Details are below but first, a little background…
Not long after Hamilton debuted on Broadway, my daughter’s friend introduced my family to the soundtrack and I listened and listened again and then again. I fell in love, with the music, with Lin Manuel Miranda who wrote it, with Alexander Hamilton himself. This obsession led to a lot of reading about the American Revolution and that reading led to a book idea. I’d wanted to write and m/m historical for ages, and this felt like the perfect time. I thoroughly enjoyed the research I did and my characters, Jack and Eli and their spymaster Constance are now very dear to me. I even gave Hamilton a cameo.
Revolutionary Temptation by Silvia Violet
1777 New York City
The American colonists are fighting for their independence, but the battlefield is not the only place to wage war. When General Washington’s head of intelligence asks Captain Jack West to spy on the British in New York, Jack agrees, despite reservations about this ungentlemanly pursuit.
Jack’s contact in the city recruits bookshop owner Elias Ashfield, an impeccably dressed sensualist who flaunts his desire for both men and women and seeks a place in high society. Jack longs for a simple life guided by clear principles. Eli is a risk-taker who knows how to get what he wants. And he wants Jack in his bed.
Events in Jack’s past have made him fearful of acting on his secret craving for a man’s touch, but Eli intrigues Jack as much as he infuriates him. As Jack and Eli search for the information the rebel army needs, they realize there’s more between them than mere lust. But finding a way to be together may prove more difficult than defeating the British Empire.
Jack cleared his throat. “If Major Bradford is at leisure to accompany you ladies, I will take leave of you and follow Mr. Ashfield. If I’m to have reading material, I may as well pick it out myself rather than impose on him.”
Mr. Ashfield looked at Jack as if it would be his pleasure to have Jack impose on him in intimate ways. Jack turned away before Mr. Ashfield’s lack of discretion caused comment.
“I am exceedingly pleased to be these ladies’ chaperone,” Bradford responded.
Constance smiled. “If I do not meet up with you before then, I shall see you at home for dinner, Mr. West.”
Jack bowed, and Constance linked arms with Miss Bradford and sailed off.
“This way, sir,” Mr. Ashfield said. “My shop is just there.” He pointed to a building down the street. Jack saw the sign—De Lancey’s Emporium—with a stack of books painted on it.
As they crossed the street, Jack watched Mr. Ashfield. His gaze drifted down over the man’s firm ass and his legs, which were sculpted perfection. Then the wind caught Mr. Ashfield’s hat, and it was blown away, revealing his beautiful golden hair in all its glory. Was it as soft as it looked? Jack was beginning to believe Mr. Ashfield was his ultimate fantasy come to life.
“Mr. West?” Ashfield asked as they entered the store.
Ashfield smirked. Fuck, Jack was being obvious.
“What type of book are you looking for, sir?”
Jack pondered this. He’d never been much of a reader, preferring to be outside, doing something physical. In school he’d been forced to pour over dry law books until his eyes ached. He’d not read much since. “History, I suppose.” That at least had some appeal as an interesting subject.
“Hmmm. Might I make a suggestion?”
Ashfield’s tone indicated that his suggestion might be very lewd. Surely Jack was imagining that. “Of course, sir,” Jack answered.
Ashfield took Jack’s arm and pulled him toward a shelf in the corner. The warm, firm contact had Jack’s cock very interested. He bit back a groan. The last thing he needed was a fucking cockstand.
Focus on the books.
The shelf displayed ghastly gothic novels.
Jack snorted. “These are hardly something I would be interested in.”
“Really?” Ashfield drew the word out and held Jack’s gaze. God, his eyes are beautiful.
“Mr. Ashfield, I don’t care for nonsense written to titillate girls just out of the schoolroom.”
“Oh, you think that’s what they’re for, do you? You may call me Eli, by the way. I believe we are going to be friends.”
Without answering, Jack picked up a copy of Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded.
“Ah, yes, that is one of my most sought-for books, but I much prefer this one.” Eli ran a finger over the cover of The Palace of Mysteries. “It’s anonymously written and quite…horrid.” He dropped his voice to say the last word, and Jack felt it like a caress.
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Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, paranormal, and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like “Do you write children’s books?” She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she’s actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinfully delicious treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading to her incorrigible offspring.