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Married at fifteen and widowed at forty-nine, country-bred Frances Hart has only known the duties of a wife and mother, and never the joys of a woman. Determined to broaden her horizons on every level, she daringly sets out alone to explore London in all its sensual glory . . .

A successful London barrister and now a widower, James Whitcox knows duty but has never known passion. He joins an exclusive society founded to discuss sexual relations – but talking about the pleasures of the flesh is a far cry from actually experiencing them. Then Frances Hart accidentally barges into a meeting, enlightening the Men and Women’s Club about a woman’s needs – and tempting James to put his theories into practice . . .

Robin Schone will be guest blogging on the 30th! She was erotic romance before erotic romance was cool. It will be interesting to finally get to read this long awaited book and see how it stacks up to what is out there now. Or how what is out there now stacks up to it.

From the first chapter, I think it may knock over a stack or two. You can read a piece of it here and click on the link for the more….

From the Chapter One of Scandalous Lovers by Robin Schone:

“My wife is dead.”

The words ripped through the chill spring air.

She paused, head snapping upward.

James’s gaze was waiting for hers. “I will never know which of my touches excited her, or which ones repulsed her. I will never know how I failed her, or even if I failed her. I will never know what she needed, because I never asked.”

“Why not?”

The rejoinder was swift. The woman’s body remained poised for flight.

“Because I was afraid,” James said.

Feminine gasps greeted his admission: a man could do or say many things as long as he didn’t admit fear.

“I am still afraid.”

A masculine protest overrode the feminine gasps. “I say, there–”

James ignored the accountant’s objection.

“I am forty-seven years old, and I have never experienced a woman’s passion.”

“Mr. Whitcox, sir!” the suffragette sputtered over the hiss of the gas chandelier.

“I need to know that it’s not too late.”

The woman with the vivid red hair remained motionless, her expression arrested.

“I need to know that men and women share the same needs.”

A shudder vibrated the wooden table, a door slamming below.

“I need to know that there can be honesty between men and women.”

A short, urgent shout sounded from the street outside.

The solitude that dogged his every waking moment stretched out before James. “I need to know that a man and a woman can live in the same house, and lie in the same bed, and be more than two strangers.”

Copyright ©2006 Robin Schone