Thank you for hosting me today. I’m excited to discuss sex and marriage in the 1930s and my recent release, Rose, Exposed, a multicultural historical erotic romance set in the 1930s.
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Sex and Marriage in the 1930s
Today, when a man wants to have sex with a woman, he usually dates her and might even live with her if he wants it on a regular basis. People tend to get married later, after living together, or not at all. In the 1930s, however, the subject of marriage came up a lot faster in conversation. Try watching a classic movie and then a modern one. Count the number of times the word marriage is used in each. I bet you’ll see a big difference. If a man wanted to get a woman into bed, he knew marriage was the most practical way to get there.
The relationship between marriage and sex has evolved over time and will surely continue. Historically, marriages of convenience were common. This common plot device in historical novels features two strangers who find themselves in close proximity, which kindles a new flame. Also, young ladies commonly moved from the home of their family of origin directly to that of their husband. From birth to widowhood, men ran their lives. Finally, social mores prevented unmarried girls from being seen with men without a suitable chaperone. Courting had a lot of restrictions and always had marriage as the tangible goal.
By the 1930s, however, the old social mores were changing. Dating -- spending time with a man with the goal of fun instead of marriage -- began in the 1920s. Some women even lived independently as single, working women before marriage.
In my new release Rose, Exposed, the heroine struggles with morality. Torn between duty and desire, she wants to enjoy the passion of married people without the marriage because she doesn’t want to be told what to do for the rest of her life by yet another man. In the prequel, Plucking the Pearl, the heroine also struggled with the morality of the times. A reviewer said I did a nice job striking the right balance. I hope I’ve achieved it in the sequel as well.
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing
Release Date: 27 March 2013
eBook ISBN #: 978-14199-45205
Buy eBook: http://www.ellorascave.com/rose-exposed.html
Stay tuned for reviews and more: http://www.aftonlocke.com/Rose.html
(I love creating trailers for all my books!)
When Leroy Johnson gets promoted at the new oyster plant on Pearl Point, all he cares about is working hard. When he meets the flirtatious artist Rose Wainwright, however, nothing matters except getting her to the altar and into bed. Healing from a recent loss, he’s not about to let her go too.
Because Rose’s strict, social-climbing father doesn’t approve of dark-skinned Leroy, they court in secret anyplace they can find. Although Leroy’s raw passion can convince her to do almost anything, why can’t he understand she needs freedom, not marriage?
Her father wants her to be white, but Leroy wants her to be black. Playing both sides of the fence leaves this young biracial beauty exposed in more ways than one.
Rose, Exposed - Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2013 - All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“You’re so…dark,” she exclaimed. Instead of the disdain he expected, he heard fascination.
Come on, lady. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a colored man before.
“Yes, I’m dark,” he agreed as he politely removed her hand, “which is why it’s not a good idea for us to sit alone together in this car. Someone might come along and jump to the wrong conclusion.”
A conclusion that could get him beat up or worse with the Klan close by on Oyster Island.
But before he could stop her, she clasped both sides of his face and pressed her sweet mouth to his. Aw, hell. A man only had so much self-control, and she’d just shattered his. Unable to stop himself, he plundered her delicate mouth. Her lips reminded him of rose petals, and he sucked the sweetness out of them as if he were a bee. The more he tasted, the more he wanted.
She opened, giving him access to her even sweeter tongue. His penis strained, hard and now wet, against his undershorts. Hell, even his balls must be twice their normal size. Taking a big breath, he pulled away from her.
“We can’t do this. You’re white.”
She looked down at her upturned palms. “Then I really do look white?”
Leroy frowned. “Aren’t you?”
For the first time, her smile disappeared, making him shiver in his wet clothes. “The truth is, I don’t know what I am. I suppose that’s why I took this foolish drive.”
She must be biracial then, he realized, and not forbidden after all. The thought made him want to dance on the hood of the car. She still looked white, though. If he didn’t have the time to court a girl his own color, he sure didn’t have any for a complicated one like this.
“Kiss me again,” she demanded.
Without waiting for him to answer, she locked her hot, damp mouth on his again and tugged hard on his shoulders. Before he knew it, he was on top of her on the front seat. He wished her dress weren’t so thin when two round breasts pushed against his chest and long, slender legs shifted restlessly under his. Dizzy with the scent of rain and her, he froze.
At that moment, nothing mattered except finding out if her cunt was as sweet and yielding as her mouth. He didn’t care if the entire Klan showed up, knocked on the window and caught him thrusting between her legs on this slippery leather seat. It had been too damn long since he’d had a woman. He needed to stop this while he still could.
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” Lust had turned his voice into a husky croak.
She laughed and touched his face again. “I don’t know. What am I asking for?”
This girl was crazier than he’d first thought. What if someone less honorable than himself had stopped instead? She could’ve been raped.
“A whole lot of trouble.” He sat up. “Look, this is not the time or the place. Now let’s get you home.”
The sooner he could be rid of her—before she derailed him from his job, family, and everything else that mattered—the better.
WIPs Coming Soon
Rose, Exposed is the sequel to Plucking the Pearl, an interracial historical erotic romance.
I have two more books planned for the Oyster Harbor series. Next up for romance are Sadie and Henry.
In addition to interracial/multicultural historicals, I also plan to keep writing erotic contemporaries.
Can an older woman find love with a hot male stripper? My current WIP, Two Hours to Entice, will answer that question.
Where readers can find me
I will be attending EC’s RomantiCon Oct 10-13, 2013 in Canton, Ohio - http://ecromanticon.com/:
Don’t miss the book signing on Oct 13th.
I’m also hosting a Fabulous Fusion workshop with Koko Brown and Eve Vaughn to celebrate interracial erotic romance for EC’s Fusion line.
Web site: http://www.aftonlocke.com
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