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Tuesday, 11 December 2018

Christmas trees, a Yule log and Christmas Crackers. Three Christmas traditions explained #Christmas #romance #tradition #kindleunlimited


The Christmas Tree



Perhaps the most well-known symbol of Christmas. It has its roots in the pagan practice of bringing a tree into the home and decorating it with dried food to feed the spirits. 16th Century German preacher, Martin Luther adopted the tradition after walking through a forest at night. He looked up and saw the stars twinkling through the branches. He claimed it reminded him of Jesus who left the stars and came to earth.
When he brought a tree into his church and decorated it, the modern Christmas tree was born.

The Yule Log

Again, this has its roots in the Pagan celebration of the solstice. 
People would find a suitable tree, bring it home, and burn it over the solstice. Oak is the traditional wood used as a Yule log. Burning oak brings healing, strength and wisdom into the home.
If you use Pine your home will enjoy prosperity and grow. A Holly log will inspire visions while Birch, which is traditionally used in Scotland signifies new beginnings. Other woods have different properties. Ash brings protection, prosperity, and health while Aspen gives understanding of the grand design
In a throwback to pagan origins, burning a Willow Yule log is asking the Goddess for help achieving your desires.

The modern take on this is  a rich, chocolate covered cake decorated to resemble a wooden log. 

Christmas Crackers - a British Tradition to make you groan.


Ask any child “What’s the most important thing about Christmas?”
They’ll tell you “Presents.”
In 1847 Tom Smith created a novel way of giving small, surprise gifts. Imagine an oversize sweet paper, brightly colored and about a foot long. Inside there’s a small gift. It can be anything from a cheap plastic fortune telling fish to a pearl necklace. It depends how much you pay for your cracker. There’s a bad joke, designed to make everyone groan, and a paper crown.
The cracker gets its name from the added snap. It’s a long, slim piece of paper treated to come apart with bang when pulled from both ends. Sadly, this means crackers are prohibited on American planes.
Want some examples of “bad” cracker jokes?

What does Santa suffer from if he gets stuck in a chimney?
Claustrophobia.

What do they sing on a snowman’s birthday?
Freeze a jolly good fellow.

What’s a dog’s favorite carol?
Bark the Herald angels sing.

Can you imagine a Christmas without the traditional celebrations? That’s what Abigail’s endured for years. Now she’s a respected schoolteacher who makes Christmas special for her class. She’s always dreamed of someone making it special for her.

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Blurb

Christmas sucks. No family. No tree. No decorations.
Abigail Montgomery lives for her regular visit to Masked Nights BDSM club. Thanks to her great-aunt’s will, she needs to abandon her spanking lifestyle and find a husband—fast.
Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former, Marine, cold-blooded sniper, and occasional Dom, needs $125,000. Without it, Mobsters will murder his family. His solution – marry Abigail for her money. 

Jared plans to hunt down the mobsters then reimburse Abigail. Together they face extortion, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder. Along the way, Jared steals Abigail’s heart, but she’d promised him a divorce after two years. 

Will Jared walk away? Or can he work some Christmas magic and make their relationship real?

A stand alone romance and Book One of the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Trilogy



Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons. 

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. When it comes to Regency Romance, her heroes are brooding survivors of Waterloo. 

Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.


Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual. 

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Friday, 7 December 2018

Meet a Brigade Major Lord Rothbury, a soldier in Wellington's army #regency #romance #waterloo #herbalist #1815 #excerpt

Trouble's coming.
Trouble's coming.

Napoleon has escaped Elba.
 The allies are amassing an army in Brussels, Brigade Major, Lord Rothbury among them.

 Like so many others, he put his personal life aside to fight for his country.

Afterward, he'd have to deal with his scandalous past, his sister's future, and woman he loved but couldn't marry.

Good afternoon, Brigade Major.Do have a glass of wine and join me. Can you tell me a little about your history? 

Really? You need to ask? I thought everyone in London knew my story.
I came up to town as a young cub and fell in love with a dashing widow, Lady Lavinia. She let me court her – and spend my allowance on her – then she met my father.
He was older, richer, and more worldly wise. He was also dumb enough to marry her. 
I embarrassed the pair of them, sulking and telling everyone how badly the pair of them had treated me. So so my father packed me off to fight in the Peninsula war.
 I grew up the first time we faced enemy troops. I made some good friends there, but I will never marry. There's a woman who fascinates me, but marriage isn't on the cards for me. 
Besides, my father bankrupted the estate, lavishing jewels and pretty gowns on his new wife. I inherited it a few years ago, but he left me nothing but debts. He’d even spent my sisters’ dowries.

You mentioned a woman you loved but couldn't marry. Will you tell me about her?
Beth’s a serving girl, so beautiful she dazzles me. She breaks rules on a whim and has an imagination you wouldn’t believe. She tried to tell me she was an heiress once. As if. No heiress would wear clothes as threadbare as hers. She’s lusty too. The first time we met… Ah, but a gentleman never kisses and tells.

So, once Napoleon's defeated, what will you do?
 Wellington recalled me to his staff once the trouble started. I never expected to see Beth again when I sailed to Belgium. Only, like so many members of the ton, her employers decided to spend the summer in Brussels. The fools think war’s a game.
Once the battle’s won, I need to marry money. It's the only way I can afford to launch my sisters into society. Lavinia squandered the family fortune after she married my father. I blame myself for that. If I hadn't fallen for her, she'd never have got her claws into my father.
My sisters deserve better than to live in genteel poverty. It’s tearing me apart, having to decide between bettering their future and running off with Beth.

Do you expect Beth to help you, or to cause problems?
Beth’s a problem, all right. The first time we met, I saved her from Lavinia’s new husband. He’s a drunken sot who beds any whore who comes his way.
 Later, in Belgium,  I rescued her from two troopers. God knows what would have happened if I hadn’t come along, but they’d have hurt her. Badly. They’d tricked her into going with them. She knows herb law and healing, you see. 
The silly chit sneaked out after midnight to heal their wounded comrade. Thank goodness I heard her scream. I soon spanked some sense into her.

If money were no problem, where would you like to live?
I’d moved back to the family estate and repair the damage my father did. Instead, I’ve sold it to finance my sisters’ first season. That leaves me with nothing, but since I introduced Lavinia to my father, that’s exactly what I deserve.

What’s your best talent? And can you use to earn a living after the coming battle?
I’m an exploring officer in Wellington’s army. I’m good at rooting out enemy positions. 
When I’m in London, I shoot at Manton’s Gallary. I’m a crack shot, and he gives me a discount. He says others come to watch me and learn. I try to help them if I can, but I don’t suffer fools gladly.

What’s your favorite food?
Anything well-flavored that’s not cooked over a campfire. Roast beef is one of my favorites, but I’ve learned to eat whatever’s set before me. I guess that applies to my life too.

With that, Brigade Major Lord Rothbury finished his claret and left. 


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Blurb of Wickedly Used

While he is no stranger to pleasurable company from ladies of the night, Major Richard Rothbury of the royal dragoons is not the kind of man who will stand idly by as a woman is taken against her will, and when he witnesses a disreputable cad attempting to force himself on a girl in a back alley, he does not hesitate to intervene.

But after the grateful young woman offers herself to Rothbury, he is shocked to discover that not only was she no harlot, she was a maiden and he has deflowered her. Furious at the girl's scandalous behavior and her carelessness with her own safety, Rothbury chastises her soundly.

Though she is due to inherit one of the largest fortunes in England, the fact that she cannot touch the money until she marries or turns thirty has kept Elizabeth completely at the mercy of her cruel uncle, and for years she has been treated as if she were a servant. Her encounter with Lord Rothbury is by far the most exciting thing that has ever happened to her, but while he shows great concern for her safety, he refuses to believe that she is anything more than a serving girl.
Despite having made it clear that he doesn't consider a match between them to be possible, when Elizabeth disobeys him Rothbury proves more than ready to strip her bare, punish her harshly, and then enjoy her beautiful body in the most shameful of ways. But can she dare to hope that he will one day make her his wife, or is she destined to spend her life being wickedly used?

Kryssie Fortune Bio


Kryssie Fortune writes hot sexy books full of hunky heroes and sensual heroines. So far she’s written seven paranormal romances, five contemporary ones, and she’s working on her third Regency romance – but regency just got sexy. 
If you’re looking for Georgette Heyer, you might need a fainting couch after reading Kryssie’s historicals. 
Since Kryssie hates cliff hangers and unhappy endings, she guarantees each and every book is a stand-alone romance where the heroine always finds her happy-ever-after.


Excerpt from Wickedly Used

Hidden behind their masks, the patrons behaved too freely. Druid’s Walk became a place for pleasure and indiscreet sex. Seeing that serving girl go there alone roused his protective instincts. He needed to ensure her safety, but it took him a while to make his way through the crowd.
His size always made him stand out, and tonight, he drew predatory looks from some of the ton’s ladies. He’d been immune to women’s charms since his first love ruined his life. He didn’t understand why that serving girl called to him on a primal level.
Finally, he reached Druid’s Walk. Looking far ahead, he saw a group of Cits accost her; he clenched his fists and started toward them. Those louts needed to learn better manners. Just as he approached, she broke free and vanished into the night. The silly chit ran further into the Walk’s notorious depths.
Five drunken idiots had harried the woman who fascinated him. He released the cold fury that lived inside him and strode toward them. Menace dripped from his gaze. Dangerous and deadly, he knew five to one weren’t bad odds… for him. He’d honed his fighting skills during his seven years fighting in the Peninsular War. Teaching drunks who thought they were invincible some manners came naturally to him.
He tapped the nearest one on the shoulder. “You need to treat ladies with more respect.”
The drunk said nothing, just flailed his arms wildly, trying to hit the dragoon’s head. Sidestepping, Rothbury planted his right fist in the drunk’s face and his left in his gut. The man doubled over and threw up.
The other four rushed him in a group. Rothbury’s first punch broke a man’s nose. His second dislocated another’s jaw. One kick and another drunk doubled over on the ground. Two more punches and the last two sprawled on the mud at his feet.
Breathing steady and even, Rothbury towered over them. If they’d have been in his unit, they’d have been on a charge. Tonight, he’d leave them sprawled on the pathway and follow the blonde who’d enchanted him.
The need to possess her clawed at his soul. Her beauty drove him wild and turned his balls blue. Not that he could afford a mistress or even a couple of hours with a whore. If she was the innocent she seemed, he’d see her safely home. But he wanted her to be wicked and willing.
By the time he found her again, she’d attracted Lord Dawlish’s attention. That man’s reputation was so dark his peers had blackballed him at White’s.

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Wednesday, 5 December 2018

His Land, His Law by Libby Campbell - #romance #erotica #timetravel #paranormal #HEA #alphahero #feisty #spanking


His Land, His Law by [Campbell, Libby]










Cara wants to save the forest. Luke wants to log it. He wins the first battle. Who will win the war?



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Blurb:

Since she inherited her parents’ home, Cara Eckford has used walks in the nearby woods as inspiration for her art, so she is shocked and upset upon finding that ‘No Trespassing’ signs have recently been put up on the property. But when she angrily confronts the land’s new owner, the infuriatingly sexy Luke McCrae, she merely earns herself a stern scolding and a sound spanking.
Despite her irritation, Luke’s bold dominance leaves Cara’s heart racing and her panties soaked. He soon proves more than ready to tame her fiery temper with his belt applied to her bare bottom, but even with tears in her eyes and her backside on fire Cara’s need for Luke cannot be denied, and when he takes her in his arms his masterful lovemaking satisfies her deeply.
Cara’s newfound romance with Luke grows stronger and more passionate with each passing day, but when conflict over his plans for her beloved forest threatens to tear them apart, can she make use of her powerful connection to both of their ancestors to convince him to change his mind?
Publisher’s Note: His Land, His Law includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Is it possible to fall in love in a few short days? Are the forces from another century pushing Luke and Cara together?

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Luke is used to being the boss. Cara answers to no one. Can they reach a détente?


Excerpt


The sight of Cara’s well-padded buttocks bent over his knee had woken Luke’s desire with breathtaking ferocity. He’d spanked her to discourage her from defying his rights as a property owner and neighbor, to teach her some civility. He hadn’t expected to enjoy spanking her so much. He hadn’t expected to want to lay her down and make love to her right on the spot.
When he was finished, he was already hoping for an excuse to spank her again, hopeful that it might lead to something cozier than just a bottom-warming. The flush burning up her neck when he helped her back to her feet suggested that she hadn’t hated the experience either. She couldn’t hide the fact that her nipples had stiffened to hard pebbles that pushed against the thin fabric of her t-shirt.
So when she demanded to be set free, he did so while warning her of the consequences of any further disruption to his plans. Her reputation for stubbornness and being a tree hugger said he could count on paddling that gorgeous backside again some time. If he could get her past her romantic opposition to his development plans, they might even have some fun together.
“Every time,” he repeated. “Understand?”
Cara said nothing. She nodded with a half-smile, treating him to an innocent, wide-eyed look that was as genuine as a three-dollar bill.
He released her anyway. He couldn’t call her a liar without proof.
She was much prettier than he’d expected and no less spirited. The way her eyes dilated as she looked at him made his cock stiffen.
Grandpa’s lawyers had warned him that she wanted the land, but he’d done his homework. The value of raw acres was a fraction of what it would be if he cleared it and subdivided it into a tidy collection of small lots. She was going to have to get used to the idea, that was all there was to it.
He turned on his charm. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Cara. Everyone agrees you’re smart as a whip and unafraid of things that make keep most people awake at night.”
“What is there to be frightened of on Salt Spring Island?” Cara snorted before pulling herself a bit taller. She treated him to another empty smile.
He noted the effort it took her to stifle the flare of temper. Unskilled in the artificial body language of the corporate world where people were practiced at concealing their true feelings, she was easy to read. Advantage: Luke.


Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell:

The Romancing the Coast Series
Seeing Ronnie.(book 1)
Holding Cynthia (book 2)
Trusting Ingrid (book 3)


Simon in Charge – 3 book box-set

Libby Campbell in her own words:
I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them.
My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.
I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.
My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.

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How was this writing book different from your others?  
I had to learn a lot about the skills of the Tsawout First Nation, like cedar stripping and Maquinna hat weaving, amongst other things. I studied styles of the late 1900’s and 1920’s. When I came across the detail that in some jurisdictions it was illegal for a woman ‘to wear the attire of the opposite gender’ I had to use it.
What does success mean to you? What is the definition of success?
Success first of all is finishing a book that both my husband (my primary reader) and I enjoy. The second level of success is having it accepted by a publisher.
But the greatest success of all to me is someone saying they enjoyed one of my books. It makes all those solitary hours worthwhile.

What advice would you give a new writer?
Be brave and be ready to make mistakes. Learn to laugh at the many wrong steps you’ll take. I consider my first two years in this genre as an apprenticeship.
Try to improve with each piece you write. Read books on craft. Go to workshops or find online resources to help you hone your skills.
To be a writer you have to be thick-skinned, because there will always be someone who pans your work. At the same time, you have to be sensitive to pick up the nuances of human behaviour.
Finally, you’ll need a good internet connection and a few basic social media skills.


Keeping Faith by Beverly Oakley #revenge #historical #Cyprian #romance



Keeping Faith 
Fair Cyprians of London Series (Book 3)
By Beverley Oakley


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About Keeping Faith:

"My beautiful Revenge."

Four years ago, Faith’s mysterious benefactress falsely accused her of stealing and deposited her in Madame Chambon’s exclusive brothel.

There, Faith was to learn how to entrance London’s noble gentlemen with her learning in philosophy, politics and art.

Her body was to be saved for the greatest enticement of all: revenge.

Faith doesn’t care what she has to do. She lives only to fulfil a bargain that will set her free.

But when Faith is recruited as the muse of a talented, sensitive painter whose victory in a prestigious art competition turns them both into celebrities overnight, she discovers the reasons behind her mission are very different from what she'd been led to believe.

Now she is complicit in something dark and dangerous while riches, adulation and freedom are hers for the taking.

But what value are these if her heart has become a slave to the man she is required to destroy?

Genre - historical romantic suspense
Heat Level - Medium


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Excerpt: 

Chapter One

“What did you learn last night?”

“A gentleman must always believe he knows best.”

Confident that her answer was pleasing, Faith reached across the table to help herself to a macaroon but a sharp slap across the back of the hand stopped her progress by the silver teapot.

Her smile of feigned contrition was rewarded with a raised eyebrow from Madame Chambon. Not an invitation to partake of a macaroon, unfortunately. The table laden with eclairs and petit fours in Madame’s private sitting room was merely for show.

“Greedy girl, Faith! You can eat at the Dorchester tomorrow and I daresay you won’t even spare a thought for the other girls who are justified in being somewhat jealous of your cossetted life.” Madame sniffed as she patted one of the grizzled, orange curls of her elaborate coiffure. Faith suspected a squirrel’s pelt had made its contribution. “I’m sure they wonder every day why you never have to stir yourself – or anyone else, for that matter – to get your fine clothes or a roof over your head.” Madame Chambon piled three macaroons onto her already laden plate before making a sweeping gesture that encompassed the furnishings of her surprisingly decorous private sitting room with its gold tasseled green velvet curtains and flock wallpaper. “What have you told them, Faith? About why you are here, I mean?”

Faith’s stomach rumbled as she gazed from the prints of the famous artists that lined the walls to the fine fare in front of her, ordered from Fortnum and Mason. These monthly sessions in table manners were supposed to give Faith the practice she needed to deport herself like a lady when eating in public. However, under Madame’s guardianship, Faith never actually got to try the specialties.

“Answer me, Faith. In all the three years that you’ve been here, you’ve had to do precisely nothing to justify your existence. Surely the girls have questioned you? I have my own version of the truth for them, as you know, but I’d be interested to hear what you have to say.”

Faith didn’t answer. She already knew how lucky she was, but Madame was not ready to drop the subject, despite having just crammed an entire chocolate éclair into her mouth. Faith just managed to make out the muffled words, “Every night you lie peacefully in your bed while the other girls have to earn their livings.”

Lying peacefully in her bed was not how Faith would describe the restfulness of her slumber. She was kept awake every night by the grunts and cries of ecstasy that penetrated the thin walls of her attic chamber.

Still, she’d finally learned when it was wise to respond meekly, so she bowed her head and stared at her neat kid gloves while dreaming of the delicacies Mrs. Gedge would order for them when Faith really was dining with her at the Dorchester Hotel the following afternoon. The Sacher Torte Mrs. Gedge had ummed and aahed over before finally choosing the baked Alaska from the sweets trolley last month still haunted her. However, since part of Faith’s tutoring included how to win over reluctant gentleman ‘and make them wild with wanting’ which is how Madame phrased it, then surely Faith could persuade her American benefactress to order the Austrian chocolate specialty?

She was so busy rehearsing her words for tomorrow that she almost missed Madame’s prophetic and appalling statement.

“Well, Faith, the time has come for you to start earning your way, now.”

Faith brought her head up in shock. Was Madame teasing? When it appeared not, she gripped the table edge as she struggled for composure. For so long she’d known the reckoning would come. Yes, and with three years preparing for it, she’d believed she could meet it head-on with the necessary fortitude.

But there’d been no warning.

She began to shake, biting into her bottom lip and clasping her hands in her lap to try and keep secret the manifestations of her terror from Madame who’d only be spurred onto gloating and make her suffer even more.

“Mrs. Gedge reported last month that she wasn’t entirely happy you were ready for what she has in store for you when she took you to tea, Faith.” Madame chewed noisily, unperturbed, it seemed, by the crumbs that landed on her gaudy vermillion skirts.

Faith didn’t suggest that Mrs. Gedge’s dissatisfaction was perhaps the fault of Faith’s tutor – the one sitting in front of her - who knew nothing about deporting herself as a lady.

With a dainty gesture using only her forefingers, Madame Chambon raised her plate and licked at the crumbs that had not been dislodged before saying, “Fortunately, Lady Vernon is recovered at last from her long indisposition and has agreed to forget your rudeness to her from six months ago. In fact, she’ll be here shortly. Yes, she’ll soon have you passing the scrutiny of the most discerning duchess.” Madame gobbled down another macaroon with as much finesse as the dogs Faith’s father used to goad into fighting each other after they’d fought over the scraps from the scrubbed wooden table at the farm. Not that there’d been many scraps with ten children to feed.

“Should we not have waited for Lady Vernon?” Faith suggested, daringly. But she had to say something to stop herself from launching into a volley of querulous questions about exactly what form this ‘having to earn her own way’ might take.

Madame Chambon pushed aside an untouched plate of bread and butter to reach for another chocolate éclair and sighed. “There was just so much food on the table it seemed unnecessary to wait if her ladyship was going to be late. Ah! And here she is.” Madame’s orange painted mouth turned up at a knock on the door. “Shoulders back, Faith! And make sure you don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Since this was not a danger, Faith supposed there might be some compensation in having to face her former nemesis who surely must subscribe to the belief that learning table manners required one having to eat.

Madame threw her arms wide in a welcome as the door opened to admit the new arrival. “Good evening, Lady Vernon. We’re so glad you’ve recovered from your chest ailment,” she gushed. “A good rest has done you the world of good. Why, you look ten years younger. Just as you do every time I see you, in fact. And we’re indeed humbled that you’ve consented to return.” Madame simpered at the elderly woman, dressed all in black who looked, Faith thought, even more wraith-like than usual as she pinned up the veil of her bonnet and took the seat at the table proffered by Madame who went on, “I’m sure you’ll feel even better once you’ve heard Faith’s heartfelt apology.”

Faith blushed under the scrutiny of the two pairs of expectant, unforgiving eyes, and glanced longingly at the remaining macaroon.

Yes, there were times when it was worth being abject. She mightn’t mean what she said, but if the last three years under Madame Chambon’s roof had taught her one thing, it was how to sound heartfelt and sincere when she felt anything but.

“I’m sorry for my rude comments about…” Faith hesitated. Perhaps it was best not to stir up old memories. While it must be perfectly obvious to anyone who met Lady Vernon as to why an earl’s daughter could remain a spinster into her sixtieth year, it hadn’t been in anyone’s interest – Faith’s least of all, it turned out – for Faith to have gone into quite such specific and extensive detail regarding her thoughts on the likely reasons. “I behaved like a child, though it’s such a long time ago, now, I can barely remember what was going through my head at the time. I was only seventeen and, in those days, prone to losing my temper but now I’m eighteen and, thanks to all your efforts in teaching me how to act like a lady, Lady Vernon, I’m so far from the rude and impulsive young thing I was before, you’d not recognize me today. Thanks to your thorough tutelage, I am determined that I will never speak out of turn, to you, or anyone. Indeed, I have changed! I truly believe that, confronted by a table of delicacies like this, for example, I would certainly not embarrass you or Mrs. Gedge or any lovely young man or his mother who might take me out to tea by any show of greediness or lack of restraint.”

Lady Vernon’s eyes remained fixed firmly on Faith for the duration of this speech with no indication of how forgiving or otherwise she might prove to be.

After a long silence, she spoke. “Restraint?” She sniffed. “Restraint is the most important requirement of any young lady, Faith. I’ve told you this many times, so I’m glad it’s a lesson you claim to have finally learned.”

With her eyes fixed on Faith, she reached towards the remaining macaroon that sat lonely on its plate just in front of them both, her long-fingered hand hovering just above. “Please pass that to me, Faith. I can’t seem to reach it.”

Wordlessly, Faith complied, schooling her features into impassivity while she railed inside, I hate you! I hate you! as she watched Lady Vernon transport the coconut confection to her thin, bloodless lips.

“Delicious,” Lady Vernon murmured. “In fact, I believe it is the best macaroon I have ever tasted? You must surely agree, Faith, since the plate is now empty.”

She looked pointedly at the two remaining crumbs that clung to the edge of the fine china, as if to imply that Faith had eaten the rest. Then she indicated the plate of bread and butter near Madame Chambon. “Please eat, Faith. Madame Chambon and I have a leisurely afternoon at our disposal. She and I will partake of the remaining chocolate eclairs --” Her pointed chin wobbled slightly, whether from the suppression of mirth or the swallowing of bile, Faith could only guess, “while you make good work of the bread and butter with all the ladylike restraint you’re so anxious to prove.”

Other Books in the Series:

Saving Grace (Fair Cyprians of London Book 1) by [Oakley, Beverley]
Saving Grace Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2z7rVGx

Forsaking Hope (Fair Cyprians of London Book 2) by [Oakley, Beverley]
Forsaking Hope Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2DlzV9M

Beverley Oakley’s Bio:

Debutantes, widows and the occasional courtesan test society’s boundaries in Beverley Oakley’s wicked, passionate historical romances dripping with scandal, intrigue, and suspense.

Her Fair Cyprians of London series is about a group of determined and clever courtesans at a high-class Soho brothel who use their wit and beauty to avenge past betrayals - and who find lasting love along the way.

How can there be a happily ever after? is a question many a reviewer has asked before admitting to being delighted and satisfied by the unexpected plot twists and surprise endings – just like in Beverley’s own life. You can read more on her website.

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