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Sensual Awakening
Anxious to save her brother from debtor's prison, Helena Winsome agrees to find proof that the Duke of Greybrooke is a traitor. Well aware of his wicked ways, she takes on the guise of a demure governess. But his smoldering sensuality overwhelms her--as does his vow to make her his lover, a scandalous promise that leaves her weak with desire. . .
Sexual Seduction
Darkly handsome and powerfully seductive, the Duke of Greybrooke is a man of deep passion. When the lovely Miss Helena Winsome turns down an offer to become his mistress, Grey takes on the challenge. He'll expose Helena to the erotic thrill of carnal pleasure and tease her senses until all she can do is beg for more. . .
Excerpt:
Watching
the children to ensure they stayed at their work, Helena led the duke
into the nursery room, and stopped in between the two rows of neat
little beds.
Even
this—just being alone with him in this room—could see her cast
out of her job without a character. A few moments alone could ruin
her forever. But she had to take the risk.
The
moment she closed the door behind her, he clasped her hand and turned
her, and before she had a chance to be prepared, he raised her bent
fingers to his lips. “Beautiful hands.”
She
tried to pull her hand free but she couldn’t. He gently brushed his
mouth over her fingers. A jolt, like a strike of lightning, leapt
through her body from her hand. “How can you know? I’m wearing
gloves.”
He
kissed each finger, making her shoulders quiver with the sheer
thrilling sensation rushing through her. “I love slender hands that
are small and nimble. These hands dry tears, wipe noses, show
children how to form their letters and numbers. These hands forge
futures, and that is more than mine have ever done. The only useful
thing my fingers have done is tweak nipples and stroke cunnies until
ladies scream.”
“Your
Grace.” Her tone was one of severe reprimand. But his words about
her
hands had been so sweet, she was stunned.
“All
right, my dear. I won’t say anything naughty. Disappointed?”
His
index finger rested on her chin. He lifted it slightly, and she
tipped her face up. Then she realized she’d obeyed him, and she
jerked back. But now she couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. They
were the most beautiful green—this close she could see that his
irises were emerald but rimmed in gold, like priceless jewels in a
precious setting.
His
lower lip was lush and full, softening now into a seductive pout.
“Why
did you come here?” she said desperately.
“I
came to apologize. But I have to admit, there is something about you
that goads me into behaving like a devil. I know I should keep away
from you. My tastes are too dark for a sweet, innocent woman like
you.”
He
spoke as if she were the one in the wrong—for simply being decent.
“I take it you mean the riding crops and spanking? I cannot imagine
what such things have to do with love affairs. Your tastes are
too—too inappropriate for any
lady, I think. Really, Your Grace, should you not try to behave
your—?”
She
stopped. Her tongue had raced away on her. To save her family, she
was supposed to flirt with him. To get into his house, she must
encourage him.
“You’ve
done it again. Insulted me and yet intrigued me.” A slow smile came
to his lips, and as it lazily unfurled for her, she felt her knees
wobble. “Now you see my problem. You should be untouchable for a
man such as me—too proper, too respectable, too decent. Yet I have
to have you. At any price.”
Excerpt
from Deeply in You, ©2014 Sharon Page
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