Nash Gretton was an easy master to work for; indeed he, along with his wife, were perhaps the only two people, apart from his eldest brother, who knew why she worked as a housekeeper in the rural domesticity of Rutland. It took all her powers of persuasion to get Perry to agree to let Nash and Fe...
He felt her trembling, and no way was he going to give her the opportunity to renege, whatever happened. Not before they'd sorted out her limits and played a little. Even though he had no intention of pushing very far or even engaging in very much, nothing, but nothing, was going to interfere or ...
Louder than a wasp that flew around her head it gave her a hazy, out of the world feeling. Had Scotland got a new insect she knew nothing of? One that addled her brains? ‘Did you…’ It was ridiculous. Her hearing had to be defective. Fraser couldn’t have said he needed to discover if they were hus...
The singing was with more gusto than tone on Holly's part, and there was a lot of and mutters between each verse as Mrs. McKillop, the organist, and the minister's wife, got her keyboard to work in the cold. It was tradition that once the annual Christmas Eve church service finished, the congrega...
Tula, said in a dreamy voice so unlike her Domme voice, the contrast was startling. She had no idea how long it was since they’d gradually let Dario’s cock slide out of her and she’d scrambled across the mattress to, she said, hunt out damp flannels, and she didn’t much care. Several minutes? Hou...
Molly Simpkins looked up at the tall and more than handsome man, who lounged in a most elegant manner against her mantle. “And seriously, Ash, one day you’ll burn your backside leaning over the fire in that way. What would Adriana say about that?” Ashley, the Earl of Addersley, straightened up, m...
The glass rose and fell, and the liquid swayed perilously near the lip of the goblet. He was bored. Of the capital, of his soon to be ex mistress, and of the ton. Heaven help him if he wasn’t ready to go back to sea except his papa would no doubt expire in an apoplectic fit and he’d just be calle...
If he hadn’t noticed the haunted look in her eyes he would be furious. To give up what they might have without even trying smacked of cowardice. However he knew she was no coward, the act she had participated in with Luc proved that. Instead he remained passive, just watching her. "No…" Whatever ...
Rad asked as Athol thumbed him to move off the settee and let Linsey stretch out. “Was it something I did or didn’t say?” Athol shook his head. “Not that I know of.” He took Linsey’s pulse and Rad remembered he was a doctor of sorts. “Well what then?” Why on earth was he so persistent? What was ...
She was bored, tired, out of sorts, and sick of the capital and its inhabitants. I want to go home. It has nothing to do with the fact that a certain gentleman is there. However, deep down she was uneasily aware it could be. And not just one gentleman. Tessa didn't think she'd ever been so mixed ...
She'll find them. Philippe De Caen muttered under his breath as he followed her, his careful footsteps muffled by the sand. The whistled birdcall told him to stall her. They needed five more minutes to hide the goods. Not for the first time he cursed the fact that Randall Gretton had been posted ...
For the life of her, she didn’t have one. There was nothing she could think of to say. Instead, she walked to the door. “Shall we?” Gray pondered. “Oh, we shall. Never fear. But for now, let’s head to your home.” Jules choked on a splutter. “Do you know, Jules, although this sexually charged repa...
Molly had been more than explicit, and Flora was both excited and nervous. The clever lace and silk corset skimmed under her breasts and lifted them into two rounded globes, nipped in her waist, and left her newly shaved quim bare. To Flora’s surprise it didn’t make her feel confined, just confid...
All three had kicked their footwear off and sat sprawled, most unladylike, in their favourite chairs. Belinda’s had once adorned the small salon in the house Lady L had given her and was a deep green, overstuffed, velvet-covered, soft armchair. She called it her pondering seat. ‘I’d hate to get o...
Crappy, shitty, arsehole him. Debra, you’re losing it. You almost shagged a total stranger in the swimming pool of a five-star hotel. Shit, and it was so high up, I could have about qualified for the mile-high club without a plane. And, oh my God, without a condom. Am I the most stupid person in ...
Stephen, Viscount Pelham told his housekeeper. He tried to ignore the itch in his shoulder blade that intimated all was not as it seemed. “There is illness in their village, and Amanda feels ‘tis not proper to ask guests to visit in the circumstances.”Or so she says. Why do I have no faith in Ama...
Damn woman. Who would ever thought she had a pistol, a Manton no less, if his brief glimpse was correct. Not only that, but have the wisdom to use it? He chuckled and it became a gasp and a wince as his movement stirred up the pain in the arm. He moved it carefully. In truth he was sure it was bu...
Charles stamped down firmly on the tentacles of fear that did their best to wrap around him. He knew as well as anyone how audacious his plan was, but he had come to the conclusion he had nothing to lose and everything to gain. The sight of her scarred back had driven him to the decanter until As...
Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. To Please a Lady Copyright© 2011 Raven Mc...
Now he had to harden his resolve and believe a nice, gentle climax wouldn’t harm the baby. Emma Lynn had been so patient with him when he’d asked her if they could talk, and in the end, she’d looked at him with fond exasperation. “Do you know how lucky you are, Jeff? How many women in a state of ...
So early as well. Shouldn’t they be at Horse Guards Parade? Parading or some such thing? Sybille moved her head, opened half an eye and moaned. Someone, she suspected Maybelle, who thought anyone who wasn’t up by ten was a slug-a-bed, had opened the shutters wide enough to lift the darkness to a ...
Jess looked down at her light gray silk racer back top and dark gray skinnies. They worked well with her pale skin and ginger hair. A typical Celt, she had to be careful of her color coordination. In her mind, her clothes were perfect for a night’s clubbing. “We’re going clubbing. Last time we we...
When would any partner realize she could concentrate on her steps or her conversation, but never both at the same time? Or perceive that my lack of concentration is due to a lack of interest? For that matter, when would her mama give in and let her miss these excruciating evenings? So often Lydia...
Would she? It was a gamble, and he didn't really think her evasive answers were really brattiness, just confusion. However, a straightforward I do not understand, or I do not know would have been preferable to the snide, who knows, who would, and, er you what? But at least it meant he got to play...
Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. La Bella Isabella Copyright© 2012 Raven M...
She couldn't see a grandfather clock in the room, but she was sure she could hear one. She glanced around her and noticed Cade was watching her, his expression wary. "What?" she asked. He didn't say anything, just looked at her, and Anna's clammy palms turned sweaty as she realized the clock was ...
"You know what the fuck I mean." "I'm scared I do." Liv said faintly. Shit, what next? "Can we forget the Sir stuff for a sec, and you spell it out for me anyway?" His face closed up, and he sighed. "Okay, you asked for it." He tightened his arms around her. It was as if the very air was holding ...
Catherine had hoped he had decided to forego that. She sighed. It seemed not. "How?" she asked baldy. Why did he have to be so cryptic? She may be the wager but what did that mean? Surely once wagered she could not be turned over and become the prize once more? Was she brave enough to ask? One gl...
“Well?” Lachy shook his head. “Not at all. This is past petty rustling or whatever. Finn could have been killed and it’s not on.” Coll could agree with that. “We’ll ring the police again when we get back.” “Aye,” Lachy sighed. “I ken we were gan gae Donny rope tae hang himsel’ but enough. I’m off...
Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Riding Ryder Copyright© 2012 Raven McAlla...
Satisfied, he returned to Ara, and put his hand to the small of her back. He dare not trust himself to touch her lower. He knew he would have no compunction not to fondle if he did. "Come, if we walk, I have no need to cover your eyes." He opened a door at the rear of the room. Concealed in the e...
Tony tooled his horses along the road, one eye on the traffic and the other on his companion. She sat, outwardly composed, unknowing what her statement portrayed. Or did she? Tony distrusted the gleam in her eyes and the secret smile that played over her full lips. Lips he decided would fit aroun...
He remembered her now. A dark-haired virago who’d stared at him all the time as if he were the answer to everything. Did she still think that? So far it didn’t seem likely, but Ross would sure as hell like to find out. “So, I’ll need to be reminded of your name, kitten. Sister to Jase and Troy, k...
True, he knew he was aroused and interested, and why. However, apart from confused, his other emotions were indefinable. How had a shy, quiet, and yes, retiring young lady, who previously had difficulty looking him in the eye, never ventured an opinion of her own, and did not speak unless spoken ...