It is an erotic Regency with a Cinderella twist. Sort of.
In Regency England, good girls like Victoria Ashford don’t pen wicked stories for underground sex papers and they certainly don’t don a mask and exchange places with a high-class whore in a desperate bid to share one night of passion with a man. Even the one she’s always desired.
When Matthew Corwin, Earl of Sussex, discovers the identity of his remarkably responsive, submissive “whore”, he plots erotic payback for her treacherous deception, never intending to let his heart get involved. But protecting her from a blackmailer makes him realize maybe there’s more than just being her dark master...
Available September 1, 2009
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He shrugged back into his black morning jacket and slipped into the woods. His quarry’s tracks were easy enough to follow–scattered leaves in a straight line, crushed grass, and displaced branches led him right ahead.
He caught the swish of dark blue fabric darting through the trees. With long, silent strides, he made up the distance between them and then passed his prey under the cover of the forest. Crouched behind the wide trunk of an ancient tree, Matthew caught the faint wheeze of breath, the hurried skip of shoes upon dried leaves. He waited until the last possible moment and then leaped straight into the person’s oncoming path.
However, he’d miscalculated slightly and they collided, falling to the ground in a tangled heap of curses.
Oh, hell, a soft heap.
“Get off me, you oaf!”
Astonished, Matthew stared down into the snapping green eyes of Lady Victoria Ashford.
“Matthew!” Her pink mouth gaped briefly in surprise. “What are you doing? Are you following me?”
“Of course not. I was out for a ride.” He still lay atop her with his hands cupping her shoulders. Her cloak had come slightly askew, revealing the creaminess of her skin. He rubbed his thumb over the exposed flesh, feeling her tremble just a bit beneath him and catching her barely audible gasp. She was soft, touchable, and delectable. Everything that somehow he knew she would be. With a start of surprise, he realized he wanted more. Wanted to trail his fingers from her shoulders to her breasts and fill his palms with her. His cock stiffened.
His rational mind ordered him instantly up and away from her, but her full lush breasts pressed so temptingly to his chest. His hips nestled intimately between her legs.
How had he never noticed how long they were?
“Please, Matthew, get off.”
God, but he wanted to. It would take no more than the simple pop of his button, a long, slow slide of her skirt and he could seat himself—
