The Duke and the Virgin NEW RELEASE
So I finally worked up the courage to write a historical. So it might be short but its a step in that direction. Please check out my 1st historical and my 2nd 1Night Stand.
The Duke and the Virgin
Part of the 1 Night Stand series at Decadent Publishing
Now Available
In a time when women have few options for their futures, bluestocking wallflower Llysa Hamilton has aged out of the marriage mart. With offers for her hand unlikely, she enlists Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand service to find the perfect man for one passionate night.
Wolfe Thane, Duke of Foxhaven, has never lacked for anything, but he’s bored with his entitled life. Winning a 1Night Stand voucher in a poker game appears to offer a perfect, commitment-free opportunity to add spice to his sex life.
Hiding behind a mask during her date with the duke offers Llysa anonymity and courage. Wolfe has never met a woman as intriguing and disingenuous.
Can true love be unmasked in just one night or will it be destined to stay on the shelf?
Wolfe Thane, Duke of Foxhaven, has never lacked for anything, but he’s bored with his entitled life. Winning a 1Night Stand voucher in a poker game appears to offer a perfect, commitment-free opportunity to add spice to his sex life.
Hiding behind a mask during her date with the duke offers Llysa anonymity and courage. Wolfe has never met a woman as intriguing and disingenuous.
Can true love be unmasked in just one night or will it be destined to stay on the shelf?
Excerpt:
“Don’t get scared now.” His voice, oh, that voice, did strange and wonderful things to her insides.
“I’m not scared.”
“Good, because I want to see what is hiding under all these layers.” Warm lips touched the hollow spot under her jaw, distracting her and, until he eased her gown over her shoulder and it fell to the floor, she’d been unaware he’d undone her lacings.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited. She stood in front of a man in her undergarments for the first time, and the nerves had begun. Not enough to have her running for the door, but enough to worry he would be less than pleased with what he saw.
“Have you ever seen Russian nesting dolls?”
Thrown by the questions, she opened her eyes. Why would he suddenly speak about a child’s toy? “I own a few of them.”
“Then you must understand that undressing you is like playing with one of those dolls. I open one to find another beneath it. I took away your gown to find you are still as clothed as you were a moment ago and I wonder how many more layers I will have to work through to get down to you—the doll I’m searching for.”
“Two.”
He smiled and her stomach did somersaults. “Just two?”
“Well, three, if you count the corset.”
“Oh, then we must count the corset as a layer.” He spun her and shivers ran the length of her spine as the ties holding her stays relaxed. “What is going on deep within you now?”
“Anxiety.”
“Fair enough,” he whispered near her ear.
“I’m not scared.”
“Good, because I want to see what is hiding under all these layers.” Warm lips touched the hollow spot under her jaw, distracting her and, until he eased her gown over her shoulder and it fell to the floor, she’d been unaware he’d undone her lacings.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited. She stood in front of a man in her undergarments for the first time, and the nerves had begun. Not enough to have her running for the door, but enough to worry he would be less than pleased with what he saw.
“Have you ever seen Russian nesting dolls?”
Thrown by the questions, she opened her eyes. Why would he suddenly speak about a child’s toy? “I own a few of them.”
“Then you must understand that undressing you is like playing with one of those dolls. I open one to find another beneath it. I took away your gown to find you are still as clothed as you were a moment ago and I wonder how many more layers I will have to work through to get down to you—the doll I’m searching for.”
“Two.”
He smiled and her stomach did somersaults. “Just two?”
“Well, three, if you count the corset.”
“Oh, then we must count the corset as a layer.” He spun her and shivers ran the length of her spine as the ties holding her stays relaxed. “What is going on deep within you now?”
“Anxiety.”
“Fair enough,” he whispered near her ear.
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