Historical Erotica

Hell on Wheels: A Sexy Western 

by

Maggie May 

 

This erotic western

is half-off this week

(March 1-7, 2026)

at Smashwords

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Mardi Gras: Celebrate All Things New Orleans Today

Happy Mardi Gras. I love visiting New Orleans.  I’ve been to the city many times over the years and was inspired to write this time travel erotic romance that takes place in current times and in the 19th-century brothels there. 

Storyville: A Time Travel Erotic Romance 

This time-travel erotic romance stars nineteen-year-old Roxie, a California girl who moves to New Orleans to start her life anew. Her apartment is on Basin Street, across from the famed St. Louis Cemetery, where one night she hears ragtime music emanating from inside. When she follows the music, she meets and falls madly in love with a sexy Creole man who transports her back to 1899 and the days of Storyville, a red-light district where he plays piano in brothels. He takes her to erotic worlds she never imagined and suggests sexual experiences that test her. Will she go along with what he has to teach her? Will she overcome her jealousy and accept whatever he proposes? Because of its sexually explicit language, this book is for those 18 and older.

Here's what reviewers are saying about this 5-Star erotic romance:

"A well-written and heartwarming ghost story, truly romantic and also quite erotic.”

"It's the sort of story I can see coming back to time and again and enjoying it each time.”

"I must be Maggie May's biggest fan. Her stories are so well-written it feels like you are in the scene with the characters! Storyville is a ghostly tale which explores many aspects of supernatural sexuality and is fast-paced and fun to read."

"A wonderfully atmospheric erotic romance. As a lover of all things New Orleans, it was hard to ignore this one. It’s the story of a young woman's introduction to the heady times of Storyville with help from a unique guide (no spoiler here!) who lovingly shows her the magic of years gone by."

“Their love for each other is felt immediately. He helps Roxy adjust to life in the Quarter as well as in his life. He teaches her things about herself and shows her how by letting go the impossible can happen. I really liked how the author describes their time together, the love scenes are explicit and very well-written.”

“A brief view into historical New Orleans.”

“An interesting trip into historic New Orleans and some of the "happenings" reported there. A ghostly tale of a young woman and a chance encounter that led to a fleeting romance.”

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Intriguing Erotic Murder Mystery

 A Dark Alpha Male Detective from Charleston, South Carolina, Falls for His Sexy Prime Suspect in This Gripping Erotic Mystery --------

Taken In by Maggie May 

50 Shades of Grey meets Film Noir in this erotic mystery about a handsome homicide detective who is at the top of his game until he investigates the murder of a man found tied to a chair and shot in an upscale neighborhood in Charleston. The prime suspect is the man's wife. The problem is--the detective ends up falling under her spell. Will she take him down with her? Adults Only.

Only 99 cents. 

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A Spicy Cozy Mystery Set in Las Vegas

 

Viva Las Vegas

I wrote a spicy cozy mystery entitled “The Salacious Scribes Mystery” that takes place in Las Vegas and is about a group of erotic romance writers who go to the Adult Entertainment Expo and while there, their promoter is murdered.

For research purposes while writing this book, I decided to go to Las Vegas and play tourist in the city in order to get some inspiration for some of the scenes of my story. I planned to stay with my husband at the Bellagio and hoped we would get of view of the famous water show for which that the hotel is known. We were very lucky to score a 14^th floor view of the fountains with Las Vegas’s version of the Eiffel Tower in the background.

While there, I played the slot machines for the first time. It was fun; I lost; will never do it again; but it was a once in a life time experience.

From there, I was seriously inspired to get to know the history of Las Vegas so my husband and I booked a night-time tour of the Neon Museum where we could see the old neon signs of the retro Las Vegas hotels that existed before they were blown up in order to make way for newer and snazzier hotels. There is such a beauty in well crafted neon and this museum lived up to its reputation.

After that, we visited the Mob Museum. I wrote an entire chapter in my book that described this very interesting museum. Here’s an excerpt:

“My husband and I both enjoyed the HBO series, The Sopranos, and the organized-crime movies by Martin Scorsese and Francis Ford Coppola.  So, we headed out in the blazing Vegas sun to go see the museum. After a short drive, we found it and parked.  The museum was a three-storied brick building.

Once inside, we traveled back to the infamous days of crime in Las Vegas and throughout the United States, starting from the 20s when prohibition had allowed opportunists, such as Al Capone, to make their fortunes satisfying the thirst of Americans who craved alcohol.

The first room we visited showed a simulated police lineup where visitors could pose, holding up signs that looked like license plates with unique numbers.  Some teenagers posed in front of a back wall that showed a height chart. They had their picture taken by a professional cameraman supplied by the museum and had a hard time keeping a straight face because they kept giggling.

Next, we saw the blood-stained wall where the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre occurred in Chicago. Circles surrounded the bloody holes where Al Capone and his gang had mown down their rivals. My husband sat in a real electric chair and I took a picture, capturing the moment.

The teenagers caught up with us and one of them sat in the electric chair.  His friend pulled down a nearby lever and, as he did so, his buddy on the electric chair twitched as if he were being electrocuted. It was cute to watch them having such a good time, especially at a museum.

Next, my husband and I walked into a room wallpapered with dollars.  We read a sign that told us about the “skim” at the Stardust. It explained how profits were under-counted and under-reported to the IRS by the crime bosses. The owner at the Stardust, Frank "Lefty" Rosenthal, arranged for a bit of those profits to be skimmed off periodically and sent back to the mob bosses on the east coast. It was the basis for the movie Casino.  I remembered watching how great Robert di Nero and Sharon Stone were in the movie and it got me thinking about the naked lady that Bluebeard was with on the night he was killed.  What if she, like the Sharon Stone character, was in-deep with organized crime?  Maybe she helped Bluebeard make his drug deals? Maybe they did even worse crimes together? Child porno, perhaps? Human trafficking? What if they were stealing authors’ stories and publishing them under another name?  It certainly was a lot to consider.

My husband interrupted my revelry by saying, “Come on, honey.  Let’s see the rest of the museum.  You seem glued to this exhibit.”

“Sorry, hon.  I was just thinking about Bluebeard.”

“Forget about him.  You’re with me now.  We don’t have much time left before you have to drive me to the airport.”

I put his hand in mine and said, “I’m sorry, honey. You’re right. Let’s go see the next one.”

He smiled and we went together to see the next room.  Right next to the skim room was an exhibit my husband really enjoyed.  There were two long and narrow halls that were fashioned to look like firing ranges and at the far end of each hall were life-sized paper targets shaped like men. My husband got a chance to touch, hold, and “fire" an actual Tommy Gun at one of the “men”.

The next room was the centerpiece of the Mob Museum. It was the real-life second-floor courtroom where hearings had been held to expose organized crime in 1950 and 1951.

We left that room and saw a film that showed the bloody remains of dead gangsters.  Real members of The Mob had been interviewed. We went downstairs and watched clips from Goodfellas and The Godfather.”

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So, that’s a brief excerpt of my spicy PG-rated cozy mystery that takes place in Las Vegas. Why not give it a read and decide whether or not you’d like to spend a few days there where you can do some historical research along with seeing shows, eating good food, playing the slots, and drinking more than you should. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?

This cozy mystery costs only 99 cents and is available at most eBook stores including Amazon.

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Happy Mardi Gras

 

Today is Mardi Gras y'all. Celebrate all things New Orleans and take a look at my erotic and atmospheric romance that takes place there in current times and also in the heyday of Storyville, a New Orleans' 19th century brothel district where our heroine falls in love with an alluring piano player who bears a striking resemblance to Jelly Roll Morton.

Here’s an excerpt:

I asked the sexy Creole young man, “Where are you taking me?"

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.

He 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!

We entered a very plush bedroom filled with antiques.  It had a large crystal chandelier in the middle of the ceiling.  At first, I didn’t notice her: I was too busy looking at him and the dazzling interior. Then, I saw her—a red-headed young woman sitting up in a four-poster bed.  She was wearing a dressing gown that barely covered her large breasts.  I looked at him with fire in my eyes and said, “What’s this all about?!  Why are we here?”

He told me, “I wanted you to meet Lily, my wife.”

“Your wife!” I shouted.  “You never told me you were married!”  I was about ready to murder him.

Defensively, he answered, “I do have a past, you know.  I don’t exist in a vacuum.   I’ve known Lily since I was a child.  We grew up together.”

“Is she a prostitute?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re never jealous about her having sex with other men?”

“It’s all we’ve ever known.  We have an understanding.”

With building anger, I shoved his chest and yelled, “I want to go home.  I don’t like you anymore.”

He gripped my hands, trying to get me to stay.  I was surprised when he said, “Don’t be jealous.  I’m not going to be having sex with her. You are.”

He winked at me. I told myself, now I get it. He wants to watch. Well, I’ll put on quite a show, if that’s what he desires.  

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Do you want to read more? This erotic story is available at Amazon, Apple, Barnes and Noble, Google Play, Kobo and Smashwords.

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Sexy Vampire Erotica

 

Here's a sexy excerpt from my book "The Killing Moon: An Erotic Vampire Romance" meant for those who wonder what sex with a vampire may be like--

"It has been two weeks and I still haven’t seen my vampire.  Since I’d already broken into his house, I didn’t think it was right to do it again.  He has a right to his privacy, after all.  He hasn’t come to the library and I haven’t seen him near my house.  Where can he be?  I wonder if he’s in New Orleans with his maker.  Is he having sex with her right now?  Or maybe he is having a three-way somewhere with my hooker friend, Candy.  Finally, I get tired of waiting and call Candy to see if she’s heard from him.  I fish her business card out of my wallet and give her a ring.

I’m surprised when she picks up and I hear her familiar hello.  “Hi, Candy.  I thought you might let it go to voicemail.”

“Who’s this?” she asks suspiciously.

“Don’t you remember me?  It’s Renee.  We’ve had sex twice?  Have you forgotten me already?”

She laughs and says, “Hi, Renee.  Of course, I remember you.  Would you like to come over to my house and play with me?”

“I’m afraid I can’t afford you, honey.”

“Too bad.  I really wish you could.”

I clear my throat and try to dismiss thoughts of the fun and sexy times we’ve had together.  I tell her, “Actually, Candy, I’m calling to ask if you’ve seen vampire Beauregard.”

“No. Have you two gone all the way yet?”

“I’m still a virgin, if you can believe it.”

“Honey, that cherry needs poppin’ someday.”

“I know.  I wanted to, but I got scared when his fangs came out.”

“I know.  It freaked me out the first time too.  But he was paying, so I had to get used to it.”

“Did he ever take too much of your blood?  Were you ever afraid he might accidentally kill you?”

“No.  I just felt sluggish afterward.  He told me to take some iron supplements.  I did and then I regained my strength.  Back to normal.”

“That’s good to know.  So…how many times have you two had sex together?”

“Only twice.”

“Is he a good lover?”

“Yes!  Very intense.  He loves oral.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

She says, “Hang on while I light a cigarette.”

After I hear her exhale, I ask, “Did it hurt your pussy when he was licking and sucking?  Did you feel like he was gobbling you up; like he was literally eating you out?”

Candy laughs at my question and says, “Honey, he licked and sucked just the way I like it.”

“Okay.  Good to know.”

Candy teases, “All this sex talk is making my kitty purr.  Anything else I can do for you, Renee?”

“What’s he look like without any clothes on?”

“Can’t we talk about us?” Candy drawls in her best southern accent.

Feeling awkward, I say, “I’m just wondering, is all.”

She takes a drag off her cigarette and answers, “Well, if you insist.  He’s hot.”

“Yeah…Go on.”

“His chest and shoulders are really muscular, and his biceps are well-defined.  His pelvic muscles go down forming a perfect Vee, if you know what I mean.”

“No.  What do you mean?”

“Muscular guys like him have washboard abs and when their muscles veer down to their cocks, it forms a perfect Vee.”

“Hmmm.  Sounds sexy.  Does he have pubic hair?”

“Yeah.  Just like any other guy.  Oh, and he doesn’t have horns on his head or hoofs for feet, either.”

I laugh and say, “Good to know.  How do you usually get ahold of him?  Did he leave you his phone number?”

“He calls me.”

“So, you don’t know how to reach him?”

“Afraid not, hon.”

“Damn!  Well, okay.  Thanks for the info.”

“Hope to see you soon!”

“You, too.  Bye now.”

All that talk about how hot his body looks and what a great lover he is has my pussy moist and needing attention.  I go to my dresser drawer and pull my vibrator out, ready to do some flying solo and wishing it would be his cock inside of me instead of my silver bullet."

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The Killing Moon: An Erotic Vampire Romance is available for 99 cents at most online bookstores including Amazon.

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Sexy Cozy Mystery

The Salacious Scribes Mystery 

"I never imagined when I joined an erotic romance writing group that one of us would be killed at the Adult Entertainment Expo in Las Vegas. It had all started out so fun." So begins this humorous and PG-Rated romantic cozy mystery about the relationships between writers and what happens when one of them is killed. 

For Adults Only. 

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Noir Mystery

 

Do you like to read, write, or watch noir mysteries?

In my erotic murder mystery called “Taken In”, I write about a noir detective. He falls for the seductive prime suspect in a case he’s investigating.  It’s a battle of the sexes that has some scenes of bondage and sexual power play in it and is meant for adults only. I channeled Bogart and Bacall when I created the main characters.

Here’s an excerpt:

Detective Harrison saw police cars and CSI vans in the front of the house where the man was killed and parked across the street from a row of grand houses—certainly not his usual crime scene.  The mansion’s graceful arches and lush garden were now cordoned off—violated by crime scene tape. He stepped out of his car to see what waited for him behind the closed doors.  What secrets did these wealthy people hide from the rest of their high society friends?

He stepped under the crime scene tape, climbed up to the front door, and pushed it open.  The front room had expensive antique furniture and area rugs covered a perfectly polished hardwood floor.  He saw a wall safe with its door open.  Crime scene investigators dusted for prints and took photographs.  He recognized a patrol officer and walked over to him.

“Hey, Sergeant Avery.  What happened here?  Were you the first on the scene?”

“Yes, I was.  There’s our dead guy, Mr. Charles Forshey, over there,” he told him, pointing to a man in his mid-fifties who was tied to a chair. 

Detective Harrison walked over to him and the sergeant followed.

Harrison looked at the rope pattern that tied the victim’s arms and said, “Hmmm. That’s interesting?”

“What is?”

He pointed to the man’s arms. “Look how intricately the rope was tied.  Somebody had skills tying things up and knew what they were doing.  It would have taken some time to strap him in like this.”

“If someone was trying to tie me up against my will, I would have been flaying my arms around.”

“It looks like he cooperated with whoever tied him up.”

“Maybe he knew his killer?”

“Possibly.”  He walked around the chair and saw the blood caked on the back of the victim’s head.

“It looks like he was shot execution-style.”

“We’ll know more after the coroner examines him.  Have you been able to find the gun?”

“Not yet, sir.”

“Who called it in?”

“His wife.  Apparently, she was on a business trip and when she arrived home, found him dead.”

“How’s she holding up?”

“She’s having a hard time.”

“Where is she?”

“In the courtyard by the fountain, last I saw her.”

“What’s her name?”

“Jessica Forshey.”

“Okay.  Thanks.  I’ll go see how she’s doing.”

He left the house and walked along a stone path lined with rose bushes on either side and saw a woman sitting at a table with her back to him. The first things he noticed were her shapely calves. One leg was crossed over the other and he saw the red-lacquered sole of a Christian Louboutin designer shoe, his footwear of choice for his submissives. Trying not to startle her, he walked in front of the table and said, “Ms. Forshey...”

She jumped upon seeing him, uncrossed her legs, and sat up straight. “Who are you?” she asked.

“I’m Detective Jay Harrison. I’m in charge of this case.” He showed her his badge.

“I see,” she answered, wiping her eyes, wet from crying. Her beauty took his breath away. She bore a striking resemblance to Lauren Bacall when she starred in To Have and Have Not. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was softly curled and parted on the side. Her eyes were a perfect mixture of blue and green and her eyebrows were perfectly arched, looking as if she could see right through anyone who talked to her. She wore a checkered jacket and a tight white blouse that just barely reined in her large breasts.

He cleared his throat and tried to stop thinking about how sexy she was. Sitting down at the table across from her, he said, “I know this is a difficult time and I’ll try not to inconvenience you too much.”

“Thank you,” she softly answered, and held an embroidered handkerchief up to her nose.

“I just have a few questions. I understand that you were gone on a business trip, came home from the airport, and found him dead.”

“That’s right.”

“What airline did you take?”

“Delta.”

“What city did you visit?”

“Atlanta.”

“And what kind of business?”

“I’m a buyer. There was a convention I attended.”

“I see. Is there anyone who can vouch for your whereabouts over the last 24 hours?”

“I was on a plane. Everyone could vouch for me if they remembered what I look like.”

“Oh, I think they’d definitely remember your face.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, because you are very beautiful.”

She blushed deeply and he could see that she liked to be complimented. That may come in handy later, he told himself.

“How did you get back to your house?”

“I drove home. I left my car in the airport’s parking garage. Why all the questions?”

“We always ask the person who found the body these questions. Often, the killer knew the victim.”

“You’re making me nervous,” she said and reached for a pack of cigarettes on the table. She put one in her mouth and he picked up a silver lighter lying on the table. When he lit her cigarette, she rested her fingertips on his hand and then slowly and sensually blew out a cloud of smoke. She glanced over at him and smiled.

He looked at the lighter more closely and read, “JRF. Are these your initials?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your middle name?”

“Roberta.”

“Very personalized. I like it when things are engraved. It’s classy.”

“If you say so.”

“Okay, Ms. Forshey—"

“Call me Jessica,” she flirted.

“Ms. Forshey,” he insisted, “What was the first thing you saw when you came home?”

“The front door was open. I thought that maybe my husband had forgotten to close it. He’s been quite forgetful lately. He had early-onset dementia.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“Tragic,” she said, flicking the ash off her cigarette into an oyster shell ashtray on the table.

“What did you see next?”

“The door to the safe was open.”

“Was it empty?”

“Yes. Someone took my jewelry and two gold bars.”

“Did your safe have a painting in front of it?”

“Yes. A landscape by Cezanne. I’m surprised the burglar didn’t take it. It’s worth a fortune.”

“I’ll have to take a look. Cezanne is one of my favorite artists.”

“Mine, too,” she answered and looked at him with a disarming smile.

“When did you notice that your husband was in the room?”

“Shortly after that.”

“Do you have any idea who might have wanted to kill him?”

“No. Everyone liked him. He didn’t have any enemies.”

“Oh, okay.”

He was quiet for a few beats and then asked, “Do you or your husband own a gun?”

“My husband kept one in a bedroom drawer.”

“Is it still there?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t looked.”

Which bedroom was yours?”

“His was upstairs to the left.”

He thought, hmmm…they don’t sleep together. Why not? Is there trouble in paradise?

“I’ll take a look before I leave.”

“Am I under arrest, Detective?”

“Should you be?”

“Do you always answer a question with a question?” Sounding defensive she said, “I wasn’t even in town. Ask my employer if you need confirmation.”

“I will. Where do you work?”

“At Saks Fifth Avenue.”

He handed his card to her. “Please write down your supervisor’s name and phone number.”

After she had done so and given him back his card, he said, “One more thing. Have you ever been on a sailboat?”

She laughed and said, “No. What a funny question. Why do you ask?”

“The ropes that bound him. Whoever did it knew some very intricate rope patterns.”

“You think I tied him up?”

“I’m just trying to gather as much information as I can. Nothing personal.”

She arched one of her well-defined eyebrows and tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out what made him tick.

He stood and said, “No. You’re not under arrest, Ms. Forshey. Just let me know if you plan to leave town.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out one of his cards.

She stood and he noticed how well she looked in a knee-length pencil skirt. She was tall for a woman—probably five foot ten. He shook her hand and told her, “I’m going to look for the gun.”

She answered him with a nod.

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Mardi Gras, New Orleans, Storyville, Erotic Romance

 

Can't go to New Orleans and be part of the festivities? Why not be an armchair traveler and read "Storyville: A Time Travel Erotic Romance" instead? It takes place in New Orleans and is a travel time tale about a young woman who moves to New Orleans and falls in love with a seductive ghost who once played the piano in the brothels there during the late 1800s.

Here’s an excerpt:

I asked the sexy Creole young man, “Where are you taking me?"

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.

He 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!

We entered a very plush bedroom filled with antiques.  It had a large crystal chandelier in the middle of the ceiling.  At first, I didn’t notice her: I was too busy looking at him and the dazzling interior. Then, I saw her—a red-headed young woman sitting up in a four-poster bed.  She was wearing a dressing gown that barely covered her large breasts.  I looked at him with fire in my eyes and said, “What’s this all about?!  Why are we here?”

He told me, “I wanted you to meet Lily, my wife.”

“Your wife!” I shouted.  “You never told me you were married!”  I was about ready to murder him.

Defensively, he answered, “I do have a past, you know.  I don’t exist in a vacuum.   I’ve known Lily since I was a child.  We grew up together.”

“Is she a prostitute?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re never jealous about her having sex with other men?”

“It’s all we’ve ever known.  We have an understanding.”

With building anger, I shoved his chest and yelled, “I want to go home.  I don’t like you anymore.”

He gripped my hands, trying to get me to stay.  I was surprised when he said, “Don’t be jealous.  I’m not going to be having sex with her. You are.”

He winked at me. I told myself, now I get it. He wants to watch. Well, I’ll put on quite a show, if that’s what he desires.  
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Do you want to read more? This erotic story is available at Amazon, Apple, Barnes and Noble, Google Play, Kobo and Smashwords.

Here's the Amazon link:

https://www.amazon.com/Storyville-Time-Travel-Romance-Maggie-May-ebook/dp/B01LWLZ3AK

"Sugar Daddy" an erotic romance by Maggie May

 

A humorous erotic romance about a young librarian who meets a handsome slightly older man who comes into her library while he's on jury duty next door at the courthouse.

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It only costs 99 cents.

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Free Erotic Noir Mystery

 

I love old film noir mysteries. Do you?

This picture was one of many that inspired my erotic mystery, "Taken In." 

Here's an excerpt from "Taken In":

"They were silent for a few minutes, bathed in the afterglow. Coltrane’s saxophone played dreamily in the background. 

She noticed a gold-plated cigar ashtray on the bedside table and asked, “Do you mind if I smoke, honey?” 

“Sure.  Be my guest."  

She walked over to her purse and pulled out a cigarette, then came back to bed. Sitting up and leaning against the headboard, she lit her cigarette and blew out a few smoke rings. Both sat wordlessly, listening to the music, each deep in thought.  When the song ended, Jessica stood and said, “You know, Detective. I’m really going to miss this.”

With hooded eyes, he glared at her with suspicion. “What do you mean you’re going to miss this?” 

She put out her cigarette and gathered her belongings.  After dressing, she reached into her handbag, pulled out a compact, and reapplied her cherry red lipstick. Drawing out each word, she told him, “Detective Harrison, you are very lucky that I like you.”

Then, abruptly, she stood and kissed the top of his head and headed for the door.

“What the hell did you mean by that?” he yelled. "Hey, Jessica! Where are you going?!" 

"Bye, honey," she replied and quietly shut the door behind her.

He was flabbergasted by her behavior and cried out, "Hey! Jessica! This isn't fun and games anymore! I'm serious! Where are you going?! Untie me! Get me out of this damn chair!"

Only silence, in a darkened room, echoed his complaint."

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From "Taken In" by Maggie May. Adults only. Contains a few BDSM power play scenes that may offend some readers. Don't say that I didn't warn you.

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Hell on Wheels--Told from an 18-year-old Girl's Point of View

 

I've been working on a PG-rated audio version for this title all day. It's been a fun learning process. 

Meanwhile, here's the sexy eBook version. 

Historical erotica that takes place in the 1800s on the American Frontier. 

Hell on Wheels--told from an 18-year-old girl's point of view.

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Mardi Gras

 

Happy Mardi Gras! 

Take a trip to Storyville, New Orleans with this erotic story that partially takes place in a brothel there.

Here’s a sexy excerpt from Storyville: A Time Travel Erotic Romance:

“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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Sensual and Sexy Erotica

 Here's a sexy excerpt from my latest erotic romance, "Call Me: A Christmas Erotic Romance"

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Here's the rest of the excerpt:

"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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Christmas Holiday Romance

 

Call Me: A Christmas Erotic Romance 

What are you reading over the Christmas holidays? 

Why not read this erotic romance about a phone sex operator who falls in love with one of her customers?   

She has another man in her life--a handsome and rich suitor who asks her to marry him. 

Which man rocks her world?

Who does she want to spend the rest of her life with?

You'll have to read this delightful and sexy romantic story to find out.

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High School Reunion

 

High School Reunion 

People often ask me where I get the ideas for the male characters in the erotic romances that I write.  Do I write from experience? Do I know these sexy men?  Well...the short answer is, "Kinda".

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?

Here are some 5 Star Reviews for this Erotic Romance:

Five Stars: “I enjoyed reading High School Reunion. It’s that second chance you might have dreamed about. It’s about giving romance the chance that should have happened a long time ago. It’s about going out on a limb to try to get what you want, now that you have experience being an adult. Give this one a read if you've ever wondered, "What if?"

Five Stars: “There's always that one from your last that you wonder what if...

That basically is this story. Danielle has been wondering and attending her high school reunion for years with the hope of seeing Randy, The one that loved her but she let get away.

"The heat that comes from the short story was unexpected and hot.”

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Noir Mystery

 Chaneling Bogart and Bacall 

Here's a fun teaser for my noir mystery, Taken In.

Do you like the chemistry between Bogart and Bacall in classic 

hard-boiled detective films?

Are you a fan of Noir Mysteries such as Nightmare Alley?

If so, check out my BDSM noir mystery "Taken In."

Here's what it's about:

50 Shades of Grey meets Film Noir in this erotic mystery about a handsome homicide detective who is at the top of his game until he investigates the murder of a man found tied to a chair and shot in an upscale neighborhood in Charleston. The prime suspect is the man's wife. The problem is--the detective ends up falling under her spell. Will she take him down with her? Find out in Taken In. 

A Noir Mystery for adults only.

Here's an excerpt: 

In the afterglow, she looked over at the detective she had earlier handcuffed to a chair when they were having sex.

She walked over to her purse and pulled out a cigarette, lit it, then brought the ashtray to his bed where she sat up against the headboard and blew a few smoke rings.

When the Coltraine song ended, she slyly smiled and told him, “You know, Detective, I’m really going to miss this.”

Suspicious, he asked, “What do you mean you’re going to miss this?” 

She didn’t answer and gathered her clothes.

“Jessica,” he repeated with growing anger. “What did you mean?”

She slowly put on her strappy sandals.

He repeated, “Jessica, what’s going on?”

After dressing, she reached into her handbag, pulled out a compact, reapplied her cherry red lipstick, then enunciating each word slowly said, “Detective Harrison, you are very lucky that I like you.” 

She winked at him, walked over, and kissed the top of his head.

He glared at her.  "What game are you playing at now?" 

She headed towards the door.

"Jessica! Get me out of this chair!"

He tried to break free from the chair without success.  “Get the hell back here right now!” he screamed as she disappeared into the night, leaving him alone with his anger and vowing to get even with her.

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