Happy Mardi Gras!
“Where are we going?” I asked as Jan Baptise led me towards his family plot.
“We’re going to Storyville. That’s where I live.”
“Storyville? You mean the famous red-light district?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve read about it. Storyville doesn’t exist anymore. Are we going back in time?”
“Yes. Back to 1899.”
“Wow! This is weird, but exciting, too.” I couldn’t believe it. “Wow!” I said again.
“I hope you like it.”
“What do you do there in Storyville?”
“I play piano in some of the brothels.”
“Wow! That’s where Louis Armstrong and Jelly Roll Morton got their start!”
“You know about them?”
“Yeah. My grandfather likes jazz.”
“If you like jazz, you’ve come to the right place.”
I could hear music playing in the distance. Before he opened the door, he said, “Are you ready to go back to 1899 with me?”
“Sure. I’d follow you anywhere.”
He opened the door, and we went down some stairs. He opened another door and I saw a barely recognizable Basin Street. Back then, it had railroad tracks running down the middle of the street.
People were scurrying about wearing Victorian-era clothing. There were two-storied stately mansions, some adorned with turrets and cupolas, lining the street. Some of the houses had naked women hanging out of the upper floor windows trying to tempt the men on the street to come inside and join them. There were saloons and gambling parlors.
He said, “We’re going to the Mahogany House.”
“Okay,” I answered, ready for anything.
“Have you ever heard of Lulu White?”
“No. Who is she?”
“She runs this place,” he said as we walked up to the door of a large mansion. “It’s a lot nicer than some of the brothels down here. It even has a marble staircase and two parlors.”
He opened a door and I saw half-dressed women sitting in a parlor talking to men. A pianist in the corner was playing ragtime music.
Jan led me up the marble staircase and we came to a room. I didn’t know what surprises he had in store for me next. It was all so thrilling!
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Here's a sexy excerpt from my latest erotic romance, "Call Me: A Christmas Erotic Romance"
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"They came inside her bedroom, and she lit a candle and turned off the light.
He sat on her bed and leaned against the headboard while watching and waiting for her.
She struggled to take off her dress and asked, “Would you please unzip it for me?”
He stood and walked over to her. “I’d be happy to.”
Turning her back to him, she lifted her hair with both hands, baring her neck.
With hands trembling with desire, he fumbled with the zipper until he finally drew it all the way down.
She stepped out of her dress and was completely naked except for a long pearl necklace that dangled enticingly over her breasts. “Shall I leave these on?” she asked.
He gasped upon seeing her and told her, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Thank you. Do you want me to take off my necklace?"
“No. Keep it on. You look lovely and sexy wearing it.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“I really do.” He admired her rosy-colored nipples and the fullness of her breasts. Exhaling deeply, he then told her, “You look better than I even imagined. And that’s saying a lot.”
“Come to bed,” she told him and took his hand.
They sat against the headboard together and he admired her breasts and caressed them passionately.
She sat on top of him, leaned her hands against the headboard, and put both her breasts at his eye level. He rubbed his face between them and kissed and sucked on her nipples until she told him, “Why don’t you take off your pants?”
“Sure.”
She sat back against the headboard to watch and once he took off his pants, she admired the view of his erection tenting the fabric of his boxer shorts."
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The story that most represents my life and experience is High School Reunion. This romance is loosely based on my courtship with my husband. I knew him in high school, but I was too immature to pick up on the signals he was sending at the time when he gave me a romantic poem that he'd written about me on the last day of school. I was an idiot and put him off for a while but am so glad that he gave me a second chance later.
The male protagonist in my story High School Reunion is a musician and writer, like my husband. He's a Ginger with freckles and long legs that seem to go on forever. The mystery in my erotic romance is whether he will show up at their reunion ten years after they graduated. Is it too late for them? Or will they get a second chance at love?
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Here’s an excerpt:
“Where are we going?” I asked as Jan Baptise led me
towards his family plot.
“We’re going to Storyville. That’s where I live.”
“Storyville?
You mean the famous red-light district?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve read about it.
Storyville doesn’t exist anymore.
Are we going back in time?”
“Yes. Back to
1899.”
“Wow! This is
weird, but exciting, too.” I couldn’t
believe it. “Wow!” I said again.
“I hope you like it.”
“What do you do there in Storyville?”
“I play piano in some of the brothels.”
“Wow! That’s
where Louis Armstrong and Jelly Roll Morton got their start!”
“You know about them?”
“Yeah. My
grandfather likes jazz.”
“If you like jazz, you’ve come to the right place.”
I could hear music playing in the distance. Before he opened the door, he said, “Are you
ready to go back to 1899 with me?”
“Sure. I’d
follow you anywhere.”
He opened the door, and we went down some stairs. He
opened another door and I saw a barely recognizable Basin Street. Back then, it had railroad tracks running
down the middle of the street. People
were scurrying about wearing Victorian-era clothing. There were two-storied stately mansions, some
adorned with turrets and cupolas, lining the street. Some of the houses had naked women hanging
out of the upper floor windows trying to tempt the men on the street to come
inside and join them. There were saloons
and gambling parlors.
He said, “We’re going to the Mahogany House.”
“Okay,” I answered, ready for anything.
“Have you ever heard of Lulu White?”
“No. Who is
she?”
“She runs this place,” he said as we walked up to the
door of a large mansion. “It’s a lot
nicer than some of the brothels down here.
It even has a marble staircase and two parlors.”
He opened a door and I saw half-dressed women sitting
in a parlor talking to men. A pianist in
the corner was playing ragtime music.
Jan led me up the marble staircase and we came to a
room. I didn’t know what surprises he
had in store for me next. It was all so
thrilling!
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story. It’s only 99 cents and is available at the major online bookstores:
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It's Mardi Gras in New Orleans and unfortunately, the parades have been canceled this year due to COVID.
That doesn't mean that lovers of the city have to do without. Take a trip to the Big Easy and be an armchair traveler with my erotic time travel book, "Storyville: A Time Travel Erotic Romance."
Here's an excerpt. (Warning: Adult Content)
I looked over towards Jackson Square and saw some horse-drawn carriages. “Let’s take one of those when we’re done eating. I’ve always wanted to ride in one,” I told Jan Baptiste, a handsome Creole piano player whom I just met.
Ten minutes later, we walked across the street and hired one. The driver helped us into the carriage and told his pony to giddy-up. As he was pulling away, he asked, “Were y'all eating at the Cafe du Monde?”
“Yes,” I answered.
He said, “It’s the original coffee stand in the French Market. It was established in 1862. In English, its name means “Café of the People.”
The sound of a calliope blasted and began its cheerful tune. I started laughing. “This is just like Disneyland!” I gushed.
The driver pointed to a paddlewheel in the Mississippi that looked like it was right out of a Mark Twain story. He told us, “You can take the Steamboat Natchez and go on a Jazz Dinner. Lots of couples like that.”
We rode on and a lot of people stopped and pointed at us. I felt very special, like royalty almost. The driver took us over to The Cornstalk Hotel. He pointed out the wrought-iron fence that resembled cornstalks and told us that the original owner had it made for his new bride because she was homesick for her family’s farm in the Midwest.
Jan put his arm around me and held me close. The driver noticed that we weren’t paying any attention to his spiel anymore, so on the ride back to Café du Monde he drove on without speaking. Jan put his hand on my knee and I didn’t stop him. I was falling in love with him already, and I’d barely met him. I was so attracted to him! He seemed so foreign with his French name and Southern-Gentleman manners. I was feeling like Scarlett O’Hara who’d finally met the man of her dreams.
When we arrived back at the café, he said, “Let’s walk on the moonwalk.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s what we call the promenade along the river. We can sit and watch the boats go by.”
“Why’s it called the Moonwalk?”
“From what I’ve heard, it was named after a mayor, Maurice ‘Moon’ Landrieu.”
When we got to the banks of the Mississippi River, I saw a lit-up steamboat sailing on the water with people dancing inside and out on the deck.
“Let’s go do that sometime,” I told him boldly.
“Yes. I’ll make sure we do. I’d be honored to escort you.”
He held my hand and we walked along the riverbank. He showed me more of the French Market and as we were walking, the crowds got thinner.
We were in the back of the Palm Court Jazz Café and felt safe and secure in our own bubble. I was startled when he pinned me against the wall and put my arms above my head. I was surprised by this gesture. No man had ever acted so dominant. I felt a bit like I was tied up. Like I was in his power. But—I liked the feeling. It was so exciting and new. In contrast, when he kissed my lips, it was with a very soft touch. I could have kissed him like that all night long. He put his hand up my dress and felt my wet pussy soaking my undies. He ripped off my thong and fingered my slit. It felt so good! He could feel the excitement in me building as I was on the cusp of an orgasm. Right when I was ready to blow, he stopped.
“Please,” I begged him. “Don’t stop!”
“I don’t want our first time to be like this.”
“I’m liking it just fine. Let’s keep going,” I vainly tried to convince him.
“No, my dear. I think I’d better walk you to your house. Besides, I have a prior engagement tonight.”
“Okay,” I said with disappointment and jealousy. Who was he seeing after me tonight? I wondered.
“May I call on you again?” he politely asked as he left me on my doorstep.
“Of course,” I said. “I’m looking forward to spending more time with you. We have some unfinished business.”
He kissed my hand and said, “Au Revoir. Until we meet again,” then vanished, it seemed, into thin air.
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