Amanda McCabe wrote her first romance novel at the age of sixteen in Algebra class, an epic starring all her friends as characters! That story will never be published (and she nearly failed Algebra), but now sheâs the RITA-nominated, award-winning author of many other books and novellas. She lives in Oklahoma with two cats, a Pug, and a bossy miniature Poodle, and loves dance classes, collecting cheesy travel souvenirs, and watching the Food Networkâeven though she doesnât cook. Visit her at ammandamccabe.com for Behind the Book information, contests, and upcoming releases, and at riskyregencies.blogspot.com.
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NOTORIOUS ELIZA by Barbara Monajem
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AWAKENING HIS LADY by Kathrynn Dennis
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THE WARRIORâS FORBIDDEN VIRGIN by Michelle Willingham
AT THE DUKEâS SERVICE by Carole Mortimer
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Tired of seasons with boring socialites, Lord Tristan Carlyle has given up his life as a libertine to become an artist. Inspiration eludes himâ¦until he meets the alluring Contessa de Erato, who awakens a passion not even this former rake has felt before.
But the âContessaâ has a secretâshe is really Erato, muse of erotic poetry. Although she came to England to help other women find love, one night of ecstasy with Tristan shows Erato the kind of pleasure she never thought she would experience herselfâand now wants to savor foreverâ¦
A prequel to The Chase Muses miniseries.
Iâve loved Greek mythology ever since I bought a book called Greek Gods and Goddesses at a book fair in the second grade! This was a young readerâs book, so there were none of the racier tales I found later (like Leda and Danae!), but I was fascinated by stories of Artemis, Apollo, and Aphrodite, and their lives on Mount Olympus, as well as the terrible things that happened to luckless humans who encountered them. Luckily, my parents enjoyed visiting museums on family vacations, so I got to see ancient vases and statues that gave a visual aspect to the Greek worldâand I could make up my own stories to go along with them.
The world of Regency England had a similar fascination with ancient history and art, and there were many scholars and avid collectors who fueled the neoclassical fashions of the day with their discoveries. I had so much fun combining these two passions in The Chase Muses, three sisters named after mythological Muses (Calliope, Clio, and Thalia) who have a love for archaeologyâand for three hunky heroes.
As for the real Musesâwell, as a writer I often call on their aid (though they donât always listen). I wondered what would happen to one of them if she suddenly found herself in Regency London, and met a devastatingly handsome artist who needs her help, even as sheâs tempted by him. Thatâs when I met Erato, the Muse of Erotic Poetry. I hope you enjoy her adventures as much as I did!
On Mount Olympus, Time Immemorial
On Earth, 1818
Erato, the Muse of Erotic Poetry, was bored. Very, very bored.
This was nothing new. Any being who had lived for centuries, inspiring countless artists to feats of great creativity, attending parties and meeting handsome men, would sometimes feel a touch of ennui. A sense of having seen it all, several times over. Of not being really useful any longer.
But she had never felt quite like this before.
She rolled over on her cushioned chaise, staring up at the cloudless azure sky. The Musesâ pavilion was as beautiful as ever, gleaming white marble on a verdant slope of Mount Olympus. The fluted pillars were widely spaced, giving glimpses of the trees and rivers beyond. Shepherds and shepherdesses frolicked in the lush green fields, the sweet music of their pipes floating back to her on the warm breeze.
The air smelled of roses and lilacs, the splashing water of the fountains perfumed with oil of jasmine. Little cupids fluttered among the cushioned couches, laughing as they chased one another around and around. Servants hurried to and fro, all of them long-limbed and beautiful in their short tunics, bearing trays of wine goblets and honeyed sweetmeats.
Her sisters were all nearby, dancing to that intoxicating pipe music as their diaphanous pastel robes fluttered like butterfliesâ wings. They were all very merry in the sunlight, except for Melpomene, Muse of Tragedy, who sat morosely in the corner contemplating a new poem of death and mourning. She was rarely merry at all.