MASTER ZANE
The Rogue Aristocrat
A VICTORIAN ROMANCE
BOOK DESCRIPTION
MAYFAIR, LONDON 1890
How does a French Casanova fall under Cupid’s spell?
Zane De'Ville, a French aristocrat and infamous womanizer, finds himself taking care of a beautiful young lady who doesn’t remember anything, but after a short time he starts to doubt the legitimacy of her amnesia.
It is imperative he finds out who she is and where she lives. Staying alone in a gentleman’s home is questionable at best, and given his scandalous reputation, if the news got out it could ruin her.
Flora is going to marry the man of her choice! That’s what she’s told her father, but he insists she marry a German prince fifteen years her senior. Totally frustrated she sneaks away to hide with a close friend until he sees sense.
She believes she’s safe, but he suddenly bursts into the house. Determined not to be found she runs off a second time, but straight into a storm. As she dashes through the driving rain she collides with a man and tumbles to the ground. Totally dazed she lifts her head, and finds herself gazing into the warmest brown eyes she’s ever seen…then everything goes black.
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Maggie Carpenter won the Spanking Romance Reviews Award for Best Victorian Romance in 2015 (His Willful Bride) and 2016 (The Wanton Widow).
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EXCERPT
Heat Level 2
Spanking Over Clothes
“Zane, you can’t,” she protested. “You just can’t.”
“I can and I will,” he said sharply, and grabbing her wrist he pulled her to the closest chair, yanked her over his lap, and placed his leg over the backs of her knees.
“NO! Let me go, please, I beg you, let me go.”
“You are a willful irresponsible young woman and this is long overdue.”
Smoothing his hand over her upturned bottom he discovered she’d not bothered with her petticoats; the thin silk dress and knickers underneath would offer little protection.
“Prepare yourself. This will hurt,” he warned, and immediately launched into the discipline, rapidly moving his flattened palm from cheek to cheek.
“OW! NO! STOP! NO! OW!” she wailed squirming frantically.
“Do I have your attention?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she said breathlessly. “You do, please, no more.”
“There will most definitely be more,” he said sternly, landing several hard slaps to underscore his decree, “but for the moment you will listen to me. Understood?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Yes, sir, I will listen, I swear.”
“What were you doing out in the street?”
“I was going to my friend’s place.”
“Your friend? Who is this friend and why were you going there? Were you planning to come back, or were you going to leave me to worry as you’ve left your family to worry?”
“I was going to let her know I was safe then come back here right away. I was going to tell you about it in the morning. I was, I promise I was.”
“I cannot believe my ears. You decided to go out late at night by yourself, then come back again? You foolish girl,” he scolded, abruptly delivering several more swats. “You see what happened? No sooner were you outside than you got in trouble. Had I not been in the drawing room I would not have heard you scream.”
“OW, OW.”
“You will never again do something so reckless, do you hear me?”
“OW! OUCH! YES, SIR!”
“You should have told me about this friend of yours when I asked earlier,” he admonished, resting his hand on her hot backside and giving it a squeeze. “Why didn’t you?”
“I, uh…ouch!”
“You what?”
“I’d rather not tell you.”
“You most certainly will tell me,” he declared immediately sending his hand back to work. “You’re going to tell me and it’s going to be the truth.”
“OWW, yes, all right, I will, but can I catch my breath for a minute?” she panted. “I need to, uh, gather my thoughts.”
“NO! You’ll tell me now!”
“All right, I will. Just don’t spank me anymore.”
“That’s up to you. Start talking.”
“My friend, her name is Anne, she would have insisted I leave here and stay with her until things are sorted out and I don’t want to do that. I want to stay here with you.”
Zane shook his head. Would the girl never stop surprising him? Confessing that she wanted to stay with him had taken courage.
“That must have been difficult,” he murmured. “Thank you for being brave and honest. You’re done for now, but you’ll find yourself back here if you don’t behave. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“We still have some matters to discuss but it’s very late,” he said helping her up. “I’m tired and I’m sure you are too.”
“I am, and my bottom is stinging like mad.”
“If you do foolish things around me that’s what will happen. Knowing that, do you still want to stay here?”
“Uh…can I answer that later?”
“No, you must answer me now.”
“You’re so hard.”
“I’m not hard, you’re just spoiled. Do you still want to stay knowing you’ll be subject to my discipline?”
“Yes,” she mumbled staring at the floor.
“I’m delighted to hear it. We’ll talk in the morning, but before I take you back to your room there’s something you need to know.”
“Is it serious?”
“Yes, very, there was a notice in the paper about you.”
“WHAT?” she gasped, her head darting up.
“The headline said, Lady Flora Braithwaite Missing, and I’d just started reading the report when I heard your scream.”
“Oh, my, goodness!”
“Exactly. Even though it’s late I’m going to send my first footman to your house with a note saying that you’re safe, that you lost your memory from a fall, and will be in touch tomorrow morning. I won’t use my embossed paper and they won’t know you’re here. I doubt it would help your cause if they knew you were staying with a gentleman, especially not me.”
“Why especially not you?”
“In Paris I have a less than stellar reputation. If your parents make certain inquiries they may hear things about me. You must not mention my name. I don’t mind but you might.”
“Is this a case when a lie might be better served than the truth?” she asked softly, looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye.
“Are you being cheeky?”
“Sort of, but not really.”
“You’ll simply say you don’t wish to talk about it. Or perhaps your friend…what’s her name?”
“Anne.”
“Perhaps your friend Anne will have a suggestion, but you mustn’t tell them you were staying with me. Clear?”
“I understand, but I’d like to know about this reputation you speak of.”
“Doubtless you will soon enough. Come to my office and write down your address. I assume it’s not far.”
“Just around the corner and down a couple of blocks.”
“Over breakfast you’ll tell me the whole story.”
It had been a statement not a request, and lowering her eyes she nodded her head.
“You know you deserved that spanking, don’t you?”
“Um…I suppose.”
“You suppose? Going out by yourself so late at night and in the snow? I should spank you for not realizing how totally irresponsible that was.”
“NO!” she exclaimed, “I do realize, I do. Sorry.”
“You just didn’t want to admit it?”
“I didn’t, but I do now.”
“Bien. Come along, you’ll give me that address and I’ll rouse my footman.”
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A BIT ABOUT MAGGIE
Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.
Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2ihCNtp), a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2iE0cDa) contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.
Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.
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