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A novella length Regency period M/F with a Female Domme… wanna read more?
A widow who likes to control. An earl with no time for innocence. A relationship bound by dark needs and subversive desires set in the glittering world of Regency England.
Lord Gareth Osborne is a wealthy earl in need of a wife, but the insipid debutantes he encounters do not fulfil the darkest fantasies of his soul. He fears that it will be impossible to find a woman who will satisfy his needs and make a suitable companion, until he meets the sensual, self-assured Eleanor.
Lady Eleanor Rossette is newly widowed, though not unhappily so. Her marriage put her into the hands of an abusive, controlling man, and Eleanor knows she will never surrender her control again. She yearns for a strong, passionate man who will yield to her in the bedroom, and she wants that man to be Lord Osborne…
“Thank you for bringing me into the night air, my lord. Would you be so kind as to fetch me a glass of punch?” Eleanor smiled as prettily as possible and watched the Viscount’s face crumple. The punch was on the other side of the ballroom.
But good manners dictated that he retrieve it for her and being a widow, Eleanor was free to be alone.
“Of course, my lady.”
She watched the young lord scurry off and took a deep breath as she walked out towards the gardens. There was beauty to be found everywhere, even in London.
“You got rid of the whelp, I see.”
Eleanor smiled and wrapped her arms around herself. His voice sent shivers racing across her skin. She could only imagine what his lips might do.
“That is not kind, Gareth.”
She kept her eyes fixed ahead and used the rest of her senses to reach out to him. His swift intake of breath made her smile again.
“Why do you call me Gareth?”
She turned at this and felt her stomach leap. His black eyes were ablaze with passion for her. She had not been wrong about him.
“That is your name, is it not?” She dropped her arms to her sides and allowed her figure to be easily appraised. His eyes didn’t waver from hers. He stared into her eyes and that pleased her greatly.
“No one calls me Gareth, not even my parents.”
His confusion was clear, and triumph filled her. Shock was a new emotion to the man in front of her. Good.
“Gareth, you may call me Eleanor if it would make you feel more comfortable.”
She smiled again, unable to stop herself. Fun was a new aspect in her life and she intended to keep it.
“Eleanor, come home with me.”
The look of shock on Gareth’s face made her wonder if he had even registered the words in his brain before they spilled from his lips.He then clenched his jaw and raised his head a fraction. He may not have meant to speak aloud, but it was clear to Eleanor that he had meant what he had said.
She couldn’t go home with him. Not yet. Her future happiness with this man depended on him wanting to keep her for more than one night.
“Ask me again next time we meet,” she whispered, putting all of her longing into her eyes, allowing him to see how much she wanted him.
He growled in response and took a step towards her.
Her stomach dropped in anticipation of his action. Would he kiss her right here on the balcony?
As though she had planned it to stop his advance, the Viscount stepped out onto the balcony with her drink.
“My lady.” He half bowed as he rushed the glass to her fingertips.
Eleanor smiled in thanks and drank the cold liquid in one gulp. Her throat was sore and dry – when had that happened?
“My lord.” The viscount bowed in greeting to Gareth and stepped closer to her side.
Eleanor smothered her smile and looked up again at her chosen mate.
Gareth inclined his head and she curtsied low. “I hope you are feeling better soon, Lady Rossette.”
She watched him walk away and found herself wishing that their courtship was already over. She had to tread so carefully, build their relationship up to how it should be. Yet she wanted nothing except a life with that man. She was so impatient she could scream.
Releases November 1st 2013
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