Why is forbidden fruit always the sweetest? Whether it’s that piece of banana cream pie when you’re on a diet or a book that local censors deem “inappropriate”, for some reason we’re always tempted by what we’re not allowed to touch.
When we were kids, there may have been certain books or reading material in our homes for “adults only.” Perhaps they were kept out of reach on a high shelf or hidden away in a closet or under a bed. My parents didn’t have any adult magazines (that I know of), but when I was in third grade I did begin reading a copy of Edith Hamilton’s Mythology. Mom and Dad were proud I was reading such high-toned stuff, but they wouldn’t have been so thrilled if they’d been aware of the antics of some of those randy gods and goddesses! Zeus in particular was a real player, always chasing after some poor unsuspecting mortal. Things rarely ended well when Zeus’s jealous wife Hera found out what he was up to. The mortal woman would suffer while Zeus got off with no more than a scolding. But I guess that’s what happens when one’s a Greek god.
When I was twelve or thirteen, I purchased a paperback copy of a book purporting to answer all my questions about sex. Man, was I sweating bullets when I walked up the cash register. I was terrified the police would jump out and arrest me, or at the very least, that the salesperson would refuse to sell it to me. Thankfully, no alarms went off and I made it out of the store safely. I then sneaked the book in the house and read it in the bathroom—the only room in the house with a lock on the door. I did learn a lot that day—including answers to questions I hadn’t even thought of asking!
Even today, many of us are a bit embarrassed to admit we read “naughty” stories. I’ve heard that’s one of the reasons e-readers are so popular—everyone can read whatever she wants in complete privacy. No racy covers to give you away!
I also understand that couples sometimes read sexy stories together as way to spice things up in the bedroom. Never had a chance to do that myself, darn it. But Blaise, the heroine of my new release Read to Me, has an opportunity to do just that when she encounters a sexy stranger on the bus, and again in a used book store.
At the age of forty-four, Blaise Blankenship believes her own opportunity for romance has long since passed until she accidentally lands in the lap of a sexy stranger. She and the handsome Latino connect over an afternoon at a local bookstore, sharing their love of erotica. Blaise is swept away by an impetuous, hot, “no last names” night together. But the morning after reveals a truth she can’t ignore—or avoid.
An excerpt from Read to Me:
His gaze roamed the stacks. “Interesting place. I enjoy book shops, but I’ve never been here before.”
“It’s one of my favorite spots. I love to come and browse, just sit and read.”
“I read so much for my job, I’ve gotten out of the habit of reading for enjoyment. I miss it.” He pulled a book from the shelf and showed her the spine. Lady Chatterley’s Lover. “This is one of my favorites.”
Suddenly, it became difficult to breathe. “Yes.” She forced the word through her constricted throat. “That’s an amazing novel.”
Constance Chatterley could only find sexual fulfillment with gamekeeper Oliver Mellors. This man, whoever he was, would make a perfect Mellors.
And she would be Lady Chatterley?
As he stood holding the D.H. Lawrence volume, Blaise imagined his large hands stroking her, caressing her body.
Look away, look away!
Quickly, she redirected her gaze to his face. His lips quirked in a little smile. Oh, God, had he guessed where her thoughts had wandered? “Umm, I take the bus all the time, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”
He nodded. “I usually drive to work and back, but my car’s in the shop and I couldn’t catch a ride with anyone, so…” He extended his hand. “I’m Guy, by the way.”
“Hi, I’m Blaise.” When they shook hands, she again flashed to the image of him touching her in more intimate ways.
He replaced Lady Chatterley on the shelf. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your reading.” He nodded at her book. “Cupid’s Delight. I’m not familiar with that one. Any good?”
Blood rushed to her cheeks. Oh Blaise, don’t be a baby. She cleared her throat, flustered by the feelings this man brought out in her. “Too early to tell. I haven’t started it.”
“It sounds intriguing, doesn’t it?” His gaze held hers and excitement fizzed through her.
She swallowed hard and nodded. “I think so, too.”
With a tilt of his head, Guy indicated the red velvet loveseat wedged into the corner. “Maybe we could sit, read it together.”
Her breath hitched, and her heart thumped so hard she’d have been surprised if he couldn’t see her blouse flutter. Had this man actually asked to read erotica with her? Yes.
And was she going to agree? Yes!
In celebration of Read to Me’s release, I’m giving away a few of my earlier books. I have two prizes: one person will win a digital set of my erotic romance series (One Good Man, Take This Man, and Her Perfect Man) and another will receive a digital copy of my BDSM romance Uncollared and its companion piece His Kind of Woman. You must be eighteen or older to enter. For a chance to win, all you need to do is answer this question: what was the first “forbidden” book you ever read?
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Nona Raines lives in upstate New York with her many pets and is currently working on her next novel. A former librarian, she enjoys reading books of all genres and discussing them with others. Her books include The Man Series (One Good Man, Take This Man and Her Perfect Man) from The Wild Rose Press and Uncollared from Loose Id. Her transgender romance His Kind of Woman was a GLBT finalist in the 2014 DABWAHA competition sponsored by the Dear Author and Smart Bitches, Trashy Books review blogs.