>This past December Maggie Robinson’s book Mistress by Midnight was released. Coming March 1st (on the same day as Pleasure Me!) Margaret Rowe’s book Any Wicked Thing will be on shelves. But did you know that Maggie and Margaret are are Two Authors in one package! How is that for doubling down. LOL Please welcome Maggie, er Margaret, um Maggie, okay, just please welcome Maggie and Margaret for today’s Pleasure Me With Romance guest post.
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Thanks so much to Monica for including me (or should I say us?) in her blog event. Yes, I am two people, because one of me simply is not enough.
Last year I double-debuted with two historical romances one month apart, and this year I got a big breather—a release in January and one in March, LOL.
But believe me, I’m not complaining. At an age when many women are considering retirement, I’ve launched another career and could not be happier or more grateful.
People have asked what the difference is between my two writing personae, and to me there’s very little, except that Margaret is a bit edgier. Margaret can be a bit naughty. Don’t we all wish we had a Margaret in our lives to shake things up?
I grew up in a Long Island stucco bungalow, a nice suburban lower-middle-class girl. My dad worked in the post office and my mom was a housewife.
My life was—well, as I said, suburban.
Mistress By Midnight
As children, Desmond Ryland, Marquess of Conover, and Laurette Vincent were inseparable. As young adults, their friendship blossomed into love. But then fate intervened, sending them down different paths. Years later, Con still can’t forget his beautiful Laurette. Now he’s determined to make her his forever. There’s just one problem. Laurette keeps refusing his marriage proposals. Throwing honor to the wind, Con decides that the only way Laurette will wed him is if he thoroughly seduces her…
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?
When I was a teen, the big thing for my friends and me was to take the train into Manhattan on the weekends. We’d visit museums and hang out in Greenwich Village. I’m sure we looked exactly like who we were— clueless kids trying too hard to be cool. So my friend Joe came up with a scheme that would put us on the map—of Europe. All of us took advanced language class together, so we decided we’d only speak German in New York City and pretend to be true tourists. All I can say is that it was a good thing we never ran into anyone from actual Austria or we would have been outed in an instant.
But I found the faux-foreign thing to be useful as I got older. If someone was rude or made an improper advance on the subway, I’d let loose with a bunch of achtungs and auf wiedersehens. Nobody wanted to be an Ugly American to the poor little Deutschland dumpling.
Of course nowadays I’d probably be asked for my papers or told to go back to where I came from, so I’m not sure my old method would work anymore. But it was convenient to act like I didn’t understand what was going on. Playing the dumb blonde is sometimes pretty smart.
Have you ever pretended to be something or someone you weren’t? Do you dress up for costume parties and take on a whole new personality? My heroine Frederica in Any Wicked Thing does—with disastrous consequences—but gets her very happy ending on the last page.
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Margaret Rowe is a former teacher, library clerk and mother of four who woke up in the middle of the night, absolutely compelled to create the perfect man and use as many adverbs as possible doing so. A transplanted New Yorker, she lives with her not-quite perfect husband in Maine, where the cold winters are ideal for staying inside and writing hot historical romances.