Age of Caligula, the first entry in the Sons of Rome saga, introduces Tamara of the East, a beautiful young girl taken from the sands beyond the Mediterranean, and sold at a Roman slave auction. Raised in an opulent, debauched brothel, Tamara learns the ways of physical pleasure, the limits of trust, and ultimately, how to survive among the brutal, duplicitous tyrants controlling her fate.
Tamara recounts a sweeping, epic adventure, chronicling her captivity, education, and eventual liberation. It is a tale brimming with lust, shame, love, and violence, set against the backdrop of Caligula's Rome, a time of unbridled perversion, civil unrest, and wanton cruelty.
As the tide of discontent and treachery rises, powerful forces beyond Tamara's control threaten to destroy the only world she's come to know, and she's forced to tap inner wellsprings of strength she never knew she had in order to prevail.
This is erotica of a high order, beautifully written and populated with well-drawn, multidimensional characters. An erotic storyteller that never skimps on story, R.R. Morgan has crafted a sensual, often disturbing masterpiece that captures the tumultuous, insatiable spirit that defined ancient Rome.
About the Author
I'm schizophrenic in my literary tastes. I love westerns, historical fiction, contemporary romance, hard-boiled pulp stuff, detective yarns, mystery, even sci-fi and fantasy. I write the way I read: churning out fiction according to whichever genre currently holds my fancy. I care nothing for niche notoriety. Writing in the same genre, the same way, with the same sorts of characters would be, for me, a fate worse than hell. Where's the spice? Where's that rush of diving into completely uncharted territory and doing something new?
I love sex, everything about it, and I weave lusty encounters into nearly every tale I write. Most of us do it, most of us love it, and life would be so much less wonderful without it. Sex. Sex. SEX! I love just writing the word. If that makes me a part of the "erotica" genre (perhaps the clumsiest moniker for such a vast and varied literary pool) then so be it. I'll accept the title, but I don't have to embrace it.
I don't write about sex for money, or for fans, or to live out my own twisted fantasies (although that last bit does have its rewards). I do it because so few writers will. They're too afraid, saddled with an innate fear of being set at the foot of the literary table, or being looked at as a deviant. I don't give a damn. Everything good in life: love, children, family, community, tradition, all have some connection with sex. I celebrate that. I uncover that. I use crude words, I describe taboo acts, and I never hide behind flimsy euphemism. I present sex the way I think it should be: hard, passionate, uninhibited, and always intense. If that's not your cup of tea, well, there's always Harlequin.