Maggie Robinson also writes under the name Margaret Rowe. Margaret is an RT Reviewers Choice nominee in the best erotic fiction category for Any Wicked Thing and will be going to the RT convention in Chicago in April.
Maggie's Master of Sin comes out March 27, 2012 and hope's to be signing both books. Margaret has a short story in Agony/Ecstasy that releases this month.
Love letters have definitely gone out of fashion. Somehow love emails just don’t have the same zing. In Regency times, people spent hours writing letters. Several of my couples communicated by letter with each other in my books, but I decided to pick a couple that didn’t write to each other. Couldn’t. For the hero Desmond Ryland, Marquess of Conover was married to someone else and wandering the globe to escape from his miserable marriage. His true love Laurette was attempting to live a virtuous life without him. Here’s what they might have written when their hearts were full of longing.
The Love Letter:
Do you know I write to you every week? Of course you don’t, because I never send the letters. Sometimes I tell you what I’ve seen; sometimes I tell you what is in my heart, This letter is both.
Tonight our group was crowded into the room reserved for travelers in Atleek. There was barely room to turn around, so I wandered down to the waterfront. The men stayed and prayed that the drought that has so devastated Syria would end, making a vow not to return to their homes and harems until it was so. We saw a solemn procession in Jerusalem dedicated to this fervent hope as well led by the Aga himself. The conditions here are unbearable.
I could not help but compare the crop failure and hunger of the local people to the summer of 1808. Our summer. What seemed such a calamity to me at nineteen is revealed now to be not half so dire as what has befallen the population here. I have seen children’s bodies on the streets and heard the wailing of their mothers from behind the walls.
I know I am doing to my own son what my grandfather did to me. I believe I have mastered the fury I felt towards my uncle and the Berrymans some years ago. My pride had been nicked, my love for you thwarted. And I have seen too much of the world now to imagine myself at the center of the universe.
I listen to the wash of the waves. An obligatory crescent moon hangs from the purple sky. I’ve had seen the remains of ancient cities, roofless ruins scattered in the desert sand. Nothing lasts, save the indecipherable inscriptions that excites William so, and my feelings for you. The world here is in turmoil, as it had been for thousands of years. And here I stand, removed from my own life, my bones baked by day by the relentless sun, my nights chilled by loneliness.
The evening call to prayer echoes in the town. I will drop to my knees, my head touching the sand. My prayers are always the same and have yet to be answered.
All my love,
Check out Con and Laurette's love story in:
MISTRESS BY MIDNIGHT
MISTRESS BY MIDNIGHT
Then comes marriage. . .Laurette's pulse still quickens every time she thinks of Con and the scorching passion they once shared. She aches to taste the pleasure Con offers her. But she knows she can't. For so much has happened since they were last lovers. But how long can she resist the consuming desire that demands to be obeyed. . .?
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