A marquess in search of a wife; an heiress desperate to keep her secret safe.
Lord Theodore Raeburne, the Marquess of Oakdene, has spent most of his life pursuing pleasure. He is, after all, related to the Duke of Broadwell, one of the leading members of The Lords of Voluptas, a society that believes that pleasure is the greatest good. However, the marquess has begun to feel restless and jaded. He wants more than passing pleasure. He wants a wife, particularly a woman who will love him for who he is, not for his wealth and title.
Charlotte Drake, the daughter of Lord Theo’s neighbor in Worcestershire, prefers fishing in the rivers near her home to the sophistication of the Beau Monde and is more skilled at galloping across the fields than the refined accomplishments expected of young ladies. Her mother brings her to London for the season, hoping Charlotte’s substantial inheritance will attract the attention of a titled gentleman. But Charlotte has a secret, known only to her old friend Hugh Parsiville, that could jeopardize her chances of a good marriage.
Publisher’s Note: This steamy Regency romance contains a theme of power exchange.
“Well, my little lamb, I am going to spank you until I believe that you understand the seriousness of your misdemeanors, so there is no need to count this time.”
Charlotte took a deep breath. She felt Lord Theo’s hand smooth over her buttocks and she squirmed.
“Keep still!” he instructed. Then he lifted his hand and it came down in a hard strike in the very middle of her left buttock. She cried out as the pain seared through her. Before she could absorb the sensations, he struck again, this time on the right side. His hands were large and hard. He covered a large section of each of her mounds each time he struck her.
Charlotte was tense, and every time the marquess brought his hand down, it stung. But after a while, she began to relax and the bite of pain began to diffuse into the warmth of pleasure that seeped into her body. Her body softened against the hard muscles of Lord Theo’s legs and she began to drift on a sea of pleasure.
From what seemed like a long way away, she heard Lord Theo say, “What a pretty shade of pink your arse is turning. I do believe I should keep it this color. Regular spankings will remind you that you are mine.”