Portia Ward has desired Lord Ian Hornsbee since she was thirteen and saw him making love to three women in one night.
Her goal in life was simple. His lordship would be the man who would marry her and take her innocence.
When he leaves to fight in the Napoleonic Wars, Portia fears she may never see him again.
With her father’s failing health, and Lord Rothbury now a suitor, she has little choice but to marry a man she does not love.
However, fate, and her husband’s growing addiction, intervene and she finally comes face to face with the man of her dreams.
Is he all that she ever wanted or does he simply want her in his bed as part of pawn in his game?
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / GeneralThis book sold well during its intial release. It's part of a series that will be added to. I feel it will do well if it's translated into other languages as historical erotica is always popular.
He walked over to me, eyeing me up and down. He obviously did not recognize me. He lifted my hand and kissed the back of it. “Please call me Ian. Lord Hornsbee is far too formal for my liking.”
“Ian,” I said. How many times had I whispered his name before I went to sleep?
“Portia is the one who plays the pianoforte,” said Winston.
I knew he had told him that to gain his sympathy and perhaps he’d opt not to take it.
“And I’m guessing she plays well. I can tell by looking at her hands and fingers they have a talent for touching things and making them happy.”
He lifted my hand again and rubbed my fingers over his mouth and cheek. The scar was raised and I felt its rough edges. “Would you please play for me while I sit and enjoy the rest of my brandy?”
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Already translated.
Translated by Teresa Sassani
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Author review: It's always a pleasure to work with Teresa. |
