Tamara's Fall (Sons of Rome, #4) (eBook, ePUB) - Morgan, R. R.
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Tamara's Fall , the fourth installment in R.R. Morgan's Sons of Rome series, brings this erotic opus to an epic, chaotic close. This final offering in the Sons of Rome series - decidedly darker than the former three - lays bare how deeply Tamara's brutal past has affected her, and examines her complex relationship with pleasure and pain. All of Tamara's dreams are about to come true. Unfortunately, so are her nightmares.
At long last, Tamara returns to Rome, with a small army at her back, more gold than she could ever spend, and harboring a diabolical revenge plot she's waited years to…mehr

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Tamara's Fall, the fourth installment in R.R. Morgan's Sons of Rome series, brings this erotic opus to an epic, chaotic close. This final offering in the Sons of Rome series - decidedly darker than the former three - lays bare how deeply Tamara's brutal past has affected her, and examines her complex relationship with pleasure and pain. All of Tamara's dreams are about to come true. Unfortunately, so are her nightmares.

At long last, Tamara returns to Rome, with a small army at her back, more gold than she could ever spend, and harboring a diabolical revenge plot she's waited years to hatch. Though conflicted, and beset by painful choices and shocking discoveries, Tamara's unrelenting desire for revenge drives her on, her final days in Rome as bloody and ecstatic as the fall of ancient Rome itself.

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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.