Though they only have one letter in common, love and lust are more closely related than you would imagine.
The large, sprawling and stoic structure, known as Fairleigh House, hasn’t changed in the last century or more; certainly not in the last twenty years since Vaughn Wardell, Viscount Rothmere and only heir to the Marquis of Fairleigh, had last set eyes on it. The sight of his childhood home that he left at the tender age of five to spend the next twelve years in one private college or another didn’t evoke happy childhood memories that most people cherish, but the occasional flash of unhappiness now weaned its way into his thoughts; he hated this place. Constantly reminding himself that he was here on a mission that would secure his future, he squelched nausea that caused the hatred, revulsion, and repulsion to rise in his throat and spew forth like a vomit, too long dormant.
Lord Rufus Wardell, Vaughn’s father, never really liked his son. The reasons for this dislike are his and his alone but the marks of these feelings have left a permanent scar on the boy; now a young man at age twenty-four. Lord Rufus will soon take a new bride and be a new threat to the property destined to go to Vaughn and his task is to stop it.
The precarious position of women, even those landed and titled, was disgustingly obvious in England. King William IV reigns now but over a scant few years his daughter and only heir will ascend the thrown as Victoria and make her mark on England and the rest of the world for the remainder of the nineteenth century, but the position of women in this society will remain frustratingly the same.
Lust at first sight, it does happen but this match is one you won’t likely forget anytime soon. Caught in a trap, Elisa has no other way out. Already condemned and ridiculed by the ton, forgiveness or forget are hardly a reality so she can only bear the burden of shame and try to protect her son, Raymond. The constant, persistent, and tenacious efforts by Vaughn to break through her shaky defenses make her life and position in this house and society almost unbearable.
After reading reviews of other readers (almost exclusively women), I sense a feeling, not unlike the socially powerful men and women of the time, that were fast to condemn her for both her actions and inactions. I prefer to see her as a woman. Alone, scared, vulnerable, and helpless, she did what so many others would do; she followed her heart and exercised her passions.
Alas, to be a landed gentleman of leisure in this age of overindulgence and when the mere sight of a lady’s well-turned ankle would light a flame of unfathomable desire. The sight of the ultimate prize would be increased tenfold. There is much to be said, from a male standpoint, about Victorian England.
This is the result of a long-distance collaboration that took years to successfully and satisfactorily complete. This book is classified as a historical romance with piqué graphically hot and explicit scenes of passion, lust, and love. The forbidden romance builds like a symphonic movement, toward a choler but inevitable crescendo. This story is the child of two mothers and proves to be different. The double feminine effort is sure to double your fun.