Lord
Simon James Winston, seventh Marquis of Breckinridge, can have anything he
wants, except the woman he loves. After Chandra, his lover of two years, spurns
his marriage offer, he does his best to forget her. When friends discussed the
services of Madame Eve one night over cards, it seems like just the thing to
get him over his heartbreak.
Mrs.
Chandra Mallory wants nothing more than to marry her lord, but deep-hidden
secrets threaten to destroy that dream. On a whim, the widow calls on the
services of Madame, hoping a night of passion can help her move on.
Can one
evening heal past hurts and concerns and help a marquis and his mistress
realize true love is always worth the chance?
“Simon?”
“What?”
Shaking his head to clear the memories, he walked to the closed door at the
other end of the room. He opened it and cursed upon seeing the large
four-poster bed, draped in rich red-velvet bedding. Images of her stripped
bare, her pale skin in contrast to the deep colors, hardened his cock. “It
appears Madame Eve thinks of everything.”
“There
is also a bathing chamber attached to that room.”
“Imagery
I didn’t need.” Because if thinking of her naked in bed wasn’t enough, her in a
warm bath certainly was.
She
touched his shoulder. The simple gesture broke the small thread holding his
self-control. Quicker than she could blink, he twisted and pulled her roughly
into his arms. Claiming her mouth, he darted his tongue inside when she opened
on a surprised gasp. He wound a hand around her waist and jerked her close so
she felt how much he wanted her, while threading fingers into her hair, yanking
at the pins holding it in its perfectly-coifed bun.
He
waited for her to shove him away. Slap his face. Anything to give him a hint he
had stepped over the line. But, with a deep moan, she circled her arms around
his neck, drawing her small frame up for even closer contact. He deepened the
kiss, backing her into the wall, tugging at the layers of fabric in her skirt
and gathering them up past her hips. He placed his knee between her bare legs.
The damned woman wore no undergarments.
The
idea both angered and aroused him.
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Meet the House of
Lords
The DUKE His Grace Wolfe Thane, Duke of Foxhaven (The Duke and the Virgin)
The MARQUIS Lord Simon James Winston, Marquis of Breckinridge (The Mistress and the Marquis)
The EARL Lord Andrew Masterson, Earl of Windenshire (The Earl and the Virgin Countess)
The VISCOUNT Lord Jonathon Railey, Viscount of Aunton (The Viscount and the Heiress.)
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