Wicked Mourning by Heather Boyd is an erotic Regency romance. If Jane Austen wrote smut, this would be it, a saucy blend of clever banter and steamy sex. Clara Blackstone is the pregnant widow of a philandering husband. She's been residing at the country estate of Reginald Moore, the widower wh...
She was rather impressed by how easily she’d made the transition from whore to governess. Each job held its own set of challenges, but she had to admit caring for three small girls far exceeded her expectations. She’d actually enjoyed an entire day for a change. That had rarely happened in her fo...
Blushing, she apologized and struggled to her side of the carriage bench. “Nothing to forgive.” Jack rapped on the wall of the carriage. “Mr. Whisker, a little more care if you please.” The coachman grumbled and Constance hid a smile. The state of the road wasn’t the...
Shot. Pull the trigger. Just three actions to end the misery. Aiden Banks, the Duke of Lewes, shifted under the weight of Lady Russell's feminine bulk, too dejected to remove his hand from her large breast. It hadn't been his choice to fondle her. She'd taken the initiative all on her own the mom...
She was not really that weary, but she suddenly could not bear to be around her family. And especially not Lady Ellicott. Uncertainty plagued her. She was still attracted to Felix, much more so than she was to the man she would marry. As she ascended the stairs, she studied the face of the late D...
In the past he’d woken to an empty bed, and a day empty save for the business of appearing busy. He’d much rather still be in bed with Miranda now, watching her sleep so peacefully as if their problems didn’t exist and her heartbeat was as strong as his. It had taken all of his resolve not to wak...
At this hour the business was booming, and there were very few chairs left unoccupied in the establishment. An arm rose at the back of the room, blue wool sleeve, gold lace stripe, and buttons at the cuff. That was sure to be Captain Hastings, his cousin’s commanding officer, waiting to meet him ...
David Hawke had not reappeared since this morning. His front door remained stubbornly closed despite her wish to see him and have the notice calling in the debt delivered to Peter. She glanced to where her brother paced, hands restlessly shuffling cards, making them dance in the air as he perform...
Her visit to her father that day had been horrible and had broken her heart. When she’d first spoken, he’d looked at her blankly and Iris had needed to remind him of her name. He’d shrugged off the incident but upon her leaving, he’d looked at her so strangely again and only pressed a courtly kis...
By his calculation, the estate had far too few outdoor staff to manage the grounds, and not enough housemaids to keep the abbey pristine. No wonder important matters had become neglected. No wonder the dust was thick in the corners of every room. “Your brandy, Mr. Randall,” the butler...
Everywhere he turned, he always seemed to find her watching him with those soft, unguarded eyes. She was currently dusting the furniture and had paused to look down the staircase at a commotion in the hall. He peered over her shoulder too, eyes widening in surprise. His half sisters—Victoria, Aud...
But Justin felt so damn good about claiming Clarry in broad daylight that he hadn’t thought to moderate his words. He still fumed over coming second to his brother. But at least his brother had never laid a finger, or anything else, on his future wife. Clarry ignored him and stared at her c...
Mrs. Hartwood gushed as Melanie stirred half a spoonful of sugar into her cup of tea. There was always a point in every evening entertainment when matchmaking came up, so she wasn’t surprised. Since the remark was directed at Julia, and not to herself, she kept her mouth closed and her eyes down....
He had made sure he’d invited an equal numbers of ladies and gents for the ten-day house party. But to his chagrin, the ladies he’d considered his best chances for improving his acquaintance with had already paired off with other men while he’d been locked away with Esme, pretending to enjoy a jo...
Apparently, Jonathan didn’t care for that reaction either. His arm tightened around Phoebe’s waist as he pulled her to his side. “No. You know me better than to imagine I’d lie about something like this. It is the truth,” he warned. Nervously, Phoebe glanced up. His ...
The butler’s sudden announcement caught Imogen by surprise. She was not ready at all to greet Peter today or any day. She rubbed her eyes, wishing she’d remained above stairs this morning. “Could you tell him I am otherwise engaged?” “I’d like to, miss, but he’s standing right beside me.” Imogen ...