Welcome. Visiting with us today is Em Taylor.
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First why don't you tell us a little about yourself?
Hi, I’m Em Taylor and I live in Scotland in a little cottage on my own—which suits me
fine because I have sole control over the TV remote. As a child I was told I had too
active an imagination (as if that’s a bad thing). Unfortunately I was put off writing in
school and never saw it as a career option until now. I’ve had a few erotic romances
published under a different name but when I fell in love with the Regency era
courtesy of Mary Balogh and Lynsay Sands, I knew I had to write Regency romance
Saved by a Rake releases on November 22nd
who, at the beginning of the book, has just been raped by a possible suitor. She
chooses to stay in London and face the Ton despite it being easier to flee. Daniel
is Rebecca’s brother’s friend who must marry before his father dies or risk being
disinherited for the most part. He learns of Rebecca’s plight and decides her lack
of purity is not a barrier to their marriage. When the Earl of Newthorpe, Rebecca’s
rapist, dies on the morning of their wedding, those closest to the couple are in the
frame for murder. How did the earl meet his end and after her ordeal, can Rebecca
be a true wife to Daniel.
What can we expect from your stories, action, drama, romance, sex, blood and guts?
A lot of drama and angst. Also some sex. I reckon it is about a two or three out of
five heat rating.
Do you have a favorite character in your stories? Who? and Why?
I think Daniel is because he’s a rake, and everyone loves a rake. But deep down,
he’s an honourable and caring man.
How about your least favorite character? What makes them less appealing to you?
I don’t have one. I set out writing it with the intention of hating Newthorpe but in
the end, he’s really just a tragic figure—a product of his time and the morals of the
society he lived in.
Has there been any other authors who have inspired your work or helped you out with
Oh wow, that’s a big question. Mary Balogh and Lynsay Sands books got me into the
sub genre but there are two authors, who are friends who I could not have finished
this book without. Samantha Holt (who writes great medieval romance) read every
word as the book was written. I would write a scene and send it to her and she said
what I should add or not. And Em Petrova who is my editor (She writes great hot
cowboy books) who regularly does late night brainstorming sessions with me.
What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?
Tell your friends, leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads, tweet of FB about it
Do you have any tips for readers or advice for other writers trying to get published?
Do not compare yourself to others and do not compare your sales to the sales of
others. Therein lies the road to ruin and obsessive behaviour.
Do you have a favorite author? If yes, what draws you to that person’s work?
It tends to change with the wind. At the moment it’s Mary Balogh because she really
seems to know her stuff when it comes to regency. Her stories are entertaining
which is all I really ask for in a book.
Can you remember one of the first things you wrote? What makes it memorable?
I was in an exam at the age of sixteen and I was told to write the first chapter of a
book. So I did. A few days later I was called into the Deputy Head Teacher’s office
and asked to explain how I cheated in the exam. How did I know the question and
how did I manage to memorise an entire chapter of a book. I told them I didn’t and
that it was all my own work. They told me it was too good for a sixteen year old. In
retrospect, I probably was using someone else’s formula for the characters but the
story was all mine. Alas it put me off writing for over 20 years.
Where do you gather most of the inspiration for your works?
Probably from other books. I see things that have not been addressed and wonder
how I could address it. Also real life and TV are great inspirations.
Do you have any other interesting hobbies, pets or stories you would like to share?
I play Bass Recorder and I crew for a lot of sci-fi conventions. There I have met quite
a few celebrities. It’s amazing though because you think celebs are all going to be
nice and most are but there are a few you come away thinking “I’ll never watch that
Favorite places to travel or visit?
The Isle of Skye in Scotland. Though really anywhere up the West coast of Scotland
is a treat. I also love Scandinavia.
And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue
and tantalize us:( Include links to were we can find your work)
Where to find me:
When Lady Rebecca Eversley is left ravished by the Earl of Newthorpe and facing ruination,
she has the choice to point her pretty little nose in the air and face the gossips of the Ton
or scurry off to the country to live out her life as an old maid. When she meets Lord Daniel
Ramsey, a notorious rake, she decides on the former course of action.
Daniel has been given an ultimatum, marry before his father dies or lose the majority of his
inheritance money. Rebecca seems the perfect candidate, especially once rumours about
her start to circulate in the drawing rooms of Mayfair.
When Newthorpe is found dead on the morning of their wedding, the people they care
about find themselves suspects in the case. Who murdered Newthorpe and can Rebecca
ever get over what he did to her?
As his lips briefly touched hers, the carriage jolted, pushing him closer to her. He caught her
around the waist to ensure she did not bounce off the seat, then, without thinking, covered
her mouth with his.
He noted a moment’s hesitation from her before she moved her lips and reached up to
tangle her gloved fingers in his curls. Tentatively she touched her tongue against his,
causing him to stifle a groan. He had been without a woman for over a month and now his
pretty little wife had her arms around him, kissing him as if she had done it a thousand times.
She was a quick learner as she explored his mouth with her tongue, pressing herself closer
Devil take it. He had been struggling all day to stop himself becoming aroused. Her wedding
gown had been low cut and her stays showed her breasts off perfectly. He had been
distracted throughout the service and the wedding breakfast as images of disrobing her later
had flitted through his mind. He wanted to see those breasts again.
He unfastened the three buttons on her pelisse, peeling the material away to her side, then
pulled out of the kiss and began to pepper light kisses along her jawline. God, he wanted
her, and he was most definitely aroused now.
He kissed her neck and was about to place his hand over that beautiful inviting orb, when he
sensed her tensing. He pulled away slowly, tugging the material of her pelisse back over her.
When he looked into her eyes, they were bright with confusion, passion and fear, all clearly
warring within her. He cursed himself for being too impatient. Then he cursed Newthorpe for
what he had done and could not help thinking that death was too good for the blaggard.
“No. That’s the only word you ever have to say and I will stop,” he said simply.
“I am sorry, my lord. I just expected some time before… well I expected to wait until we were
in the coaching inn tonight.”
“Yes, of course. It was very impatient of me. I beg your forgiveness.”
Rebecca nodded and looked out the window.
The streets of London rushed by as they headed for the Great North Road. He studied the
view out of the other window, and they sat in silence for a long time. Eventually Rebecca
spoke in a small voice which sounded as if she was on the verge of tears.
“I fear I will not make you a very good wife if a mere kiss frightens me.”
He turned and took her hand in his. He wanted her to be comfortable and not think he was
going to pounce on her and ravish her at any given opportunity.
“I have no doubt that you will make a wonderful wife, Rebecca. You just need time and
patience and I have an abundance of both.”
She turned large, tear-filled eyes towards him. “You should take a mistress as soon as we
He could not possibly have heard correctly. She was giving him permission to have a
mistress? Surely not. But her mouth was set in a firm line as if she had made up her mind. A
stab of hurt hit him. She thought of him as a rake who would be unfaithful.
He pursed his lips and considered her. What should he do? He wanted to rail at her and tell
her he had no intention of being unfaithful. He had taken vows only a few hours previously
and yet now she was giving him permission to break them. But maybe the idea of him having
a mistress brought her comfort. She was clearly terrified of intimacy between a husband and
“We shall discuss it once we reach Scotland, my lady. I have no wish to think beyond our
“Do you not see that I can only ever tolerate the marriage bed for the sake of giving you an
heir,” she wailed, pulling her hand away from his. “He ruined me in more ways than you can
“You are only ruined if you allow him that power. A skilful lover could make you feel very
different about certain aspects of a marriage.”
“Well, I have heard enough tales to know that you are a skilful lover, Lord Ramsey. But I
think you should save it for your mistresses.” Her tone was almost venomous but he ignored
it, knowing that it was fear that drove her.
She turned her head to look out of the window again. He was at a complete loss. She
thought him almost as bad as Newthorpe. Well, not quite but she did not think he would be
faithful. A long silence stretched out between them as he considered what to say to her. Her
back was rigid, and she swiped at her cheek with one gloved hand.
“What he did to you…”
“What he did has destroyed me, and I am not sorry that he is dead. I wish I had been the
one to kill him.”
She burst into tears and fished in her reticule for a handkerchief, he presumed. He held his
out to her and with a large sob she accepted it. He untied her bonnet and threw it onto the
seat opposite before gathering her in his arms.
She tried to move out of his grip but this time he held firm, knowing that she would accept his
comfort, which she did, weeping as she buried her face in his coat.
As her sobs turned into sniffles, which turned into silence then light snuffles of sleep, he
held her and wondered how he was going to help his beautiful young wife over her fear of
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