You are cordially invited to a house party at Hexthorne
Manor, the country estate of the Duke and Duchess of Avonleah. While gathering
to celebrate Christmas with the duke and duchess, the members of the ton will indulge in their most wicked desires.
Witness the scandalous Christmas encounters of the lords and ladies of London,
as they escape to the country for a bit of revelry, a dash of indulgence, and a
healthy dose of scandal.
Part One: A Christmas Masquerade
At a ball hosted during their Christmas house party, the
Duke and Duchess of Avonleah sneak away for a bit of privacy. With social
obligations and motherhood stretching Margaret Rycroft thin, her husband hopes that
a night away from it all will be just the thing she needs. Little do they know,
some of their guests have similar plans, or that their garden maze will be
transformed into a hotbed of debauchery by their houseguests.
Part Two: A Christmas Most Scandalous
Quite some time has passed since Sheridan Cranfield,
Viscount of Perth, has shared a woman with his wife. Yet, he senses that Cecily
has become possessed with the desire to seduce a widow of the ton—a woman rumored to enjoy the
pursuits of both men and women. Joining their efforts at the Christmas fete,
the viscount and his wife set out to claim the widow for a night of passion.
Part Three: A Christmas Temptation
Lady Penelope Ingham is loath to have to attend the duke and
duchess’ Christmas house party alone. However, with both her husbands seeing to
their duties—one as an ensign at the War Office, the other attending the family
estates and lands—she is left with no choice. Despite missing Colin and Edmond
dearly, she throws herself into enjoying her time at Hexthorne Manor. Unbeknownst
to her, someone at the ball has plans of their own for her… a temptation much too
scandalous to resist.
Excerpt, Copyright 2016 Victoria Vale
Camden
couldn’t very well swat Margaret’s hand away without letting the baron know
that she was under the desk, so he forced himself to ignore it.
Clearing
his throat, he fought to focus on the matter at hand. “I beg your pardon. As I
was saying, the language of the bill is a bit radical, and the proposed changes
frighten our more conservative party members. It is my belief that the bill
should be scrapped altogether and redrafted.”
“Do you
not believe that radical change is needed, Your Grace?”
Margaret’s
hand cupped him, fondling his tender bollocks before stroking along the thick,
hard ridge fighting for freedom at the front of his breeches. Giving him a firm
squeeze, she continued in her ministrations, heedless to how it might be
affecting his ability to think and speak rationally.
“I … I
do believe,” he managed, fighting not to squirm in his chair. “…that reform can
happen in stages over time. To force radical change too quickly can cause
unrest and unease. Besides, if you push for too much, too quickly, you risk
losing necessary votes on a very important bill.”
His
wife’s hands continued upward, tugging insistently until … dear God, she was
opening his breeches. Snatching his cock free of his drawers, she continued
stroking him as she had before they’d been interrupted—long, firm strokes that
caused his erection to throb as if begging for release.
“Perhaps
you are right,” the baron relented. “I did hope we’d have enough support from
our more tolerant peers, but it would help us tremendously if some others would
join us in our efforts. Do you suppose the bill could be redrafted in time?”
“I do
believe it could.”
Camden
nearly leapt from his seat when Maggie’s warm tongue circled the head of his
cock. A groan burned the back of his throat, the pleasure of her wet mouth
circling him and sliding down his shaft inch by inch a sweet torment. He wanted
to reach beneath the table and take a fistful of her hair in his hand, to guide
her movements at the pace he desired, yet he could only sit there and endure
the slow, long pulls of her mouth on his cock while the baron droned on. Blood
roaring in his ears, Camden barely heard a word of it, discerning only a few words
here and there.
“…
horrid conditions … ill treatment … why, even children are subjected to the
horrors of prison alongside their mothers. I say, if ever there were a time for
reform, it is now, Your Grace.”
“Hmm,
yes, you are quite right,” he murmured, fighting to keep his eyes from rolling
up into his head as she took him in so far, her nose met the patch of hair at
his groin.
She’d
grown quite skilled at that in the time they’d been married, swallowing his
cock like the most skilled of tavern whores. God help him, he was so close to
spending in her mouth.
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Anita
