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Can historical accuracy get out of hand in a romance? #TinaDonahueBooks #PiratesPrize

When I decided to try my hand at historical romance, several author friends warned me to reconsider. They said reviewers and fans were purists, wanting everything in an historical romance to be letter perfect…as things actually were way back when. Pity the poor writer who makes a mistake.

Okay, I get it. And I agree to an extent. Historical tales should be grounded in reality. That is, you don’t have someone in the eighteen hundreds using a cell phone. When I was writing Loving Liesbook one in my Dangerous Desires series, I wondered if chocolate was available for the heroine who was a member of the aristocracy. Nope, it wasn’t. In 1488 Spain chocolate was unknown. As I was writing my story, I had to check foods that were available during that time. Clothing too. Unfortunately, there isn’t a lot of research material on Spanish fashion in 1488. Eventually, I had to check paintings from that period and I even read Don Quixote (though it’s not exactly that time period) to get some idea of what people wore.

So, I am aware of the importance of research. However, I’m not a purist. In my latest historical series Pirate’s Prize, the action takes place in 1717 on a lush, tropical island in the Indian Ocean. Yes, there are bugs and heat and mud and all that stuff, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to wallow in stings, sweating, and inconvenience to tell my tale. Frankly, in those days that was normal. People didn’t consider heat and insects a problem. So why mention them to the point of the tale having an ick factor? Contemporary romances don’t talk about menstruation or bathroom habits – at least none  I’ve read. Why should historical romances be so steeped in reality that it becomes a turn-off?

I haven’t, as yet, received a poor review because of historical accuracy, because I am careful. That said, I like a little magic with my romances. Sure, it’s not real life, but I’m not looking for that. I’m looking to escape.

My latest release Days of Desirebook 2 Pirate’s Prize, is available now.

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Blurb:

In a pirate’s lair, nothing is as it seems . . .

Shipwrecked! When Royce Hastings is found washed up on the shore of a verdant tropical island, he tells the natives he is a merchant headed for Mozambique. The truth, however, is far more mercenary. Noble by birth, the once favored Royce has lost his fortune and family; now he is a hired henchman on the trail of an elusive pirate. His “shipwreck” was a fake. He’ll stop at nothing to infiltrate the island and capture his prey. His mother and sisters’ lives depend on it.

The last thing Royce expects is to be captured himself. But the lovely young woman who tends to his wounds in the tropics quickly takes hold of his heart. Simone is the island’s healer, and her skilled ministrations not only awaken his soul but disturb his conscience. His path has been predetermined; his identity must remain concealed at all costs. Yet the passion he feels in Simone’s sultry, loving arms cannot be denied. With his loyalties torn, Royce must make an agonizing, unthinkable choice. . . .

Excerpt:

He squeezed past the door into the shadowed space. Simone’s fragrance surrounded him, the musky undertones muddying his brain.

She sat on the floor in the corner, grains, seeds, and berries to her side, spread out for the pigeons. They poked their heads through the metal slats in their cage and ate like gluttons. Chickens strutted freely, pecking their food.

Simone stood. The hens scattered. “Are you all right?”

Exhausted and aroused. “Fine.”

“You’re bleeding again.”

“Not much. You shouldn’t be doing this.”

Her chin trembled. “What? Speaking to you? Asking questions? You want me to be silent and unseen?”

He longed to be in her arms, comforted and warmed. Anchored to all the good he’d never really known. Her words proved true. This island had wonderful people. The best life had to offer. Nothing he deserved. “You’re a healer, not someone who tends chickens and birds. Peter should be doing this. Is he a lazy boy?”

She lowered her face, hiding her smile. “A surly one. He thinks he knows everything. Too many times, Diana has promised to thrash him.”

“Good for her. A proper man needs manners. Let me help you.” Eager to reach her, he strode recklessly.

A hen flapped its wings, going right and left to escape his crutch, its squawk ear-piercing. The other chickens scattered, many getting in his way. He twisted to keep from falling.

“Take care.” Simone slipped her arm around his waist, her precious breast pressed to his side.

Surrendering to loneliness and enchantment, he leaned in, his face to her hair. The English countryside couldn’t compete with her blessed scent. Nature had met its equal in her. He nuzzled her glossy tresses. No matter how wrong and irrational his desire, for some reason he’d found home at her side.

Pity he’d managed that too late.

He should have moved away but hadn’t the will.

She guided him to a bed nearly as large as the one in his chamber. This lavish room, like his, boasted a marble floor and whitewashed walls. A lovely place for a new life to take its first breath.

She laid his crutch to the side. “Sit before you fall.” Gently, she pushed him on the silk-covered mattress.

He made a show of falling down.

Her laughter pealed through the room.

Royce feigned insult. “Are you making light of me?”

“Oui.”

His laugh produced happy tears. “Have you no pity for a poor cripple?”

“I have never seen a stronger man.” She held her hands behind her, breasts thrust out, and swayed her hips slowly.

Aphrodite in the flesh. “Is that what you think of me?”

“What I know. You survived a storm that nearly tore our isle from the earth and flung it into the sky. You are no mere man. You are close to a god.”

He was a liar when honor demanded he do nothing to ruin anything here. He was a besotted fool when duty required he see to his family. His mother and sisters had no power to liberate themselves. Without his help, Katie, especially, would know nothing except a life spent in hard labor, cowering at harsh words, dreading the next beating or something equally horrible.

Simone cupped his face. “What is it? Is the pain bad again?”

The worse a man could face. Having to choose between angels: the one in here now with him, or those in his family who he’d been trying to save.

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Writing historical romance ain’t easy… #TinaDonahueBooks #EroticRomance #Kensington

So why do I do it? Simple. I’ve always loved historical romances. I cut my teeth on Wicked Loving Lies by Rosemary Rogers and Shanna by Kathleen Woodiwiss. OMG, Shanna was so good. I read other books by the author but none were as great. There was something magical about Shanna that spoke to me on a deep and enduring level. I wanted to write historicals.

Before I accomplished my goal, I did take quite a detour. For those of you familiar with my work, you’ll know my forte is contemporary romantic comedy. Frankly, it’s super easy for me to write. Dialogue is a breeze and I have a snarky sense of humor that comes off well on the page.

With numerous romantic comedies under my belt, I moved on to erotic paranormals (both romantic comedies and suspense) then sci-fi and numerous other genres, However, I still wanted to try historicals.

I won’t lie – the research is grueling. Admittedly, I don’t know everything about the world I live in. However, I do know how to use a PC, smartphone, and whatnot, so I don’t have to look up every single thing I write. With an historical, you have to start from scratch. I have pages and pages of research on carrier pigeons. I had to know how long those critters could fly before they got pooped and dropped to the earth. Fun stuff like that.

Anyway, I penned a few historicals several years ago and they were well-received, but then I veered back into romantic comedy. Now, historical has captured my interest again. First, with my Dangerous Desires series last year – medieval erotic romance that took place in 15th century Spain and this year Pirate’s Prize, my historical series set in the early seventeen hundreds.

Days of Desire, book two, releases July 4. How’s that for a holiday gift for those of you in the States? Here’s the cover art, a blurb, an excerpt, and some teasers. Enjoy!

Days of Desire – Book Two -Pirate’s Prize

Available for Preorder – Ready to Read July 4

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Blurb:

In a pirate’s lair, nothing is as it seems . . .

Shipwrecked! When Royce Hastings is found washed up on the shore of a verdant tropical island, he tells the natives he is a merchant headed for Mozambique. The truth, however, is far more mercenary. Noble by birth, the once favored Royce has lost his fortune and family; now he is a hired henchman on the trail of an elusive pirate. His “shipwreck” was a fake. He’ll stop at nothing to infiltrate the island and capture his prey. His mother and sisters’ lives depend on it.

The last thing Royce expects is to be captured himself. But the lovely young woman who tends to his wounds in the tropics quickly takes hold of his heart. Simone is the island’s healer, and her skilled ministrations not only awaken his soul but disturb his conscience. His path has been predetermined; his identity must remain concealed at all costs. Yet the passion he feels in Simone’s sultry, loving arms cannot be denied. With his loyalties torn, Royce must make an agonizing, unthinkable choice. . . .

Excerpt:

Simone’s heart beat faster. “Finish your bacon, please. While you eat, I should change the sheet.”

Royce chewed quickly, swallowed, and lifted his face, his lips nearly grazing her nipple.

She couldn’t imagine anything more pleasant than his mouth on her. “You can sit in the chair while I tend the bed. Let me help you to it.” She slipped her arm around his middle.

He favored his uninjured leg, brow furrowing, breath coming hard and fast.

She stroked his bandaged thigh. “Does it hurt?”

“Bloody right it does.”

He pressed her against the wall, imprisoning her wrists, his length molded to hers, cock snug to her mound. “You’re driving me mad. I can’t take any more of this. I won’t.”

He slanted his mouth over hers.

She surrendered willingly, joyously, accepting his tongue, melting into him.

His savage growl told her all she needed to know. He desired her.

She’d never been more alive.

His touch branded her soul, claiming it, marking her forever. She twisted free from his hold and wreathed her arms around his shoulders, her fingers buried in his silken hair to keep him near.

Their greedy and wild kiss turned tender and slow.

She ground her hips into his, needing to be closer.

He held her so tightly nothing could come between them. Boldly, he cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple.

Pleasure sped from every direction, filling her.

Forever wouldn’t have been long enough to enjoy him. He tasted salty from the bacon and glorious from a flavor that was his alone. His bristly cheeks rasped hers, the mild sting encouraging her to yield further. She longed to wake up each morning to him and this.

They only had now.

Whatever the future brought, Simone refused to dwell on loss. She’d willingly belong to him for a moment rather than have no time at all. In two or three months, she’d say good-bye. Not today.

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Cover Reveal – Days of Desire – book two Pirate’s Prize #TinaDonahueBooks #EroticHistorical

Tropical breezes. Passionate nights. Incomparable love.

A disgraced noble and the island woman who steals his heart. Desire that shouldn’t have happened and leads to danger that’s never far away.

Days of Desire

Book Two – Pirate’s Prize – erotic historical

Available for Preorder

Ready to read July 4

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Blurb:

In a pirate’s lair, nothing is as it seems . . .

Shipwrecked! When Royce Hastings is found washed up on the shore of a verdant tropical island, he tells the natives he is a merchant headed for Mozambique. The truth, however, is far more mercenary. Noble by birth, the once favored Royce has lost his fortune and family; now he is a hired henchman on the trail of an elusive pirate. His “shipwreck” was a fake. He’ll stop at nothing to infiltrate the island and capture his prey. His mother and sisters’ lives depend on it.

The last thing Royce expects is to be captured himself. But the lovely young woman who tends to his wounds in the tropics quickly takes hold of his heart. Simone is the island’s healer, and her skilled ministrations not only awaken his soul but disturb his conscience. His path has been predetermined; his identity must remain concealed at all costs. Yet the passion he feels in Simone’s sultry, loving arms cannot be denied. With his loyalties torn, Royce must make an agonizing, unthinkable choice. . . .

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