"Historical Romance meets sensual and powerful Erotica..."
Reviewed by Mandy Burns
Posted April 2, 2011
Romance Erotica Sensual | Romance Historical | Erotica Historical
So far, Gabriel Swanfield has done a great job of avoiding
frequenting the aristocratic circles of London society
unless absolutely necessary. To his great disappointment,
his current situation warrants some contact with the rich
and spoiled. Due to past betrayals and a devastating year of
being imprisoned, Gabriel lives a solitary existence except
when the need to buy a bit of good horse flesh comes about.
Gabriel hopes to purchase a few horses from Philip Ross and
quickly take his leave but Philip's daughters have other
ideas. Lisette Delornay-Ross catches Gabriel's attention
like no other woman with her honesty and forward speaking.
Though she flirts outrageously, Lisette tends to have no
interest in Gabriel which of course peaks his interest.
Gabriel has no problem indulging in anything Lisette throws
his way but he has no intent to marry or produce an heir.
Lisette Delornay-Ross's life is split in two different
worlds, one with her father who is well established in
London society and on with her mother who owns a very
popular House of Pleasures. Lisette, familiar with life's
pleasures, is determined to control her wild ways so as to
not embarrass her younger sister as she is introduced into
society until the brooding and rude Lord Gabriel Swanfield
peeks her interest. Lisette becomes
attracted enough with his lack of interest in her but the
secrets Lisette know he holds close are too enticing to let
alone. Lisette attempts her usual brand of flirting which is
frowned upon in polite society but ignites a passion neither
Lisette or Gabriel is ready for. Old insecurities and
betrayal, along with the past, threaten the balance until
everything spirals out of control forcing both Gabriel and
Lisette to make decisions they swore they would never make.
Pearce's House of Pleasure series continues to offer the
reader a touch of Historical Romance with a strong dose of
erotica that burns up the pages.
Your most scorching desires come blissfully true at
Madame Heleneâ€™s Pleasure Houseâ€”an elite brothel in Regency
England where passion has no limitsâ€¦
Nothingâ€™s More Satisfying Thanâ€¦
With an unconventional upbringing and a reputation as a
shameless flirt, Lisette Delornay-Ross is not your typical
young lady of the ton. Unlike her peers, she is not afraid
to follow her desires. And what she desires is Major Lord
Fulfilling Forbidden Passionsâ€¦
Returned to England after his harrowing ordeal as a war
prisoner, Gabriel has shunned society. When Lisette brazenly
confronts him, he feels an overwhelming stirring of lust.
Heâ€™s sure she would never entertain the illicit desires he
indulges at Madame Heleneâ€™s. But when he kisses her, he
discovers her thirst for pleasureâ€”and adventureâ€”matches hisâ€¦
Knowles Hall, England, 1822
â€śWhy on earth did you invite him, Christian?â€ť Lisette
Delornay-Ross nudged her twinâ€™s arm and nodded at the corner
of the sunny breakfast room where Major Lord Gabriel
Swanfield read the newspaper and continued to ignore everyone
â€śI didnâ€™t invite him.â€ť Christian poured himself more
Lisette leaned her elbows on the table and
brother. â€śBut heâ€™s nowhere near Fatherâ€™s age, so how do they
know each other?â€ť
â€śIâ€™ve no idea. Why donâ€™t you stop bothering me and go
ask Lord Swanfield himself?â€ť
â€śBecause heâ€™ll stare at me as if Iâ€™m a worm and then
a one-word answer that tells me nothing.â€ť
â€śI take it youâ€™ve already met him then?â€ť Christian
â€śIs he really that unforthcoming?â€ť
â€śWhen I was introduced to him the other night he barely
bothered to say a word to me.â€ť Lisette stood up. â€śPerhaps Iâ€™ll
go and ask Father. Heâ€™ll probably tell me the truth.â€ť
Christian leaned back in his chair to study her, his
hair catching the light, his long, elegant body shown to
in his brown coat and black breeches. â€śThe real question is,
why are you so interested in Lord Swanfield?â€ť
â€śBecause I hate being ignored?â€ť
â€śThatâ€™s certainly true, but there are plenty of other
here this week eager to flirt with you. Why not go and
bother one of them?â€ť
Lisette frowned. â€śAre you warning me off?â€ť
â€śAs if you would pay any attention to me if I did.â€ť
shrugged. â€śAs far as I know, he doesnâ€™t mix much in
â€śBut what you do know of him, you donâ€™t like?â€ť
â€śDonâ€™t start, Lis.â€ť He sighed. â€śAs I said, if you
to pry, go and talk to the poor man.â€ť
â€śPerhaps I will.â€ť
Determined not to be shown up by her brother, Lisette
marched across to where Lord Swanfield sat hidden behind his
newspaper and cleared her throat. He lowered the paper the
merest inch and studied her over the top of it.
Lisette gave him her sweetest smile. â€śI just wanted
you good morning, my lord. Weâ€™ve scarcely had a chance to
speak since your arrival.â€ť
The paper came down another three inches, allowing
look into his eyes. Up close, they were a very dark blue and
fringed with long lashes.
â€śAnd you are?â€ť
Good Lord, the man didnâ€™t even remember being introduced
to her! Lisette kept smiling. â€śIâ€™m Miss Ross, Lord Knowlesâ€™s
eldest daughter. Iâ€™m acting as my fatherâ€™s hostess this
â€śAh. A pleasure, maâ€™am.â€ť His fingers
twitched on the newspaper
as if he intended to flip it back up and dismiss her, but
Lisette was quicker. If he intended to be so dismissive of her,
she could definitely be a little forward.
â€śI was wondering what brought you here to Knowles Hall
during this particular week. I donâ€™t remember your name being
on the guest list.â€ť She smiled graciously. â€śNot that you arenâ€™t
welcome, of course.â€ť
His dark brows drew together. â€śIâ€™m looking for some
horses. Your father told me to come down anytime I liked. I
didnâ€™t realize all this nonsense would be going on.â€ť
â€śOr else you wouldnâ€™t have come.â€ť
He met her gaze properly for the first time, a hint
surprise in his. â€śExactly.â€ť
Beneath the careful upper-class cadences of his voice
was a slight northern burr, which deepened his tone and made
it rougher and far more interesting.
â€śWell, Iâ€™m sorry that we are spoiling your quiet week
She couldnâ€™t decide whether he was incapable of
her sarcasm or really quite rude. She suspected the latter.
think us frivolous and unworthy of your interest then, my
He started to fold the paper and she caught sight of
parallel scars on his left cheek that disappeared below his
collar. â€śI didnâ€™t say that.â€ť
â€śBut you obviously think
so. I donâ€™t believe youâ€™ve spoken
a single word to anyone since you walked into this room.â€ť
He raised his eyebrows. â€śIâ€™ve spoken to you.â€ť
She stared at him for a long moment as she struggled
her tongue. â€śAre you going out with the shooting party
A shudder of something that looked like revulsion passed
over his face. â€śNo, Miss Ross, Iâ€™m not.â€ť
â€śThen would you like to join me and some of the other
ladies for a walk around the estate?â€ť She wasnâ€™t quite sure why
she made the offer when he was being so objectionable, but she
refused to be defeated by any man.
â€śUnfortunately, Iâ€™m already engaged. Your father has
someone to show me around the stables.â€ť
â€śWhich is why you came here in the first place.â€ť
He stood up and dropped the newspaper onto the table.
found she had to look up at him, which was unnerving. Sheâ€™d
only viewed him from above last night when her father had
brought him into the great hall. At five foot eight, she was
for a woman, but he topped her by at least five inches. He was
as lean and elegant as a greyhound, his shoulders accentuated
by the confines of his black coat and his long thighs
clinging buckskin. He inclined his head the barest inch.
â€śGood morning, Miss Ross.â€ť
She dropped him a quick curtsey. â€śGood morning, my
He nodded and strolled away, stopped to talk to one
footmen positioned by the door, and was directed on his way.
â€śWell,â€ť Lisette huffed as her half sister, Emily, and
friends came up beside her. â€śWhat an incredibly rude man.â€ť
â€śWhat did he say to you?â€ť Emily inquired, her face
and her blue eyes eager.
â€śHe said that he didnâ€™t want to be here, and that
come to look at a horse.â€ť
Lisette smiled at her younger sisterâ€™s indignant
â€śHe most certainly did. I suspect he wishes us all to the
Emilyâ€™s two friends giggled and whispered at
and she reminded herself to be more careful. At eighteen,
Emilyâ€™s prospects for an excellent marriage were much on her
mind. Lisette didnâ€™t want to spoil anything for Emily by
the tonâ€™s attention to her less than reputable half sister.
â€śI wonder if he will attend the ball on Friday.â€ť
Lisette sighed at the hopeful gleam in Emilyâ€™s eyes.
was it about dark-haired brooding men that sent all young girls
into a flutter? In her experience, good-looking men did not
make good husbands or lovers, being far too concerned with
their own appearance to care about a womanâ€™s feelings.
â€śIâ€™m not sure if heâ€™ll be staying the full week,
heâ€™s decided on a horse, heâ€™ll probably be off.â€ť
â€śOh.â€ť There was a wealth of regret in Emilyâ€™s
Lisette tried to ignore. She was very fond of her sister,
amazed at the differences between them. Emily had
been protected by their father all her life, whereas Lisette
only met him three years ago. Emilyâ€™s safe, romantic view of
the world had never been Lisetteâ€™s and never would.
â€śIf he does stay, Iâ€™m sure heâ€™ll dance with you.â€ť
Emilyâ€™s shoulder. â€śHe can hardly say no.â€ť She paused to
consider her words. â€śWell, he probably could, but Iâ€™m sure
Papa can persuade him to change his mind.â€ť
Emily pouted. â€śBut I donâ€™t want him to ask me out of
I want him to ask me because he canâ€™t bear not to dance with
me. He is an earl, Lisette!â€ť
Lisette struggled not to smile. â€śThen make yourself
to him over the next few days, and Iâ€™m sure heâ€™ll come around
and ask you to dance. Why wouldnâ€™t he?â€ť
â€śHeâ€™d probably rather ask you. What man wouldnâ€™t?â€ť Emily
Lisette chuckled, remembering the complete lack of
in Lord Swanfieldâ€™s rather fine eyes. â€śAfter the way he just
spoke to me, I doubt that.â€ť
Emily grabbed her hand. â€śOh, shall we have a wager to see
who can get him to ask us to dance first? Wouldnâ€™t that be
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