In this final adventure of The Rakes of Mayfair, the club’s last single member must help a brat become a lady again.
Lady Belinda Strauss is a brat. She’s rude to all the women she meets and tries to seduce their husbands. When she tries to seduce a married member of the The Rakes Club, Lord Jonathan Barton knows that she’s gone too far. He steps in to make sure his friends are not hurt.
Belinda doesn’t welcome his advances, particularly when he informs her that she is now his mistress, and he will correct her attitude with a firm hand. Jonathan knows that there’s a reason Belinda behaves the way she does, and he wants to get to the bottom of it. After a particularly horrifying remark he takes her to the country where he discovers her secret.
He decides to help her win back her dignity and charm. But will he lose his heart in the process?
This is book six in the Rakes of Mayfair series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: This steamy Victorian romance contains elements of power exchange.
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Her words disappeared when Barton pulled her close and planted his lips on hers. His kiss was harsh and demanding, and Belinda knew that there was a warning there. She was to be quiet, because she was no match for him.
The ladies who had gasped during the earlier conversation let out cries of disbelief.
Barton broke the kiss, but held her close.
“I hate you. Get your hands off me!” She hissed against his lips.
“Yes, but I’ve just saved Andrew’s reputation. Try to harm it again and I may spank you in front of everyone in this room. Wouldn’t that make for interesting copy in the morning gossip sheets? Behave yourself.”
“Make me. I’m going to show you that I won’t be pushed around.” She pushed away from him and let her gaze roam the room.
“Oh look, there’s Lord Walman. While I’m waiting for the new Duke of Melbourne to tire of his wife, perhaps I can bide my time with him.”
She pushed away from Barton, but stopped when he placed his arms around her waist and pulled her into the wall of his chest.
“Excuse us,” Barton said to the crowd. “My lady and I had a little fight in the carriage. I do believe she is in need of my attentions.”
The ladies in the group gasped as he kissed Belinda’s neck and began walking toward Ellington’s study, which was always off limits during the parties.
“Ellington.” Barton’s voice rang out for all to hear. “May I borrow your study for a short period of time?”
“Of course,” Ellington replied. “Be my guest.”
Belinda stuttered her outrage as Barton drew her past guests who were laughing and pointing. He propelled her inside the study and slammed the door.
She ran at him, pounding her fists against his chest.
“How dare you! You’ve embarrassed me in front of everyone. They think we are in here having sex!”
Barton laughed. “It is you, Lady Strauss, who brought this on yourself. I had planned to punish you later, but I can see that it won’t wait. I’m going to spank you, Belinda. You will learn that I am not a man to be trifled with.”
She pushed away from him and backed into the room.
He cocked his eyebrows and smiled.
“You’ve already had one dress ruined tonight, milady. Resist your punishment and it could be two. And you will find it much harder to weave through the crowd while trying to explain how your dress was torn.”
Belinda gasped. “This dress means a great deal to me.”
“Then behave, and it will not be ruined.”
Belinda hated the look of pure anger that was on his face.
“It is time for you to take your punishment, Belinda. Go to the table and bend over. Now.”