My Lady Taken

The Duke of Sutherlin's spying career is over and the time has arrived for him to marry. But Radford isn't certain he can find a hot-blooded lady like his ex-spying friends from the Archangels have.

However, never daunted, he concocts a plan to find a passionate woman to marry by betting himself in marriage on the books at White's. He is a Duke after all, therefore making him any English lady's prize and hopefully sending them in amorous pursuit of him.

What he doesn't expect is the feminine artifice of Lady Nia O'Shea when she sets her witty, seductive, and scheming sights on him. But all is not what it seems in this erotic adventure and the plot and carnal play advance into lively adventures in and out of bed. Where the duke falls in love with a woman whose face he never sees until the very end.



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Excerpt:
It was a fast paced waltz in the inky blackness and each time Lady Nia sought to move in the direction of escape, the bold touch of his fingers and hand startled her back into the direction of his intention. Cornered. He was certain that he touched a full breast, a bare waist, and the creamy cheek of a nicely rounded ass with his briefly stroking fingers. Each tangible feeling amazing him with the reality of her complete nudity, and proved to stroke his ardor higher.

Suddenly, the back of Nia's bare thighs bumped a small table, rattling a crystal lamp and something else unknown crashed onto the floor, shattering. She cried out, flinging her hands upward in the attempt to keep from falling. Then, abruptly in the pitched blackness, she was engulfed against warm material and a tall hardened body beneath.

"It is not to be like this!" she gasped, senselessly overwhelmed by the masculine presence carrying her to safe equilibrium with her spine braced gently against the wall beside the table. Her fingers clutched a twill jacket and the firm broadness of muscular shoulders beneath. All at a height that dwarfed her uncommon tallness.

She was not to be caught like this. The written instructions had been clear. She was to tease, titillate, and flirt, perhaps flirting outrageously using her naked body in glancing touches to inflame the Duke. However, she was not to allow him to touch her more than briefly on their first encounter.

"Carefully laid plans gone awry, cherie?" Radford's warm breath caressed her cheek too intimately.

She could not feel his hands touching her, only his unyielding body pressing down the entire length of her figure, pinning her to the wall at her back. "Yes, I..." she murmured in confusion, with her lips brushing the strong heated hollow of his throat as he moved his hips with a barely perceptible motion that slowly undulated the impression of his hardening cock against her lower belly.

"A little late to turn shy or moral, my sweet."

Nia gasped as Radford's tongue suddenly slid along the shell of her ear. She was clutching his shoulders and nearly pulling him to her, yet now her senses returned slightly with his words. What was she doing? She could barely think clearly. That had never happened to her before, not in such a simple situation. Simple? Oh Lord! She was losing her grasp. Nonetheless, just the permeation of Lord Sutherlin's masculine heat, his smell, and the feel of his tall muscular body against her body, was overwhelming her. He was dangerous.

Nia realized in a breathless second that Lord Radford Sutherlin was a very dangerous man. Suddenly, she shoved against his shoulder wiggling her body with the purpose of freedom against his towering build. "Let me go," she cried tightly.

The second the words left her lips, he stepped backward, completely surprising her. She turned instantly thinking to flee, yet her bare breasts encountered his straight arm braced against the wall, halting her forward motion. Instinctively, she backed up only to find herself halted by his other arm braced straight behind her.

"Hush, cherie." His voice deepened with soothing sounds. "But we will talk."