The highly anticipated Pleasure Me by Monica Burns is now available!
A virgin alpha hero risks everything for the courtesan who steals his heart.
Pleasure Me
by Monica Burns
Blurb:
Youth and beauty are a courtesan’s greatest assets. At forty-one, Lady Ruth Attwood appears to have lost both, as her latest lover just abandoned her for a younger mistress. Struggling with the knowledge that she’s no longer considered desirable, she’s uncertain whether to be offended or flattered when a younger man makes her an unusual offer. In need of funds, she agrees. But then she does the unthinkable. She falls in love.
Despite his reputation as a man’s man, Baron Garrick Stratfield has never been with a woman. His physical impairment is such that he knows not even a whore will touch him, and he needs a mistress who’s willing to be kept without sharing his bed. But passion is just a delicious kiss away because his new mistress is wreaking havoc with his senses. Worse yet, someone is not only out to ruin his reputation, but frame him for murder.
Excerpts
“Are you sure friendship is the only reason you told me the
truth? I’m a courtesan, Garrick. Although I do much more than fulfill a man’s
sexual needs, my skills in the bedroom are considered excellent.”
“Instruction?” He choked out the word. Sweet Jesus,
the woman was offering to tutor him in the art of lovemaking. How in the hell
was he supposed to respond to that?
“If not that, then perhaps someone to confide in?” she said
in soothing voice. “There must be a reason why you’ve never been with a
woman. I am a good listener, when I wish to be.”
“That topic isn’t up for discussion,” he said through
clenched teeth, not even smiling at her ironic comment about listening.
“As you wish.”
The heat of her brushed against him as she walked past to
sit down at her dressing table. Stunned by her ready acquiescence, he stared at
her as she calmly reached for a jar of cream and proceeded to apply the emollient
to her hands. Awkward. It was a sensation he’d never liked, and he was feeling
extremely awkward right now. He clasped his hands behind his back then drew in
a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself.
“You’re going out this evening?” The question only
reflected how ill at ease he was. She stopped rubbing her hands and met his gaze
in the dressing table mirror.
“I was, but I’ve changed my mind,” she said quietly.
“I see.” A rush of pleasure surged through him. She hadn’t
said so, but he was certain he was the reason she’d changed her plans.
“And you? Do you have plans?” In a casual gesture, she
shrugged one shoulder out of her robe to rub cream on her skin. He inhaled a
sharp breath as he saw the lush curve of her beautiful breast reflected in the
mirror.
“No. . . I. . . I wasn’t
sure . . .” He swallowed hard as she finished rubbing cream on
her shoulder and pulled her robe back up. His breathing eased for a mere
fraction of an instant before she repeated the exercise with her other
shoulder. A knot developed in his throat, making him cough.
“Are you all right, Garrick?”
She turned quickly to face him, her robe discreetly closed.
The concerned look on her face would have eased his discomfort it he hadn’t
seen the flash of something far more dangerous in her eyes.
“I’m. . . fine.”
With a shake of his head, he cleared his throat again. She
tilted her head in contemplation. In the quiet glow of the gaslight, the
movement emphasized the sweet curve of her shoulder and throat. A sense of
impending doom swept over him, but he ignored it, unable to take his eyes off
of her.
“Do you trust me, Garrick?” The softly spoken question took
him by surprise, and he frowned.
“I would not have confided in you otherwise.”
“There’s nothing shameful about your innocence. In fact, I
find it quite. . . arousing.”
She turned to pull a long scarf from one of the dressing
table’s drawers. When she stood up to face him again, the gentle determination
reflected on her face made him tense. In the next instant, the air in his lungs
was dragged out of him in one large whoosh as he watched her slowly
untie her robe. Bloody hell, why wasn’t he racing toward the door?
“Desire is a pleasurable thing, Garrick.”
Her voice was hypnotic, and he couldn’t take his eyes off
her as she trailed one hand across her throat and then downward. The languid
movement parted her wrapper as she leisurely brushed her fingertips along the
side of her breast. It was an erotic movement that sent heat blasting through
him until his palms were damp.
“Let me show you what it’s like to feel that pleasure.” The
thin robe hiding her from him slid to the floor with a whisper, and his mouth
went dry at the sight. “Let me show you how wonderful it can be between us.”
Why was he still standing here? He should have been at the
door by now. He tried to move but couldn’t. If he didn’t do something fast there
was no hope for him. His feet remained rooted to the floor as he watched her
undo her hair so it fell down over her shoulders. God, she was beautiful. Her
eyes closed, the scarf she still held in her hand drifted across the tips of
her breast in a way that seemed natural, yet he knew it was deliberate.
“Do you like looking at me, Garrick?” The throaty whisper
scraped across his senses.
“Yes,” he rasped.
The scarf fluttered against her skin like a butterfly
touching first one delicate curve and then another. Her hands cupped her
breasts, and in a move that made it impossible for him to breathe, she circled
her fingers around her rigid nipples. With great difficulty, he suppressed the
raging need to stride forward and take her into his arms. Instead he forced
himself to take a step back from her. It did little to assuage the hunger
assaulting his rigid cock. Almost as if she could sense his need, her eyes
flickered open, and she stretched out her hand to offer him the scarf.
“Tie me to the bed.” It was a soft command that made him
stare at her in astonishment. A sensual, yet gentle, smile curved her mouth. “I
want you to be in control of your pleasure.”
As more guests arrived, Ruth
stepped out of the way to inspect the sides and back of her gown for any
unexpected wrinkles. It was more a need for time to collect herself than
concern over her dress. The sudden whisper of sensation trailing across the back
of her neck made her hand reach up to touch her skin. Satisfied her hair hadn’t
unraveled from the knot on top of her head, she turned toward the ballroom.
Another frisson skimmed its way over her skin as her gaze met that of a man who
casually handed off his overcoat to the household staff without looking away
from her.
He was almost a foot taller than her with hair the color of a moonless night. There was something intense and riveting about him. If Allegra thought Ruth had presence, her friend hadn’t met this man. He seemed to dwarf everyone and everything in the entryway. He studied her for what seemed an eternity, yet she knew it was only a few seconds before a man she didn’t recognize drew his attention away. But the stranger’s look was enough to leave her heart racing.
He was almost a foot taller than her with hair the color of a moonless night. There was something intense and riveting about him. If Allegra thought Ruth had presence, her friend hadn’t met this man. He seemed to dwarf everyone and everything in the entryway. He studied her for what seemed an eternity, yet she knew it was only a few seconds before a man she didn’t recognize drew his attention away. But the stranger’s look was enough to leave her heart racing.
She
swallowed hard as she gripped her fan tightly. Good lord, she was no longer
twenty and attending her first soiree. She flinched at the thought. Suddenly
overcome with the need to flee, she forced herself to cross the foyer floor
toward the ballroom rather than claim her cape and head back out into the
night. The frisson she’d experienced moments ago warmed her neck again, but she
refused to turn around to look at the man. She hadn’t come here this evening to
find a new paramour.
The
moment she reached the ballroom doorway, her courage sagged. There wasn’t a
single familiar face in the room. Dear God, where was Allegra? She wasn’t
certain she could do this alone. The moment the thought entered her head, she
stiffened her back. The devil she
couldn’t. Her youth might be gone, but not her dignity. As she waited for
those in front of her to pass through the receiving line, the tingle at the
nape of her neck became a blazing heat.
About the Author
A bestselling author of spicy historical and paranormal romance, Monica Burns penned her first short romance story at the age of nine when she selected the pseudonym she uses today. Her historical book awards include the 2011 RT BookReviews Reviewers Choice Award and the 2012 Gayle Wilson Heart of Excellence Award for Pleasure Me. She is also the recipient of the prestigious paranormal romance award, the 2011 PRISM Best of the Best award for Assassin’s Heart. From the days when she hid her stories from her sisters to her first completed full-length manuscript, she always believed in her dream despite rejections and setbacks. A workaholic wife and mother, Monica believes it’s possible for the good guy to win if they work hard enough.
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