’ll flutter my author wings and skip on my rather tiny author feet and carry on.

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©Depositphotos/ majorgaine

That’s what happens next!

Molly xxx

September Celebrations!!!

I’m celebrating this September as Desire in Deadwood is now on general release! I’m extremely excited but also a bit apprehensive. I mean, I have a novella out there on sale…WOO HOO!!!…but what if it doesn’t sell…or…No! I won’t dwell on the negative ‘what ifs’ because even if it only sells one copy and has one good review (it has had a few good ones already – hee hee!) then that is one more than I had this time last year. I’m trying out this attitude of gratitude and it’s feeling pretty good…in fact, as Larry David would say…prett-ay, prett-ay, prett-ay, pretty good!!!

As part of the promo for DID, I did a guest blog post at Butterfly Corsets about Why We Love the Corset. Why not head on over and comment and whilst you’re there, check out the lingerie because it is gorgeous!!!

So, what exactly is Desire in Deadwood about and where did it come from? Well, my lowest point as an aspiring author came just before Christmas last year when a Regency I’d submitted as an R&R was rejected and I felt like throwing in the towel once again. (How many authors have had that feeling? The vast majority I’m guessing!)

But guess what? I didn’t.

A dear friend of mine Carole Remy did a thorough critique of it and told me what the issues were but also what she loved about it. It was a steep but invaluable learning curve and it increased my determination.

Then, for Christmas last year my gorgeous husband bought me a cover for my Kindle. It’s designed to look like a Victorian book cover and it has my name inscribed on the spine. On the inside front cover is a message which reads: This is your first book cover of many. You will be published!

With support and encouragement like that, how could I fail to keep going?

Post-Christmas, a few lines just popped into my head and kept playing over and over:
“Take your clothes off.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Evelyn forced her mouth shut.
“So? What are you waiting for?”
Her eyes met those of the man on the moth eaten chaise longue in front of her. He was serious.

Within days, these evolved into a full plot and Desire in Deadwood was born!

I wrote it in a week and submitted it to Total-E-Bound. A lovely editor came back to me with an offer to contract and that, as they say, was that!

Here’s the postcard for the novel designed by the amazing cover art team at Total-E-Bound.

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So, as part of my celebrations, I’m giving away a free ebook copy of Desire in Deadwood to the first person to comment here! Come on, tell me what you think!

Molly xxx

LOVE

What is love? Why does it make us do things we wouldn’t normally do? Why does it feel so good at times yet sometimes feel so bad? Why do we like to read about it, hear about it and discuss it? Why is it the topic of so many novels, magazines, movies and chat shows?

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©Depositphotos.com/Julos

Love comes in many forms but my focus in this post is romantic love: the love between a man and a woman; a man and a man or a woman and a woman. It can occur at any age and at any stage of your life but when it does, boy does it have an overwhelming effect!

I wanted to write about romantic love today because as a romance writer, it’s such an important topic. My debut novella Desire in Deadwood will be released on 30th August with Total-E-Bound Erotic Romance EBooks and as it’s an erotic romance, its central theme is, of course, love. The sensuality of the novel is highly important but it is wound around the relationship and the passionate love that exists between my main characters: Evelyn and Nate.

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Now, the practical voices out there will no doubt state that love is often confused with lust and yes, I agree that this is true. However, what intrigues me is where the line between the two is drawn and how exactly do you know the difference? Obviously, when you’re immersed in the euphoria of love or lust yourself, it’s very difficult to be objective. Others around you may shake their heads and try to tell you that it’s hormones and desire, all down to physical attraction, but how do they know? Who really knows? And if that’s the case, then how come lots of people are still madly attracted to the partners they love deeply and who they’ve been with for years? Also, how do you quantify love? I don’t think that you can.

When you fall in love it mystifies, overpowers and consumes and this is what authors want to convey to readers of romance novels. Without love, as a concept and as an emotion, there would be no romance novels. Love is integral to any romance plot and each romance author wants to take the reader on a journey with the main characters so that they can see this love emerge, develop and end happily ever after. It is not to be easily won, though! There must be conflict before the HEA but this makes it all the sweeter. The journey is just as important as the destination.

Important to remember, however, is that love is not just the remit of the young and that love and passion do not necessarily fade. I remember my own Granny and Grandpa being madly in love in their seventies and I know other couples of a similar age who really couldn’t exist without each other. Love can grow and change and it must, for if it remained the same as in those very early days, then we’d all burn out within months, even weeks. Yet it can still exist as an incredibly powerful emotion.

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In Desire in Deadwood, I’ve weaved the story of Nate and Evelyn. They were deeply in love but separated by circumstances which meant that they didn’t see each other for a decade. However, after all that time, when they meet up in Deadwood, their love and desire for each other resurface as if they haven’t spent a day apart. I tried to portray the passionate intensity of their feelings and their struggle to overcome their conflicts so that they can be together. Do they have a HEA? It’s a rhetorical question really but go on, read it to find out!

Whatever romantic love is, whether a chemical reaction designed to encourage us to procreate or a spiritual and emotional connection that defies all sense and reason, I, for one, am really appreciative of its existence. It may cause happiness, it may cause pain, it may bind you to someone for life or just for a short time, but it makes life interesting and it gives all the writers, poets, movie makers and singers inspiration.

Here’s an extract from Desire in Deadwood where Nate and Evelyn are deeply involved in their own conflict:

Her eyes filled with tears.
“I know that I can never make it up to you and I wish so desperately that I could,” her voice cracked.
“Hush now,” he ran a hand up and down her bare arm, his fingers tingling as he caressed her warm skin from the wrist to the shoulder. She was so beautiful. “You need to rest.”
“But I don’t want to rest, Nate. I waited for so long hoping to see you. I don’t want to waste a single minute of our time together.”
“Neither do I,” he submitted to his love for her, the desire that was battling his festering anger towards her. “But I just don’t know if we can make this right.”
“Look at me, Nate.”
He stared deep into her eyes and saw the twenty-one year old Evelyn; the girl she’d been before he’d left. She’d been so innocent, yet so passionate; so sweet, yet so strong. He had loved her with everything he had to give but when she’d betrayed him he’d been broken.
“Underneath it all, I’m still the same woman you loved then. Other things have changed but I’m still the same person in here.” She pounded her fist upon her chest. “I still love you, Nate. I never stopped loving you.”
He cupped her chin and caressed it with his calloused thumb.
“I never stopped loving you either but I’ve been so angry with you, Evelyn. Those first few months away from you, I worked so hard to find gold and then when I struck lucky I couldn’t wait to get back to tell you. I was proud as a cockerel, strutting around telling all the other fellers I’d make my fortune and offer my woman everything she could possible desire.”
“If only I’d known…”
“I staked my claim then wrote to you. I was afraid to leave in case someone else tried to steal it. I knew I’d get a buyer and as soon as I did and it was all done and dusted, I hurried back to you. I had a nugget of gold safe in my pocket ready to give you so as we could make it into a ring and we’d be able to tell our grandchildren that your wedding band was carved from the gold I’d claimed especially for you. What a story that would’ve been.” His eyes misted over as he remembered the dream he’d once had.
“That was a beautiful idea,” she whispered, squeezing his arm.
“But when I got to your Daddy’s ranch…” He hung his head.
“I was gone.”
“It broke my heart in two, Evelyn. I’d been so sure of us and so sure of you. I never suspected for a moment that you’d even consider marrying someone else.”
“Neither did I. It wasn’t what I really wanted, Nate.”
“Then why’d you do it?” he asked, still holding her chin. He watched as her lower lip trembled and she tried to form the words of an explanation but before she could, he covered her mouth with his own and surrendered to the ache in his heart that begged him to hold her, to taste her and to indulge in the joy of loving her once more.
When he stopped for a moment and pulled back to look at her, a tiny sigh escaped her and she leaned towards him, her arm curling around his neck.
“Do you really love me, Evelyn?”
She nodded, her eyes heavy with desire, her lips red and open, ready for his kiss.
“Do you want to be with me again, like before?” His cheeks flushed as he asked the question and he mused for a moment at his own bashfulness. He realised at that moment that he wanted her to want him too; he wanted her to long for him as he had longed for her and he needed her to love him.
“More than anything, Nate,” she placed a hand over heart in a gesture of sincerity.
Nate stood, leaned over and scooped the woman he loved into his arms then carried her upstairs to the bedroom he’d designed with her in mind and lay her down on the bed he’d carved with her image held deep in his heart.

RELEASED AUGUST 30th  AT TOTAL-E-BOUND

RELEASED AUGUST 30th AT TOTAL-E-BOUND