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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

2CLLR #TuesdaySpotlight w/#Giveaway: Indulgence & Temperance by Faye Hall

 


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Indulgence & Temperance
by Faye Hall







Would you abandon the woman you love for your own indulgence?

Beth Meridian has returned home, hoping to leave her sordid past behind her and settle into a quiet life. When her childhood friend, Hannah Raeburn, offers her a place to stay, Beth knows it won't be long until she runs into Hannah's brother, Daniel. What she doesn't expect is for him to reignite feelings deep in her heart, reminding her of the kiss they shared before she left town.

Daniel Raeburn's past is scandalous, his sinful indulgences allowing him more wealth than he could ever need. Still, he wants more, and his gluttonous appetite for wealth and women leads him to buy into a partnership at the local hellfire club.

When Hannah goes missing, Beth and Daniel follow her trail through the Australian outback. Witnessing the womanizer Daniel is, Beth flees on a cattle train headed north. Desperate to explain his actions, Daniel follows her.

Arriving in the small town of Jarvisfield, Daniel is shocked to learn that Beth is now the owner of the largest cattle company in the area. He's even more shocked to discover that the preacher controlling the town, and stealing from the townspeople, is his once business partner William Maxon. He's convinced this man is also responsible for his sister's disappearance. When he learns William has Beth picked out as his next victim, Daniel knows he must do whatever it takes to make her listen to the truth. But she has no interest in hearing anything he has to say.

Faced with losing the two women he loves, Daniel is forced to choose between their freedom and the possessions and wealth he has hoarded over the years. But even if he gives it all up, he still might lose everything.

Content Warning: contains sex, strong language, and some violence



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Tell us about Indulgence & Temperance.

This is Book 2 in the Sins of the Virtuous series and discovers the sin of gluttony and the virtue of temperance.  It takes the reader on a journey of Hellfire clubs, kidnapping, laudanum addiction and a passionate love affair.  Here is the blurb:-

Would you abandon the woman you love for your own indulgence?

Beth Meridian has returned home, hoping to leave her sordid past behind her and settle into a quiet life. When her childhood friend, Hannah Raeburn, offers her a place to stay, Beth knows it won't be long until she runs into Hannah's brother, Daniel. What she doesn't expect is for him to reignite feelings deep in her heart, reminding her of the kiss they shared before she left town.

Daniel Raeburn's past is scandalous, his sinful indulgences allowing him more wealth than he could ever need. Still, he wants more, and his gluttonous appetite for wealth and women leads him to buy into a partnership at the local hellfire club.

When Hannah goes missing, Beth and Daniel follow her trail through the Australian outback. Witnessing the womanizer Daniel is, Beth flees on a cattle train headed north. Desperate to explain his actions, Daniel follows her.

Arriving in the small town of Jarvisfield, Daniel is shocked to learn that Beth is now the owner of the largest cattle company in the area. He's even more shocked to discover that the preacher controlling the town, and stealing from the townspeople, is his once business partner William Maxon. He's convinced this man is also responsible for his sister's disappearance. When he learns William has Beth picked out as his next victim, Daniel knows he must do whatever it takes to make her listen to the truth. But she has no interest in hearing anything he has to say.

Faced with losing the two women he loves, Daniel is forced to choose between their freedom and the possessions and wealth he has hoarded over the years. But even if he gives it all up, he still might lose everything.

What initially inspired you to write Indulgence & Temperance?

My idea for this book was always going to involve the sin of gluttony, but in today’s world we often think of over eating or something similar.  After some research into the origins of what the church declared as gluttony I discovered it actually meant indulging in anything to the point of waist be it food, drink, drugs or any other such possession.  I wanted to show my hero, Daniel, as a man tempted by such indulgences and then lured to a better way of life by the heroine.  Also I like linking old world drug use into this series – there was cannabis in the first book.  As for the setting, my inspiration of using the old trade route that takes the main characters from Rockhampton to Jarvisfield came from a local history book.  So the trail mentioned, including the town and hotel name is actually historically correct.

Tell us little about the characters in Indulgence & Temperance.

Daniel Raeburn comes from a very wealthy family and has lived the life of indulgence.  He buys whatever he wants and owns so many businesses he will never want for anything.  He never thought though that his chosen lifestyle would ultimately risk the lives of both his sister and the woman he loved.

Beth Meridian on the other hand comes from a very moderate lifestyle and does not see the need to own or control everything.  She returns to Rockhampton wanting nothing more than a simple life and to hide her involvement in a Hellfire club down south.  Her attraction to Daniel is reignited near immediately though.  She finds herself willing to do anything for just a moment of his time.  When she discovers the kind of lifestyle he’s involved in though, she can’t handle it and runs away.  

Daniel realizes what he’s done wrong and how he pushed her away and he follows her desperate to prove to her that he truly does care for her.

What was the hardest part of writing this book?

The hardest part of this book was defining the characters behavior of gluttony (indulging in anything to the point of waste) and ensuring it was not instead greed (possessing something because you can and usually to stop someone else from having it) – which is book 3.  Unfortunately the sins are very similar so it was a challenge to make sure my description was as accurate as possible.

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why? 

I really enjoyed writing the scene where Daniel confronts William Maxon at the rear of the hotel along the trade route.  It is a very defining part of the book for me because the hero is face to face with the man he thinks has taken his sister, but he is also trying to get his way back to Beth, who has only moments before run away from him to hide on a nearby cattle train.  Daniel is, at this single moment, put in a position to choose what is most important to him.

What are your future project(s)?

I am in the process of finishing up book 3 in the series and getting it off to the publisher.  Then it is onto the rest of the books in the series.  There should hopefully be 7 all up – one for each sin and virtue.

Is there anything else you would like to tell the readers about this book/series?

Each book in the Sins of the Virtuous series end up in the town of Jarvisfield in North Queensland, where I lived for several years.  Most of the street/road names and hotels all once existed in what is now a small cane farming and cattle farming community.




“What would you have me do? Pretend that this man chasing my sister is genuine and not some money-grabbing monster?” 

“You don’t know him,” she tried again. 

“Neither does she,” he said, his voice raised. “And neither do you.” 

She went to walk past him, following Hannah’s direction out the back of the house. He reached out, his hand on her forearm stopping her. 

“I didn’t mean to sound so harsh, Beth,” he said. “I’m sorry.” 

She nodded as if understanding. “I understand that you love your sister. So do I. I shan’t just sit back and watch her walk into a trap. Nor shall I stand by and watch as her brother robs her of a chance of what may be happiness.” 

“How dare you presume to know what I want for my sister.” 

She pulled away from him. “I dare because I grew up with you. Every time your sister wanted to do something you always had to interfere.” 

“She is naïve,” he told her. “Had I not taken control of her life, heaven knows what would have happened to her.” 

She raised her brow. “I understand you need to protect Hannah against lecherous men. That doesn’t explain why you had to be her constant chaperone when she was meeting up with me.” 

He lowered his gaze. “I needed to go with her.” 

“Do you think that I would also take advantage of your sister?” she asked. “That I have prolonged our friendship only so I might get my claws into her fortune?” 

He shook his head, his gaze cautiously rising back to hers. “I know you would do anything for my sister, Beth.” 

“Then why did you need to follow Hannah everywhere we went?” 

“I did it for you,” he whispered, the words being dragged from him. 

“What?” she asked. 

He smiled softly. “I played chaperone for my sister so I might be able to see you,” he repeated. “In the hope that you would notice me.” 

“All you ever had to do was ask,” she whispered. Approaching him, her lips gently fused to his. 

His hands went to her upper arms, pushing her away. “What are you doing?” he asked. Trying desperately to grip onto what remained of his control, he reminded himself that being here with this woman so intimately was far from appropriate. No matter how much he desired her, he couldn’t afford to succumb to such passion. Not there, and certainly not now. 

She shook off his hold, her fingers hesitantly going to the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, she began undoing them one by one. “Do you remember the last time we saw each other before I left town?” she asked. 

His hands went to hers, stilling her movements. “The image of you that day…” His words drifted off. He didn’t understand why she was acting this way with him, but he couldn’t deny that her movements were ripping at his restraint. He had always hungered for this woman, but now that she was there with him like this, he couldn’t help but wonder why. “Why did you send for me that day?” he asked, his words strained. 

“I wanted to see you before I left town,” she muttered. Shaking off his hands, she continued unbuttoning his shirt. “Do you ever wonder what would have happened had your sister not arrived?”



Come on a journey with me through 19th century North Queensland, Australia and explore the passions and hardships of unique characters.
There is corruption, deceit and murder, as well as cattle rustlers, slave traders and hell fire clubs. Explore townships of Jarvisfield and Inkerman, as well as Ravenswood and Bowen. One book even incorporates my great grandmothers cattle station 'Inkerman Downs Station'.

As well as an author, I am also the most spoilt wife in the world, and a very contented mother.
Come and discover all the passion and drama of North Queensland history with me.

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Monday, March 5, 2018

2CLLR #MondaySpotlight w/#Giveaway: Sexperiences by Dolyn Keys




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Monday Spotlight!


Sexperiences
by Dolyn Keys







Sometimes sex is good. Sometimes it’s great. Sometimes it’s downright horrible.

It is in our nature to share our stories and experiences . . . even stories of our sexual escapades. Behind every story is a mysterious desire, a provocative arousal, or an embarrassing encounter that we pretend never happened. But what about those stories that make your toes curl and are too delicious not to share? Who doesn’t like to hear the dirty details?

From the embarrassing and funny to the mind-blowing and the amazing, dig your nails into the sexy stories of sEXperiences. Everyone has a story to tell . . .



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Tell us about Sexperiences.

Sexperiences is about about a female having multiple sexual encounters. Some encounters are hot and steamy, some are laughable, and some are both.


What initially inspired you to write Sexperiences?

I’m currently dating, and the idea of writing about different men and experiences came to me one day while I was driving. 


What was the hardest part of writing this book?

I couldn’t stop laughing! It was so easy to write this book, because once my creativity kicked in the words just flowed out of me.


What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why? 

My favoritie chapter was ‘Pushy” because dating was sooooooo hard in 2017. I kept wondering what was going to happen next, or what kind of guy I was going to meet next. So, the character I made up for ‘Pushy” is exactly the kind of guy I would probably run into. 


What are your future project(s)?

I have to finish The RN Diaries Series. I also have ‘Sick Twisted Freak’ in the works. And I’m waiting to see if everyone loves reading sEXperiences as much as I LOVED writing it, and if requested by my readers I’ll def do a book II. 


Is there anything else you would like to tell the readers about this book?

There isn’t a storyline for this book. Each chapter has a different man in it. It’s written to turn you on, make you laugh, and bring back some of those ‘stored’ memories of encounters we all have. So, sit back, grab a glass of wine, and your cell phone. Because, after you read some of these stories you’re going to want to call your closest friend and laugh!








‘PUSHY’
So, at some point, you’ve got to come to terms that there aren’t any perfect men out there. However, there is a man that is perfect for you. We, as women, just have to be willing to dig through them all until we meet a man that’s worth a lifetime of our time and attention. We also have to deal with some things that we don’t want to... BLAH BLAH FUCKING BLAH! Some of that shit is true to a certain extent, but let me tell you about something that I just could not deal with.

I met Reginald while I was getting my car detailed. I was sitting under the umbrella in a lounge chair drinking a complimentary lemonade as he stared at me continuously. He was dressed in tan khakis, a light blue button down, blue blazer, and hush puppies. The square glasses he wore almost made him look like a stalker, but he spoke to me like a true gentleman.

“Is someone sitting here?” he asked as he took a seat in the lawn chair across from me.

“You are now,” I replied playfully.

Now, while Reginald was not at all my type, I was mentally subtracting the glasses, terrible serial killer attire, nervous‐ ness, and voila! He was Mr. GQ.

We sat there under the umbrella, sipping lemonade and getting to know each other. I noticed his lisp right away, but it didn’t bother me. I’d talked to a guy before that had a stut‐ ter. If I could deal with the stutter, the lisp was going to be tolerable.

The first three dates were wonderful, and I had developed quite the liking for Reggie. He’d also passed all of my requirements. Reggie was a thirty-four-year-old investment banker with no kids, a wide range of interests, a lot of money to blow, and he treated me like a lady. However, there was only one thing about him that I hadn’t checked into yet, and that was whether or not the sex was good. I mean, we’d kissed and cuddled. Hell, I even let him eat me out on the couch one night before I sent him home. We’d been all over each other. I’d felt his penis through his jeans, and from what I’d felt it was a good size. I just needed to verify if he was able to work it the way I’d imagine he could.

Reginald was a nerd to the core, pure gentleman, but dressed like he was headed to a geek convention. He even had pocket protectors to keep his button downs from getting ink stains. He wasn’t the package I’d expected my prince charming to come in. However, he was everything I needed him to be, and it was time to check that one little box off the list.

I’d invited him over to watch the Broncos and Steelers game. Men love football. We started on the couch, but we’d ended in the bedroom.
Reggie was good with his hands, his mouth was superb, and I laid there naked in bed waiting to see if he was just as good with his dick.

“How do you like it?” he whispered in my ear as he nibbled on my lobe and fondled my nipples with his fingertips.

“Any way I can get it. Just hurry up and put it in.” For fuck’s sake. I wanted this man to put my curiosity to rest. He’d surprised me on everything else, and I’d been glad that I hadn’t judged this book by its cover. However, I have to admit, I was silently praying that the sex was just as awesome as I’d imagined.

Reginald slid on the condom, and I got a look at what he had to offer. Long and thick, just as I’d felt through his clothes. When he slid between my legs my heartrate increased. He kissed me, and I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss.

He bit and pulled at my bottom lip, and though it was seduc‐ tive and sweet, my straightforwardness and anticipation wouldn’t allow me to enjoy it any longer. I broke the kiss and said, “Put me out of my misery already.”
He smirked, and reached down between the two of us. When he placed himself at my entrance, I clinched my walls, and as he slowly slid in inch by inch, I exhaled.

Each stroke was calculated, and the friction was so hypno‐ tizing I gripped his sides with my hands and pulled, wanting him as deep inside me as he could go. I gripped him as tight as I could and relished in watching his forehead wrinkle as he struggled to not moan like a bitch. I started to roll him over, get on top, and show him who was boss. But, the point was to see how well he could drive the pussy, and the ride wasn’t over yet.

I pulled my legs back as far as I could, and he grabbed both my hands and pulled them above my head. He looked me straight in my eyes and we both breathed heavily with each stroke. He sped up, and I dug my fingernails into the sheets. I was in a sex filled haze as he continued to hold my arms in place, bringing me closer to orgasm.

“Make me cum, Reginald.”

“Say please,” he replied.

Confidence. One of the things I hold in high regard in the bedroom. I thought about holding my shit together and refusing to succumb to his request, but I wanted this orgasm. So, I looked him right in the eye and said, “Please.”

He sped up, sliding into me so hard my body was slowly inching up the bed. He let my hands go and gripped the headboard, allowing him to slam into me harder and deeper.

I’d closed my eyes, and I was just about to cum when he asked, “Whose ‘pushy’ is this?”
My eyes sprang open, and my forehead wrinkled. His lisp hadn’t bothered me until he said that shit. It was the most unattractive thing he’d said to me since I’d met him. I closed my eyes again trying to bring my focus back to my orgasm. He continued to slam into me, and my body was headed back into the right direction when he said it again.

“Whose pushy is this?” he asked this time, and he accidentally spit on my cheek. He probably didn’t see it, but I sure as hell felt it.
That was it. I just looked at him. There were no wrinkles in my forehead, I was no longer turned on, and I really wanted him to get the fuck off me. I know it may sound ridiculous, but the shit sounded so goofy I almost thought I’d been fucking a cartoon character. Not to mention, he’d just showered me with bodily fluids, and it wasn’t the bodily fluids I’d signed up for.

My hands dropped from his back, and I took one of my hands and wiped the spit from my face.

“Is ‘shumthing’ the matter?”

Oh God! I thought. Now my brain was magnifying everything he said. Each word he spoke was now making him more and more unattractive.

“No. I’m fine. I just came,” I said. I thought about adding, “Aside from you showering me with a little of your saliva and speaking to me like Elmer Fudd, everything is just fine.” But he hadn’t done anything wrong. Nothing had really changed. Perhaps it was all in my head? I put my hands back onto his back, and gave him a slight smile and told him to cum.
I was really trying to hold on so that he could get off, but if he’d have asked me one more time about my ‘pushy’ I wasn’t going to be able to take it.

He finally came, and I was relieved. He pulled himself from me, and got up to go into the bedroom. Not wanting him to try and stay and cuddle, I immediately let him know I had a lot to do. Which is code for please leave.
I lay sprawled across the bed and hit him with the classic, “So, what are you about to do.”
He didn’t say anything. He grabbed his pants and stepped into them. Perhaps he was waiting on me to say something else, but I didn’t.

When he realized I wasn’t, he spoke, “I know what that means. Just tell me, is that all you wanted from me. Just to fuck? Because we could have gotten that shit out of the way a long time ago.”

I chewed the inside of my lip. I thought about my response. If I said yes, that made me a terrible person, but it could’ve easily gotten rid of him. If I said no, I ran the risk of him asking to stay and calling me again. So, what did I do? I pulled out my man persona and vaguely answered the ques‐ tion so that he would get the fuck out.

“I’m just tired, and I have a lot to do. Is that a problem?” Men love to answer the question without answering the question. The smarter ones even ask a question to put the ball back in your court so they don’t feel bad. That was me in this case.

“No, not a problem.” He finished getting dressed, and grabbed his jacket and keys. Then he walked over to the bed and kissed me on the cheek. “Call me when you get done.”

Let’s not forget that Reggie was no dumbass either. He threw the ball back into my court again. If I said okay, and then call, it means I want to continue. If I say I’m going to call, but I don’t, it makes me an asshole. So, I didn’t say whether I would or not. I simply replied, “Have a good night.”

I lay there in the bed covered with my sheet until I heard the door close. When I heard the confirmation that he was gone, I sprang out of bed to lock the door. I went into the bath‐ room and turned the shower on. I stood there in the mirror looking at myself. I covered my mouth with my hand as I shook my head, and then I simply couldn’t resist repeating the statement that stopped my orgasm dead in its tracks.

“Whose pushy is this?” I laughed to myself a little as I shook my head. Then, I grabbed a wash cloth from my cabinet and stepped into the shower to wash ‘my pushy’.






Author Dolyn Keys is a writer of sexy, romantic, and suspenseful novels with a hint of comedy. She brings characters to life through her writing, who often mimic much of her personality: BLUNT, SEXY, CLASSY, and a little CRAZY! Dolyn is a registered nurse, whose career inspired her first published series The RN Diaries. She describes writing as a way to express herself. Dolyn lets her imagination run wild while entertaining her readers and reaching them on personal levels with plot twists, daring characters, and excitement. Her inspiration comes from being an avid reader of erotic novels. From there, she decided that it was time to make a change from being a reader to being a writer, and she’s now dazzling the world with her racy and whimsical stories. 

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Wednesday, February 28, 2018

2CLLR #WednesdaySpotlight w/Giveaway: The Governess Next Door by Nina Mason



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The Governess Next Door
by Nina Mason








A decade ago, Raphael Brontë, a cousin to the Brontës of literary fame, sold his heart to a wealthy French Countess, whose patronage allowed him to pursue his dream of becoming an important painter. Now that she is dead, he fears he lacks the capacity to love—which is just as well, since he must forfeit the fortune she bequeathed him if ever he chooses to marry.

Prudence Middleton, a proper English governess, abandoned her dreams of finding happiness in marriage when her father’s desertion forced her to work for a living—to support herself as well as her mother and sister back home. Now, she is on her way to France to prepare a willful young woman for her debut—a task that seems as hopeless as ever escaping her lonely and degrading existence. Unless, of course, she meets a man who has money, along with all the other noble qualities she desires in a husband. 

When the handsome, charming, and wealthy Count in a neighboring chateau takes an interest in her, she begins to believe her prayers have been answered—until she learns Lord Brontë has a secret He is not, says her ruthless coquette of a pupil, what he appears to be.

When forced to choose between her heart’s desire and her duty to her dependent relations, which will Prudence put first? Or will she find a way to have it all?




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Tell us about The Governess Next Door.

The Governess Next Door is the first in a new romantic historical series titled The Bronte Brothers. The brothers featured in the four books are the fictitious cousins of the Bronte sisters of literary fame. The stories are set around 1850, at the height of the Age of Romanticism, and are inspired by the works of the Bronte sisters.
  
What initially inspired you to write The Governess Next Door?

My idea was to write books in the style of an inspired by the works of the Bronte Sisters. Governess, inspired by Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte, tells of the romance between an English painter living in France and the governess who comes to tutor the headstrong young woman in the chateau next door in the social graces in preparation for her debutante ball.


Tell us little about the characters in The Governess Next Door.

The hero is Raphael “Raphe” Bronte, a struggling English painter who has lived unhappily for the past ten years with his wealthy patroness. When the countess dies, she gives him lifetime residency in her chateau as long as he doesn’t marry.

The heroine is Prudence Middleton, who is forced to work as a governess to support her mother and sister after her father abandoned his family for his mistress. The only way she can escape her hateful life is to marry for money--but she also wants to marry for love.

The anti-heroine is Lady Angelique, the spoiled and selfish girl Prudence has been hired to improve. The anti-hero is Lucien, the nephew of Raphe’s dead patroness, who wants his aunt’s fortune for himself.   

What was the hardest part of writing this book?

Making the story both true to Victorian times and accessible for modern readers. I do a tremendous amount of research for all my books and Governess was no exception.

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?

Originally, I released the book under the title Jane Grey, and then re-released it with a new title, cover, and several revisions that tightened the story and brought the romance forward. One of the scenes I wrote for the new version is one of my favorites. In it, Raphe, who is giving Prudence and Angelique drawing lessons, poses privately for Prudence in the nude. In the scene, she struggles with her attraction to him while attempting to draw him. 

What are your future project(s)?

I have two books coming out in the next few months. The first is The Captain of Her Fate, the first in yet another new series titled The Other Bennet Sisters. Captain is set in the Regency period and tells of the romance between a crippled former Navy Captain who distrusts women and a young woman desperate to marry anyone other than the odious cousin her abusive father has arranged for her to marry. The Captain of Her Fate will release on March 20 and is currently available for pre-order on Amazon.

The second book is the fourth and final installment in a paranormal/fantasy series titled Knights of the Tarot. The last book, titled Knight of Swords, will release on May 15. At present, I’m still writing it.





Prudence surveyed the group of paintings before her with awe. They were nothing short of brilliant, one and all. He’d revealed them to her, canvas by canvas, with one notable exception: his work in progress, which remained under a sheet on his easel.

“They’re wonderful, Raphe. Truly. I’m extremely impressed.”

As she wandered over to examine more closely the large canvas he’d propped atop the mantle shelf, Angelique’s hint whispered in her ear, threatening to wreck her happiness.

He’s not what he pretends to be.

Pushing the thought from her head, she examined the painting, which depicted a young woman in a purple dress. There were flowers at her feet—symbols no doubt, but representing what? The end of spring? The end of innocence? Perhaps the girl was about to get married and the flowers represented the maidenhood and family she was leaving behind. Only on closer inspection did Prudence notice the second figure—a man, hidden in the shadows, with his head bent over the woman’s left hand.

“What’s the story behind this one?”

Raphe came up behind her and looked over her shoulder. “I call it The Miller’s Daughter, after the poem I recited for you just now in the parlor.”

Prudence smiled. Her instincts had been correct, for the poem told of a young couple’s wedding. “Does the painting also have a deeper significance?”

“It does, you clever girl. It’s meant to represent how difficult it is to marry for love when so many pressures are put upon us by society and other people.”

His statement struck a dissonant chord within her. “Did you know Lord Deveraux has you in mind for Lady Angelique’s husband?”

“I suspected he might.”

Despite her great fear of the answer, she asked, “Is there any chance he’ll get his wish?”

“Not if she marries me, he won’t.”

Puzzled by his answer, she turned to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He walked to the window and looked out, hands clasped behind his back. After a painful few moments of silence, he said, “There’s something I haven’t told you…because…well, because I was afraid if you knew, you wouldn’t want me.”

Fear swelled within Prudence. It was the secret to which he referred. It had to be. Pulse racing, mouth dry, she said, “Well, don’t leave me dangling in the wind, Raphael. What is it you haven’t told me?”

After an unbearable silence, he said, “Fabienne and I were never married, she only told people we were for appearance’s sake. And after she died, I saw no reason to give up the charade.”

“And…?”

“And, therefore, I had no legal claim on her estate when she passed on. Hours before her death, she changed her will, leaving me life tenancy at Coeur Brisé and an income sufficient to support myself and the estate. But there was a condition attached to her bequest. Everything would go to Lucien if I ever took a wife.”

She turned away from him, hurt and angry. “And you pursued me, knowing this? And almost compromised me, discerning full well you could never offer me marriage? Oh, Raphe. How could you?”

 “How could I not when I knew, almost from the moment we met, that you were the sort of woman I could fall in love with?”

“I could strike you,” she let escape like steam from a boiling kettle. “So help me God, I really could do violence to you right now.”

“Then do, if it would make you feel better. But please, hear me out. Because there are two paths still open to us—if you will only keep an open mind.”

Prudence, her mouth pinched, regarded him warily. “I will not be your mistress, if that is what you are thinking.”

He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I stand ready to confess that it is—and I do wish you’d listen. For one, there is not the same stigma attached to kept women here in France as there is in England. And for another, I could support you in style. Just think of it, Prudence. You could give up governessing and live like a countess—and there would still be plenty left to send back to England for your mother and sister. And, best of all, we could be together as man and wife in all but the eyes of the law.”

“And therein lies the problem,” she said. “While it may be true that mistresses are looked upon with more favor here in France, my family is in England. How could I ever face my mother and sister after being your whore?”

Fire flashed in his eyes. “Don’t say that. Never say that. You would not be my whore. You would be my wife…in everything but name.”

Prudence would not hear his arguments. Living in sin with him was absolutely out of the question, however much gilt he might apply to the indecent arrangement. “And when you grew tired of me? What then? I could not return to governessing…or thrust my disgrace upon my family. My only option, therefore, would be to go into another gentleman’s bed. To whore myself for my very survival. And who but you would have me for his mistress when I am plain and skinny and flat-chested?”

“You are beautiful to me, Prudence—and I would never grow tired of you, so you have nothing to fear in that regard.”

“And if you died, Raphe? What then? How would I support myself? What line of work would be open to me except to be a whore in some filthy brothel where the patrons didn’t give a fig who they rutted atop so long as she had a quim?”

“Stop this,” he cried, tearing at his face. “Please, you are breaking my heart.”

“No more than you have broken mine, you selfish bastard!”

Flinging herself at him, she began to beat upon him with her fists. She felt as though there was a cyclone whirling inside her, a spiraling tempest powerful enough to strip away what little remained of her hope and dignity. She would never escape governessing now. She would never know the love of a husband—nor have children of her own. She would die a dried-up old spinster whose spirit had been beaten down little by little until nothing was left but an empty shell.




Nina Mason is an incurable romantic who strives to write love stories that entertain and edify. A research fanatic, she goes to great lengths to ensure the locations and time periods in her books are accurately portrayed (and thanks the Powers That Be for the internet). Born and raised in Southern California, Ms. Mason lived in Oregon briefly before moving to Georgia, where she lives with her husband, daughter, two cats, and a Westie named Robert. When she isn’t writing, she makes historic dolls, fairy babies, and putters in her ever-expanding garden.

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