"A neat little tale of conspiracy, as well as steamy sexual education of a prim and proper lady."
Reviewed by Kay Quintin
Posted May 13, 2010
Romance Historical
After being marooned and left for dead for two years,
Captain Samuel Breedlove returns to London a wealthy man,
only to find his fiancée, Annabelle Bailey, planning to wed
another. Annabelle, now engaged to the Earl of Raventhorpe,
is clueless that the earl is responsible for Samuel's
attempted murder. The earl has only his title, since he is
hopelessly in debt and plans that marriage to the wealthy
Annabelle will solve his problems. Samuel engages Annabelle's very proper widowed governess,
Priscilla "Cilla" Burke, to conspire in saving Annabelle by
revealing the fraud and stopping the wedding. Cilla's
experience at marriage was less than satisfactory
(including the sex), so she strikes a bargain to help
Samuel -- he must teach her the finer points of love,
specifically sexual gratification, to enable her to choose
a better husband the next time. Cilla's first mind-blowing
lesson soon turns into love for Samuel, who insists that he
is incapable of love. Both are caught up in a web of
attempted murder and vicious encounters with the villain as
Annabelle's life is placed in danger. Debra Mullins has woven a neat little tale of
conspiracy and the hot, hot sexual education of the prim
and proper Cilla. The sexual scenes are very explicit and
graphic, but written in good taste. I was caught up in
Cilla's extremely honest and caring demeanor, as well as
Samuel's honesty in striving to be totally sincere with his
intentions. I will definitely look forward to further books
on Debra's Victorian series.
SUMMARY
Two years ago, dashing Captain Samuel Breedlove
disappeared without a word. But he's resurfaced in London
a wealthy man, only to discover his fiancée planning to
wed another. Now Samuel needs to restore his good name and
expose a villain--and tempting, temptable Cilla seems an
ideal accomplice. Priscilla Burke knows the marriage of her charge,
Annabelle Bailey, to the Earl of Raventhorpe must be
perfect. It would be madness for her to even consider
doing anything that would mar this beautiful day and
destroy her fledgling career as a wedding planner. Why
then is she so drawn to this irresistible stranger who
insists she help him sabotage the impending affair? But a proper lady’s desire is nothing to toy with. And a
man whose character has been questioned cannot allow
himself to dream of happily ever after. This not-so-
innocent seduction may have unforeseen consequences…
ExcerptHe frowned at her. “Come now, Cilla. Of course you
believe it exists. You married for love, didn’t you?” “I did.” She reached for the bottle, but he grabbed
it before she could. She almost protested—until he tipped
some wine into her glass. “I married for love. Embarrassed
my family, left my friends and the only life I ever knew
behind, all because I fell in love.” She leaned forward and
fixed him with a fierce stare. “I was stupid.” “Don’t say that, Cilla. All women know how to love—at
least what they think love is. There are many women who do
the same thing you did, every day.” “Then we’re all stupid to believe a man’s lies. All
Edward wanted was the money he thought I had. But he didn’t
expect my father to disown me, did he? All I had when we
ran off together were the jewels I had inherited from my
grandmother. And he took them, every one, and sold them for
cash that he lost at the gaming tables.” She leaned back in
her chair, suddenly exhausted. “That was my love, Samuel.” “Is that why you don’t want to marry again? Certainly
a romantic woman like you longs for a lover.” “Ha! A lover? Who would fill the position, Samuel?
You?” “I believe you have had enough wine.” He took her
glass away and placed it on his other side, beyond her
reach, then moved a goblet of water in front of her. “Drink
this. It will steady you.” She took up the glass and drank, then set it down and
looked at him with her mouth set in defiance. “As for me being your lover—” he began. “I was not suggesting that!” “Weren’t you?” He fixed her with a knowing stare that
made her heart skip beats. “I admit, the thought has
crossed my mind. You are a very attractive woman. I’ve been
tempted since the first moment I saw you.” The breath left her lungs. “What—” “And I do know how to make love to a woman. To take
her breath away with a kiss. Melt her knees with a touch.”
He raised her fingers to his lips. “To bring her pleasure
that will make her scream my name.” “Then why—” “I think you want a lover, Cilla, but it can’t be me.
Not if we’re going to work together.” Stung, she snatched her tingling hand
away. “Nonsense. I do not want a lover. Why would I? Women
were created to endure men’s lusts, not enjoy them.” “Surely you don’t believe that.” “Surely, I do.” “That’s a pity, Cilla. Not to speak ill of the dead,
but I’m sorry your husband did properly not see to your
needs.” “My needs? I do not know what you are talking about.” “My, my. Do realize the challenge you pose with those
words? I’m almost tempted to show you myself.” “I doubt you could show me anything new, Captain.” He chuckled. “Well then, how about a wager?” The gleam in his eye made him appear a little too
pleased with himself. She regarded him with
suspicion. “What type of woman to you take me for?” “The type to engage in a harmless wager between
friends.” “And are we friends?” “We’re certainly not enemies.” “True.” She nibbled her lower lip. “What type of
wager?” “I will wager that I can make you cry out my name in
pleasure—without me removing a single piece of your
clothing.” Her common sense urged her to deny his claim, to slap
his face in outrage, but she hesitated. Part of her was
intrigued by his boast. Certainly it was impossible. How
could a man do such a thing if she remained fully clothed?
But his seductive words of moments before had sent her
blood thundering to unmentionable places, and she found
herself ensnared by the idea that he just might be able to
do what he claimed. “Are you mad?” “Not mad,” he said. “Confident.” Oh, she wanted to wipe the smirk right off his
face. “What would we wager?” “A guinea,” he said. “How can you have a guinea when the highwayman stole
your purse?” “I have John’s purse. How else did you think I was
paying for the inn?” He produced the purse and took out a
guinea, laying it on the table. “If you win, you get the
guinea.” “And if you win? What do you get, Captain?” “A kiss,” he decided. “And not one of those little
pecks on the cheek. A real woman’s kiss.” The thought of kissing him left her breathless. “This
is probably not a good idea.” “What are you afraid of?” She eyed him for a long moment. She did not truly
believe he could do as he claimed, however exciting the
fantasy, but she did have to admit to a certain curiosity.
Her attraction to him had bubbled steadily from the moment
she had first seen him. Dear God, how long had it been since anyone had
touched her? “I accept your wager,” she said. “And I will be
pleased to accept your guinea when you lose.” He gave her a slow smile that sent a streak of heat
straight to her woman’s parts. “I have no intention of
losing.”
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