erotic-historical-romance

Among my greatest loves is the act of being pinned and invaded _ not by one, or two or three, but by many, one after the other. What it is to lose yourself among many, so that your identity exists only as __oman_: a goddess of flesh and desire. No names, no promises, no social niceties, no conversational conventions: only lust and fulfillment.__ademoiselle Noire - in The Gentlemen's Club

On many nights I have availed myself of these very gentlemen, in the adjoining room. Each time, I wondered if you might arrive and see me, as I took my pleasure, allowing their hands to explore my body. There is no part of me that has not been kissed and enjoyed. I opened myself in welcome, encouraging my suitors to bury themselves deep and hard, to obliterate all reserve and find the heart of me.__ademoiselle Noire - The Gentlemen's Club

Ned looked to DeVere. "You are the master of mayhem. Any brilliant ideas?""If we want him to leave the gate, we must provide proper motivation," DeVere answered."Such as?" Phoebe prompted."Let us keep to the basics, my pet. Men are primarily moved by either their stomachs or their cocks. If we cannot tempt the one, it must be the other."Ned glared. "What are you suggesting?""Our little chambermaid can take the blighter off by offering him a hand job.""The hell she will!" Ned barked before Phoebe could answer for herself. "Think of something else!""Come now, Ned. She'll be well compensated for her trouble. He laughed. "Hell, for a thousand, I might be tempted to do it myself."A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE

You think Diana would come to your bed?_ Ned threw his head back and laughed. __ou__e mad! First of all, she would never break her marriage vows. Secondly, she__ certainly deduced by now what a whoremonger you are. She wouldn__ touch you with gloves, my friend._ from THE DEVIL YOU KNOW (DEVIL DEVERE book #3)

Marcus stood at the mantel mirror, fussing with his lace cuffs, adjusting his cravat and openly admiring his reflection. ____l beguile her with the full power of my persuasive charm.___nd should that fail?__arcus turned to his secretary with a slow, devious grin. __hy, Nick, I__ have thought it obvious. I__l just have to ruin her._-A BREACH OF PROMISE

Damn, but it was a night, Ned! Now, not to be outdone, it appears our reverend mother Hayes is inspired by Captain Cook's latest voyage to the South Pacific.""I give the woman credit for creativity." Ned laughed. "Have you read John Hawkesworth's account of the voyage?"Ludovic's brows lifted ever so slightly. "Come now, Ned, do I truly look like a man who entertains himself with books?

Hang you, DeVere! She's a close friend, nothing more." He furrowed his brow once again. "Though I do fear of late that she entertains some...expectations.""You think the young widow may aspire to quite another surrogate role? They all do, ol' chap. Expectations and demands__itles, money, time, attention. The female half of the species are little better than vampires, sucking away one's very lifeblood.

Nicholas broke the seal and scanned the contents. He looked up at Marcus with a chuckle. __hy, it appears you may get your wish for perpetual bachelorhood after all. She wants to end your engagement.__arcus started from his chair. __he hell she does! What__ possessed her?___erhaps she realizes your extreme reluctance to tie the knot after waiting_what is it? Five years since your betrothal announcement?___ix,_ Marcus snapped. __ut who__ counting.___erhaps Miss Trent?_ Nick needled with a quirk of his lips.- A BREACH OF PROMISE

You intend to keep me confined in here with you for three days?" His voice was low and ominous."It doesn't have to take three days," she said, "It just depends how long it takes for you to come to your senses.""My senses?" he shook her so hard she thought her teeth would rattle. "It is you whose mind is disordered if you think you can tame me like some pet! Is that what you think, Vesta? That you can somehow turn a man like me into your little lap dog?""No," she said, as earnest as she had ever been in her life. "I could never imagine you as a lap dog. Ever. You are a Mastiff. Big, powerful, dignified, brave, and yet gentle." She nodded with a look of self satisfaction. "Yes. Most definitely a Mastiff." from THE VIRGIN HUNTRESS

Ned seemed so different from any other man of her acquaintance, and, certainly, the antithesis of the rake she had set her sights on. She had chosen DeVere as her best prospect, yet after only this short time in Ned's company, she couldn't help fervently wishing that he was DeVere. She should feel triumphant that her goal was within easy reach... In truth, it was as if her appetite had been whetted for beefsteak...only to be served liver instead.-A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE

I never would have conceived that he would finally succumb to marriage. How did you ever convince him?___ must actually credit Lady Russell. She explained to me that a man desires above all things to think himself his own master. Thus, I had only to convince Marcus that marrying me was entirely his own idea._-A BREACH OF PROMISE