Victor did not expect to sacrifice his night by offering limitless pleasure to an untried virgin, yet little did he realise the pleasure which awaited him in return.
The rumour of a manor housing mindless pleasure is too much temptation for this young maiden to ignore. Lady Margaret knew her father would choose her a suitor soon, but how could she find passion with a man twice her age? With the fear she would never experience anything with her husband other than her duty of providing him an heir, she set out for Goodrich Hall, a whispered about mystery of the ton. Propriety and good sense be damned, she would not die without experiencing the pleasure a real man could offer!
As soon as the young maiden entered the Hall, Victor knew he would have her. Her masked face and barely there silks, which clung to her with a lust of their own, sent a rush of need through his body. It was not until she melted against him later, her passion fully stated, did he realise she was more to him than he first thought.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of F/F intimacy and observations of group sex.
General Release Date: 1st October 2012
Letter to Lady Belfort from Lady Margaret, 24th of June 1803
Dearest Claire,
I am relieved to have received your latest correspondence announcing your happy marriage to Lord Belfort. From your letters, I can tell he is a pleasing husband and one whom you love beyond reproach. I am truly joyful for your happiness. I, myself, can only dream of finding a husband who will cherish me as yours does you.
I must confess, since my journey to London with my parents last month, I have found the life here rather dreary. While mother entertains ladies who are accompanied by their unwed daughters, I find I have little in common with the women and, in truth, find their company rather vexing.
I must take you into my tightest confidence by announcing I have heard of a club, which meets once a month at Goodrich Hall, a short carriage ride south of London. This estate, leased out by an unknown source, is known to permit its guests to do the wickedest of things! It is said to hold a masked ball on a different date each month, allowing patrons to attend and participate in mischievous undertakings, yet ensuring their identities remain hidden.
As you are my dearest friend, I will confess I have learned of the date for this month’s ball and have decided to attend. Please do not fret for my safety, as I will indeed wear a mask to ensure my reputation remains intact.
I hope you do not mark me irresponsible in my decision, but I fear this is something I must do. Gentlemen have begun to court me and none of them strike my fancy. Father’s patience is wearing thin with my lack of interest when it comes to finding a husband, and I know he will take matters into his own hands soon. Therefore, if I am to be wed to a man who does not ignite my passions as your husband does yours, I must seek to fulfil these passions elsewhere. It is my sincerest hope you will understand this.
I will write again soon.
Your dearest friend, Margaret.
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Goodrich Hall, 26th of June 1803
Margaret took a shallow breath, pulling her coat tighter against the chill that swept in as the door of her hired hack opened. In a hasty moment, she allowed her thoughts to go to a place of censure and doubt. She could do this. She wanted to do this, didn’t she?
Margaret shook her head, knowing she wanted this, more so, strangely, than she had ever wanted anything else in her life.
Taking the hand of the well—dressed footman, she descended the steps of the unsteady carriage. She gazed up at the sprawling estate house and knew there was a high chance she would encounter nobles she knew, or knew of, tonight. Yet, the idea of anonymity made her heart flutter with anticipation. The suggestion that others of her class shared the desire to express their carnal needs and interests made moisture flow to her cunt with arousal.
Yes, she was a lady of breeding and wealth, but she was not the na�ve child her parents thought she was. She had never been reluctant to lean against doors or peer through narrow keyholes. Margaret knew far more than the average lady of nine and ten—tonight she planned to witness and experience it all first-hand.
Margaret nodded to the footman and approached the house. Her slippered feet moved silently against the stone steps as she ascended. Another footman opened the manor doors and she entered the now—deserted but well—used lobby. A vase of lilies sat on a side table, permeating the air with their sweetness, which masked the smoky odour of the few burning candles scattered about the room.
"May I take your coat, miss?"
Living in the remote part of Australia called the Northern Territory, Danielle conforms to the typical Aussie persona. That is, if you think the typical Aussie sits around the BBQ with a beer in hand, dressed in a singlet, shorts and 'pluggers' (rubber thongs) thinking nothing of the 35 degree celsius heat with 100% humidity and ignoring the snapping handbags (saltwater crocodiles) swimming nearby. Yep, Danielle is certainly that typical Aussie on weekends, but during the week, she is somewhat different.
Transporting herself to a place of history, intrigue and fornication, Danielle writes historicals laced in scandal, lust and desire, with no thought to propriety or what's socially considered 'proper'. She adores the handsome rogue or the wild rake that refuses to acknowledge to the possibility of love or monogamy. What woman doesn't like the allure of the wanton tempter, with his tightly fitted breeches and devilish smile? *swoons!*
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After reading the first book in this series, I had to read the second and was not disappointed. Lady Margret, although a virgin, is lured by the rumours pleasures of Goodrich hall. I love the bead...
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