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A Haughty Courtesan
Releasing 1/ July/ 2019
Excerpt 1 (Steamy)
“Leave the stockings and come here,” he commanded.
She approached him on unsure feet. He tugged her into his lap and adjusted her legs on either side of his thighs.
He opened his legs slowly and stretched her wide open. She became unbalanced when her thighs strained to their limits and braced herself by placing her palms on his chest.
She looked down at her weeping cunt and found all her lady parts on display.
She was so intent on observing her own vulnerability that she missed when he raised his hands and held her by her waist.
“Put your hands around my neck,” he said huskily.
She looked up and met his eyes. She saw concern in his eyes, but how can this be possible?
Why would he care if a courtesan was comfortable or not?
He dug his fingers into her skin to emphasize his point and she did as he asked without breaking eye contact with him.
A few stray locks of onyx hair fell on her face and he tucked it behind her ear with gentle
hands. He leaned his head towards her mouth, and she turned her head away.
“I don’t kiss my customers, my lord.”
A cry tore from her throat as three fingers speared into her suddenly. He curled his fingers and plunged them in and out, hard and fast until the ache in her swollen cunny was replaced with raw pleasure. She started moaning loudly as pleasure swept her body into its realm of wickedness
Excerpt 2
The promise of wicked things in her voice was intoxicating.
“The feeling is mutual, my lady,” he said breathily. “I would hate to disappoint an ethereal goddess like you.”
She raised a brow and flashed him a grin that nearly brought him to his knees.
“I only hope the man behind the mask of the devil is as handsome as his words are beautiful.”
She winked and abruptly turned her back on him. He watched her walk away from him with her hips swaying from side to side to an unsung melody. She had woven a web of lust
and desire so tightly, he could not speak nor move an inch from his place.
“One last question before you depart,” he called after her. She halted and slightly turned her head to a side. “Is the dress intentionally red as a pomegranate or is it a coincidence?”
She smiled wickedly before looking at him over her shoulder. His heart stopped beating and a haze of lust surrounded his mind when he witnessed her eyes darkening a shade.
“You tell me, my lord. The dress attracted the devil from the underworld.”
BLURB
Rose is a proud and egotistical courtesan. She has a reputation of exacting her revenge on those who dare to cross her or put her in a bad mood. Still, her flawless beauty and skills at her trade make her the most sought-after courtesan in Madam Dustin’s brothel. As skilled as she is, she is unprepared for the moment Lord William Clifford makes his presence known and shakes the very foundation of her life.
Lord William Clifford agrees to attend a masquerade ball at Madam Dustin’s brothel with his life-long friend, Lord Robert Tyne with no intention of partaking of any services offered. His thoughts and emotions are strained when the most beautiful woman he’s ever encountered walks into the room. With one look from her, his life is thrown into chaos by a thunderbolt of emotions; something much stronger than lust.
Publisher’s Note: This historical romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of adult themes, sensual scenes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Excerpt 1 (Steamy)
“Leave the stockings and come here,” he commanded.
She approached him on unsure feet. He tugged her into his lap and adjusted her legs on either side of his thighs.
He opened his legs slowly and stretched her wide open. She became unbalanced when her thighs strained to their limits and braced herself by placing her palms on his chest.
She looked down at her weeping cunt and found all her lady parts on display.
She was so intent on observing her own vulnerability that she missed when he raised his hands and held her by her waist.
“Put your hands around my neck,” he said huskily.
She looked up and met his eyes. She saw concern in his eyes, but how can this be possible?
Why would he care if a courtesan was comfortable or not?
He dug his fingers into her skin to emphasize his point and she did as he asked without breaking eye contact with him.
A few stray locks of onyx hair fell on her face and he tucked it behind her ear with gentle
hands. He leaned his head towards her mouth, and she turned her head away.
“I don’t kiss my customers, my lord.”
A cry tore from her throat as three fingers speared into her suddenly. He curled his fingers and plunged them in and out, hard and fast until the ache in her swollen cunny was replaced with raw pleasure. She started moaning loudly as pleasure swept her body into its realm of wickedness
Excerpt 2
The promise of wicked things in her voice was intoxicating.
“The feeling is mutual, my lady,” he said breathily. “I would hate to disappoint an ethereal goddess like you.”
She raised a brow and flashed him a grin that nearly brought him to his knees.
“I only hope the man behind the mask of the devil is as handsome as his words are beautiful.”
She winked and abruptly turned her back on him. He watched her walk away from him with her hips swaying from side to side to an unsung melody. She had woven a web of lust
and desire so tightly, he could not speak nor move an inch from his place.
“One last question before you depart,” he called after her. She halted and slightly turned her head to a side. “Is the dress intentionally red as a pomegranate or is it a coincidence?”
She smiled wickedly before looking at him over her shoulder. His heart stopped beating and a haze of lust surrounded his mind when he witnessed her eyes darkening a shade.
“You tell me, my lord. The dress attracted the devil from the underworld.”
BLURB
Rose is a proud and egotistical courtesan. She has a reputation of exacting her revenge on those who dare to cross her or put her in a bad mood. Still, her flawless beauty and skills at her trade make her the most sought-after courtesan in Madam Dustin’s brothel. As skilled as she is, she is unprepared for the moment Lord William Clifford makes his presence known and shakes the very foundation of her life.
Lord William Clifford agrees to attend a masquerade ball at Madam Dustin’s brothel with his life-long friend, Lord Robert Tyne with no intention of partaking of any services offered. His thoughts and emotions are strained when the most beautiful woman he’s ever encountered walks into the room. With one look from her, his life is thrown into chaos by a thunderbolt of emotions; something much stronger than lust.
Publisher’s Note: This historical romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of adult themes, sensual scenes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
