The Duke and the Virgin
By Dominique Eastwick
Book 1 in the House of Lords
series
A 1 Night Stand short story
Length
Heat 4
Genre Erotic Regency Romance
At what began as an uneventful
poker game four Lords discover that the dull routine of the ton only needs a
little help from Madame Eve to mix things up. We begin with the Duke of
Foxhaven in The Duke and the Virgin.
Coming soon from Decadent Publishing
In a time when women have few
options for their futures, bluestocking wallflower Llysa Hamilton has aged out
of the marriage mart. With offers for her hand unlikely, she enlists Madame
Eve’s 1Night Stand service to find the perfect man for one passionate night.
Wolfe Thane, Duke of Foxhaven, has never lacked for anything, but he’s bored with his entitled life. Winning a 1Night Stand voucher in a poker game appears to offer a perfect, commitment-free opportunity to add spice to his sex life.
Hiding behind a mask during her date with the duke offers Llysa anonymity and courage. Wolfe has never met a woman as intriguing and disingenuous.
Can true love be unmasked in just one night or will it be destined to stay on the shelf?
Wolfe Thane, Duke of Foxhaven, has never lacked for anything, but he’s bored with his entitled life. Winning a 1Night Stand voucher in a poker game appears to offer a perfect, commitment-free opportunity to add spice to his sex life.
Hiding behind a mask during her date with the duke offers Llysa anonymity and courage. Wolfe has never met a woman as intriguing and disingenuous.
Can true love be unmasked in just one night or will it be destined to stay on the shelf?
Excerpt
“Don’t get scared now.” His voice, oh, that voice, did
strange and wonderful things to her insides.
“I’m not scared.”
“Good, because I want to see what is hiding under all these layers.” Warm lips touched the hollow spot under her jaw, distracting her and, until he eased her gown over her shoulder and it fell to the floor, she’d been unaware he’d undone her lacings.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited. She stood in front of a man in her undergarments for the first time, and the nerves had begun. Not enough to have her running for the door, but enough to worry he would be less than pleased with what he saw.
“Have you ever seen Russian nesting dolls?”
Thrown by the questions, she opened her eyes. Why would he suddenly speak about a child’s toy? “I own a few of them.”
“Then you must understand that undressing you is like playing with one of those dolls. I open one to find another beneath it. I took away your gown to find you are still as clothed as you were a moment ago and I wonder how many more layers I will have to work through to get down to you—the doll I’m searching for.”
“Two.”
He smiled and her stomach did somersaults. “Just two?”
“Well, three, if you count the corset.”
“Oh, then we must count the corset as a layer.” He spun her and shivers ran the length of her spine as the ties holding her stays relaxed. “What is going on deep within you now?”
“Anxiety.”
“Fair enough,” he whispered near her ear.
“I’m not scared.”
“Good, because I want to see what is hiding under all these layers.” Warm lips touched the hollow spot under her jaw, distracting her and, until he eased her gown over her shoulder and it fell to the floor, she’d been unaware he’d undone her lacings.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited. She stood in front of a man in her undergarments for the first time, and the nerves had begun. Not enough to have her running for the door, but enough to worry he would be less than pleased with what he saw.
“Have you ever seen Russian nesting dolls?”
Thrown by the questions, she opened her eyes. Why would he suddenly speak about a child’s toy? “I own a few of them.”
“Then you must understand that undressing you is like playing with one of those dolls. I open one to find another beneath it. I took away your gown to find you are still as clothed as you were a moment ago and I wonder how many more layers I will have to work through to get down to you—the doll I’m searching for.”
“Two.”
He smiled and her stomach did somersaults. “Just two?”
“Well, three, if you count the corset.”
“Oh, then we must count the corset as a layer.” He spun her and shivers ran the length of her spine as the ties holding her stays relaxed. “What is going on deep within you now?”
“Anxiety.”
“Fair enough,” he whispered near her ear.
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