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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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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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.  
###

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

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.

Amazon Link:

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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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An Erotic Train Story

Hell on Wheels: A Sexy Western 

 I love long-distance train rides and am so excited that tomorrow I’ll be traveling from Los Angeles to Seattle on the Coast Starlight, one of America’s most scenic routes that features beautiful views of the California coastline. 

I wrote an erotic train story that takes place in the 1860s during the building of the transcontinental railroad.  It’s told from the point of view of an 18-year-old girl who experienced that moment in history firsthand.  I hope you’ll take a look at this coming-of-age story and travel along with her and read all about her various sexual adventures. 

The book is called “Hell on Wheels: A Sexy Western.”

It’s available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple, Smashwords and Kobo. 

Interested?

Here’s where you can purchase it:

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Girl With the Blue Tattoo

Have you heard of Olive Oatman, also known as The Girl with the Blue Tattoo? She was a teenage heroine of frontier America who was captured by Indians after her Mormon family was slaughtered by them. She lived among them as a slave and they tattooed her chin. Years later, she was ransomed back to white society.

The main character in my erotic romance Hell on Wheels: A Sexy Western is loosely based upon Olive Oatman. Although Olive was never a prostitute as my main character is, both teenagers share the same experiences in their teenage years. My girl, however, is not marked by the disfiguring tattoo. Both teenagers are survivors despite all the challenges they face in their young lives.

I love stories about the building of the transcontinental railroad, one of America's greatest engineering feats in the 19th century. I recently went to a ceremony honoring the 150th anniversary of the Golden Spike, which commemorated the meeting of the train coming from America’s east with the one coming from the west. This accomplishment may never have happened without the labor of the Chinese, soldiers home from the civil war, freed slaves, recent Irish immigrants, and various ne'er-do-wells who needed money in spite of the dangerous, back-breaking work it took to build the railroad. And let's not forget the women who entertained them and traveled along with the train as the railroad was being built. They all lived in squalor in make-shift towns nicknamed Hell on Wheels. It took a lot of grit and gumption on their parts. My girl is a feisty heroine who has a humorous way of looking at the world and the men and women with whom she comes in contact. She has sexual relationships with both men and women, sometimes 3 at a time. All are loving relationships.

I have tried to stick to history as much as possible in this erotic story where I follow the course of the railroad's construction starting from the Platte River Valley all the way to California. It is my hope that history buffs, railroad aficionados, lovers of coming of age stories meant for adults, and readers of erotic romances will take a look at my story.

Who knows? You might find yourself liking trains more than you ever have before. Keep on riding them, especially those long-distance ones such as the California Zephyr and Coast Starlight. I have traveled in a sleeper car on both train routes and it is the best way to see America. And don't forget to bring my book along with you. All aboard!

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All Aboard Train Buffs

Are you a train buff like me? I fell in love with trains when I was eleven and my cousin and I took a trip to Colorado with our Grandmother.

When I graduated from college, my husband and I fulfilled one of my life-long dreams: we took the train from California all the way to New York City, stopping along the way in New Orleans, Atlanta, Washington DC, and Philadelphia.

It's no wonder that I'm going to Utah next month to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the Golden Spike--the place where the transcontinental railroad united the east and west coasts of the United States--one of the greatest engineering feats of the 19th century.

Some people where I live are protesting the noise that trains make as they travel through crossings. I'm a hold-out: I love the high lonesome sound of a train in the middle of the night. I always feel like it's calling out to me, "Climb aboard. Let's explore the world together."

I've written and am writing 3 books about this transcontinental railroad. Here's my latest. It's an erotic Western about an 18-year-old girl's experience living with the men who worked on it and the prostitutes who traveled along with them in make-shift towns known as Hell on Wheels. For Readers 18+

Available at Amazon, Apple, Barnes and Noble, Kobo
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Happy Valentine's Day

Just in time for Valentine's Day comes this book trailer for my latest erotic romance: Torn Between Two Lovers: A Civil War Romance.

Book Trailer for Torn Between Two Lovers: A Civil War Romance

I've always been fascinated by the Civil War and absolutely loved Ken Burn's series that used the hauntingly beautiful tune "Ashokan Farewell" as its the theme song.  Every time I hear it I want to cry, thinking of all of the brave men, including my Great Grandfather, who fought in the war.

I especially loved seeing the couples together for their formal photographs with the men dressed in their uniforms.  One of the most poignant segments in the series was the reading of Sullivan Ballou letter to his wife that he wrote the night before he was killed at the Battle at Bull Run.  It is so eloquent and touching. I dare you not to cry when you read it.

Sullivan Ballou Letter

My historical romance Torn Between Two Lovers: A Civil War Romance is about a young southern woman who is in love three men: her husband who died in the war, a Yankee soldier who is wounded aboard the steamboat, The Sultana, and a handsome doctor who treats wounded soldiers in a cordoned-off section of the famous Gayoso Hotel in Memphis. After her husband dies, she tries to commit suicide but is distracted from drowning herself when she sees something floating on the Mississippi River after the fire on the steamboat.  It turns out to be a wounded soldier atop on a coil of rope. She takes him home with her and tends to his wounds, all the while fearing that her neighbors will discover she's been harboring a Yankee in her house.  When his condition gets worse,  she takes him to the hospital and ends up falling in love with his doctor.  Juggling two men at the same time is not a simple feat, as she finds out when she fails to tell that soldier that she's engaged.  You'll have to buy the book to find out what happens next.  It is sexually explicit, so it's meant for readers 18+.  Here's where you can purchase it.  It is also available in paperback at Amazon.

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Do you like reading erotic time-travel stories?

If so, I hope you'll enjoy this excerpt from my erotic romance that takes place in the former red-light district in New Orleans called Storyville:

A week passed, and I still hadn’t seen Jan Baptiste.  I was beginning to think I’d imagined him, due to all the moonlight-and-magnolias’ scenarios that had been clouding my mind. It didn’t make any sense.  What was he doing in the cemetery?  Was he a ghost?  How weird is that?!  On Saturday night, I heard the ragtime music again.  I wasn’t sure if it was coming from the cemetery or not.  I put my robe on and ran across the street to look through the fence to see if Jan was there.  As I was looking, I felt a cold presence behind me.  I quickly turned around, and there was my Jan.  I threw my arms around his neck and showered him with kisses.

He pulled away and said, “Come with me.  I want to show you something.”  I followed him around the fence and we came to a place that was opened enough for both of us to get through.  “Are you frightened?” he asked.

“Not when I’m with you.”

He took my hand and led me to a burial vault.  He pointed to one of the names on the family plot.

I asked, “That’s you?!  So, you are a ghost?”

“I’m afraid so.”

I tried wrapping my mind around what he’d just said.  It was hard to believe.  I didn’t know if ghosts really existed.

He showed me some stairs leading down to the vault.  “Follow me.”

“Have I died, too?” I asked him.

“No.  You’re very much among the living.”  He pointed to a door.

“Where are we going?” I asked as he led me towards it.

“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.”

“Really?  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 I beheld 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!

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 Jan 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 Jan 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’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.”

I didn’t understand what he was talking about.

He said to Lily, “She feels funny about being in bed with you.  Come to her and help her feel more comfortable.”

Lily stood up and I saw that her dressing gown had come undone, and one of her very large breasts was halfway out.  She did look good; I had to admit. She approached me and put her arms around my neck and then kissed me deeply.  Against my expectations, I liked the way she tasted: it was fresh and clean, like the cucumber-infused water served at my favorite spa.  She started unbuttoning my blouse.  I felt like backing away, but then I looked over at Jan sitting on a chair in the corner.  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.  I opened Lily’s dressing gown, and caressed one of her luscious breasts, then buried my face between them.  I looked over at Jan and he was taking off his pants.

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Two Fun New Orleans' Ghost Stories: One Rated PG and One Rated XXX

It's almost time for Halloween.  Do you believe in ghosts?  Do you love New Orleans?  I certainly do and have visited this hauntingly beautiful and romantic city many times.  The city has a rich history of ghosts dwelling in the French Quarter; so much so that guides even offer ghosts tours. Here are two very different ghost stories that take place in New Orleans and Louisiana.  I think you'll enjoy both.  Here's a warning:  the second one is naughty; but the first one is nice.

  I'll start with the PG-Rated one.

The Ghost in the Plantation:

A Nancy Keene Mystery

by Louise Hathaway

Do you like Nancy Drew? Do you like New Orleans? If so, you will enjoy this humorous and PG-rated story about a teenage sleuth that especially targets women baby boomers who grew up reading and loving the Nancy Drew series. Nancy Keene, the teenage sleuth in this story, goes on vacation with her father and friends to the French Quarter. What starts out as a sight-seeing trip changes into a murder/mystery when a docent at Oak Alley Plantation is murdered while they are there. Part travelogue, part ghost story, this book mixes voodoo, ghosts, and bayous into a spicy gumbo of a whodunit.

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Next, is the XXX-rated one.

Storyville: A Time-Travel

Erotic Romance

by Maggie May

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 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.

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A Sexy Ghost Story

Just in time for Halloween, here's an excerpt from my erotic romance about a modern-day California girl who moves to New Orleans and falls in love with a ghost who had once been a Creole musician who played in the brothels of Storyville at the end of the 1800s:

We kissed some more and he laid me down on the floor.  He knew how much I loved oral sex, so he went right to the business at hand.  I was almost on the cusp of an orgasm to begin with before he started licking my pussy.  By the time his tongue made a few rotations, I was a goner in about 5 seconds.  Way too fast, I know. But I didn’t care.  There will be others times together.  Won’t there?

He helped me off the floor and we sat on the sofa together.  “Jan,” I asked him, “remember when you said that someday you would play the piano for me?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“I have a piano,” I said, pointing across the room to it.

“Do you play?” he asked.

“A little.  Luckily, this apartment came completely furnished, including a piano.”

He walked over to it, sat on the bench, and told me, “I’ve written a song about you.”

“Really?  How wonderful!  What’s it called?”

“My Forever Love.”

“Oh, Jan.  How romantic.  Please play it for me.”

Before he started playing, I said, “Wait!  I want to record this so that I can savor it always.”  I propped my iPhone up with a book on my coffee table and hit “Record”.  Then, I looked intently at Jan sitting on the piano bench.  “Okay.  Play,” I directed him.

The notes he played were beautiful.  He was a wonderful musician and sounded a lot like Jelly Roll Morton. The song was slow, haunting, and sexy.  At first, I thought it was an instrumental, but half-way through, he added words.  His voice was low and sensuous and his words were heartbreaking: “She looked like something I wanted, but may be too fragile to touch.”

By the time it was over, tears were streaming down my cheeks.

He left the piano bench and came to me.  “Please don’t cry,” he told me and put his arm around me.

I nestled against him and said, “Please don’t go back to the cemetery tonight.  Don’t ever go back there again. Spend the night here.  I want to wake up in your arms.”

“I wish it was that simple.”

“But it is.  Just stay here.  We can live together like regular couples do.  We’ll cook breakfast, read the newspaper, walk in the park.  Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

“It really does, my love.  Who knows what will happen?  Maybe we’re shaking our fists at the gods right now.  You know, disrupting their plans for us.”

“Fuck them!” I boldly said.

He laughed and repeated what I said, “Yeah!  Fuck them!” 

“I almost expect to be struck down by a bolt of lightning right now,” I told him.

“I know,” he said and laughed.

I led him to my bedroom.  “Make yourself at home,” I told him as I went off to brush my teeth and take off my makeup. I was determined to live like regular couples do.  I put on my “Hello Kitty” nightgown and climbed into bed next to him.

“I love your nightie,” he said.  “Very sexy.”

“Are you making fun of me?” I asked.

“No.  Not at all.  I do love it.  I’m glad you feel cozy with me.  We’ll lie here like an old married couple, give each other a short peck on the cheek, settle in to a spoon position, and drift off to dreamland together. 

I snuggled up next to him and fell asleep instantly.

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Storyville: A Time-Travel Erotic Romance 

by Maggie May

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New Orleans' Erotica

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At that age, my dream was to become either a can-can dancer at the Golden Horseshoe Review at Disneyland or be a dance-hall floozy on Gunsmoke.  High aspirations, indeed. When I was in my mid-twenties, I visited New Orleans for the first time and fell in love with the city.  I was fascinated by the history of Storyville, the famous red-light district at the turn of the 19^th century.  I loved the history of the jazz musicians who played at the brothels there.  My eBook “Storyville: A Time Travel Erotic Romance” is loosely based upon the life of one of my favorite New Orleans’ musicians Jelly Roll Morton, a Creole piano player who got his start playing in the bordellos of Storyville.  

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New Orleans 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 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.

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