A
Sinful Education by Layna Pimentel
Series:
Pleasure Garden Follies, Book Two
Release
Date: March 7, 2016
Publisher:
Liquid Silver Books
Genre:
Erotic Historical Romance
Tour
Dates: March 7, 2016
Lord Charles
Avonlea has evaded marriage over the last year, but his mother is determined to
find him a wife. Far from consenting to any of her choices, he sets his sights
on the one woman unavailable to him, his best friend's younger sister. With no
regard for the law or her impending nuptials, he is determined to make Lady
Emily Thompson his bride. The only trouble is, he’s stumbled upon dangerous
information and hopes he can get to her before it’s too late.
Stunned and
dismayed at discovering the arrangement between her mother and the Duke of
Downsbury, Lady Emily Thompson searches for a way to break the marriage pact
with the duke. She longs to be with the only man who indulges her curiosity,
yet finds herself in the middle of a scandal that will crush her dreams
forever.
Will she find
a way to get out of marrying the duke, or will she find herself in the same
predicament as the previous duchess?
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Excerpt One:
Life was
unpredictable, much like a fire. A slight breeze could whoosh in and wreak
mayhem. And that mayhem, at present, was called Mother.
She entered
the parlor, gossiping away with his aunt.
He stood,
holding out a chair for first one and then the other at the small round table
facing the front yard. The sky was still quite dark and dreary, but the rain
seemed to have stopped for the time being.
When he sat,
his butler poured the ladies some tea and a port for Avonlea. “Will that be
all, sir?”
He nodded,
though he was tempted to find some excuse to keep the man in the room with him.
The butler
left the parlor, closing the doors behind him.
“So, ladies,
how can I entertain you this evening? I imagine it won’t be over a game of
whist.”
“You, young
man, are remiss in your duties. We expect an announcement by the end of the
season. We are tired of waiting, and...and if you do not choose a wife this
season, we will arrange to have your inheritance amended.” His mother glared
daggers at him, a cold and empty gaze that penetrated to his soul. He knew in
that instant she meant every word and would not hesitate in wielding what power
she had left as a dowager countess.
He downed the
contents of his glass as if they were his last. Avonlea preferred to enjoy the
sweetness of the deep purple tones of the liquor, but it seemed the
conversation would end up making him crazed. Every muscle from his neck down
tensed to a frightfully uncomfortable level. Christ. She cannot be serious?
“Mama, Aunt Agatha, I do not take threats well. I understand you mean well, but
I am not ready to take on a wife.”
“Who said one
has to be ready? You marry, and then you carry on with your affairs of the
estate. Besides, what are you waiting for? Love? ’Tis a female inclination, not
a man’s. And hear me now—I do not threaten the inevitable. I simply remind of
what’s to come, if no action is made.”
Avonlea
supposed his inheritance could be amended, but that would take months, even
years. And who exactly does she think I will lose my estate to? Hmm.
There was always his cousin, Albert, who
was presently taking up residence in his expansive manor in Scotland. Would the
man really trouble himself in coming so far? Besides, while Albert made his own
riches at gambling whenever he sought out the tables, his family’s fortune
afforded him the security and comforts of the privacy he required upon his
return to England. Perhaps it was best not to tempt fate.
His mother set her teacup down with a
clatter. “There are a handful of young ladies I have my eye on. Would you take
care in paying attention? I will only mention their names once, and I will
begin arranging for some informal meetings.”
Avonlea’s
innards twisted and gnarled with anxiety. Would fate be so cruel to make him go
through this again? The painful memories were too much to even give thought to
in the presence of his mother and aunt. At least the woman had suggestions.
Though, he could not wait to hear what prizes she had to offer. “What if I had
my own list of women I was considering?”
Excerpt Two:
Emily gently
closed her chamber door and swept down the hall, pausing outside of his room.
The glow of the fireplace danced across the floor under the door, but all was
silent. Perhaps he was reading from the privacy of the curtained platform bed
or standing in the window, basking in the view the west side of the manor
offered.
She quietly
opened his door and closed it behind her.
No
one stirred, nor made a sound.
She
took a step forward, parting her lips to call for him.
A soft moan caught her attention and
uncertainty crept up her spine. She should not have proceeded, but went on to
appease her curiosity. Stealing further into the room, she paused in the
corner.
She caught
sight of his lordship through the break of the curtains. Charles’ eyes were
closed, chest exposed as his hand moved beneath the sheet barely covering his
waist. Lord, he’s a sight to watch, but what exactly is he doing?
Emily moved
closer, but could not make head or tails of his motions. That is, until he
called out, “Emily.”
He moaned,
then kicked off his sheets.
Good heavens,
the sight of him was impressive. Dark, curly hair dusted his chest. His muscles
so refined that the creases begged her to touch them. Dampness settled between
her thighs again. What the hell is wrong with me? Did he just moan out my name?
She could see
clearly now as he stroked his manhood.
Emily
gasped and stepped back, bumping into a chair. Drats!
Avonlea
opened his eyes.
She lost all
sense of what she had stumbled upon. She should not have been there, no matter
how glorious or how beautiful he looked with his eyes closed, or how impressive
his body appeared. She would land straight in purgatory for this sin and many
others, but she stood at the edge of the platform still.
Charles
reached for the sheet to cover himself, as he should, but Emily could not help
but feel disappointed at the act of modesty. “You should not be here, young lady.
What sort of devil are you, for sneaking upon a bachelor’s room as such?”
About
the Author:
Born and
raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early
age. She’s a bestselling author at All Romance eBooks, and multi-published
author of historical, paranormal and contemporary erotic romances. When she
isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself
in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives
in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.
For updates on her upcoming
releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:
Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/R1bCH
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