The Return of Lady Honoria

**This book is not a romance--this book is pure erotica.

WHITE-**hot historical regency erotica! Only a lady with Immense Fortune, Impeccable Hair and unfortunate bosom would follow her mysterious lover of less than two weeks to the glittering and dangerous world of Regency London. Unaware that Danton plays a deeper game than she knows, Honoria is caught up in the erotic currents that surround him as the darkly magnificent, Michel, Duc d'Ganelon uncovers her hidden desires. Drawn to his unholy yearnings, Honoria finds herself torn between two men--and quite a few servants--as Danton's desperate secret threatens her very soul.

Can Danton stop her from becoming the woman Michel needs or will she take her place at the devastating Frenchman's side--forever?

WARNING: This story contains extremely graphic detail, a hot Frenchman with exquisite manners and a taste for pain; sexy, needy servants and a bromance gone wrong. Watch your hands, your kindle might ignite!

Excerpt:

Light from the carriage lanterns made his pale brown eyes stand out. "My lord told me to make sure you enjoyed yourself."

The man lurched across the carriage, lifted her gown and burrowed his face between her legs. The first touch of his hot, wet tongue on her flesh made her jump. He didn't try to touch her in any other way, just plunged his tongue between her nether lips and ran it down her cleft, licking into her hole. His face pushed against her, teeth working her hidden nub while his mouth tried to suck her dry.

Honoria's angst vanished. She didn't recognize the sounds she was making, grunting and thrusting her hips. She pulled her skirts up and shuddered at the sight of his forehead between her thighs. No one had ever touched her with their tongue. The sensation was strange and brazenly decadent. Was this how a man felt when he was suckled?

"What are you doing?" she gasped, smacking her fan down across his shoulders.

The little man sat back on his heels, wiped his mouth on his sleeve and regarded her gravely. "If you relax, it'll feel better."

He waited for a second, studying her response, Honoria realized. "Do you get anything out of this?" she questioned, wondering if it would look odd to push her skirt down while they were talking. "Surely you need...release?"

He shook his head and gestured down at his crotch. "I am fine, m'lady. But thank you for asking."

Honoria glanced down between her knees to the non-existent bulge in his trousers. "You aren't attracted to me?"

He looked horrified. "I'm a servant, m'lady. It's my job to serve."

Honoria didn't want to tell him about her servants, and instead sat up. "Come over here," she commanded.

He crawled up on the bench beside her and sat warily. "M'lady?"

"Take off your breeches."

"M'lady?" he almost squeaked, holding both hands over a rapidly growing bulge.

Perhaps he needed direction? Honoria gave him a very firm look. "Take off your breeches and show yourself to me," she said.

Check back later , when Honoria returns in Lady Honoria and the Falcon of the Desert!

Can Honoria survive the lustful attentions of a harem of sex-crazed women, a pompous English bureaucrat, a hot Master of Disguise and Danton's secret mission? Coming soon.