Sailing to London, Sophia Braighton only hopes to escape certain ruin. But when she arrives, her Great Aunt Daphne has other plans for the American-born beauty. Determined to marry off her niece to a man of means, she propels Sophia into London society, not knowing that the young woman’s trust in men is shattered. In fact, Sophia never expects to ever feel anything for a man. Then again, she never expects to find herself in the company of the dashing earl of Marlton….
From the moment he sees Sophia, Daniel Fallon feels alive in a way he has not since his broken engagement. Though the vulnerable beauty shies from the passion burning bright between them, Daniel is determined to court her and make her his bride. When he learns of the painful secret she harbors, he is equally determined to take revenge on the man responsible. But will the quest destroy him—and his future with his beloved?
Most young unmarried women spent the entire dance trying to impress him with all of their accomplishments. Sophia didn’t look up and bat her eyelashes or smile and try to press closer. Her warmth seeped through the thin fabric of her gown. The newest fashions left little to his imagination. He was on fire. She sparked in him feelings he’d sworn never to entertain again.
She cleared her throat. “What did you mean when you said you are an admirer of my aunt?”
“She is unique. I like someone who is not a sheep in the crowd and Lady Collington is an original. Some call her the cruel countess and perhaps they have some cause. She can be quite biting if vexed. She can also be a fierce and loyal ally. I quite like her.”
“The cruel countess. I suppose I can see why she’s gained that moniker.”
“Is she unkind to you?”
“No. Aunt Daphne has been very kind and thoughtful in her way. I just wish she would not have to be disappointed.” Sophia sighed heavily. Her breasts swelled over the low neck of her gown.
“Why would her ladyship ever be disappointed in you?”
She shook her head and her silken curls swished from side to side.
“You will not tell me? Then I’ll guess. You are not the woman you appear to be. You are really the scullery maid from the Braighton house in America? No? You are her nephew, not her niece?”
He shook his head. “No, that cannot be it. You are already married?”
She watched him and as he guessed, her mouth and eyes grew wider until she burst into a fit of giggles. She was adorable. “Enough.”
The sound had his heart beating so rapidly, he might have an episode, as if he was one of those horrible characters from a bad novel.
“I’ll tell you, if you promise to keep my secret.”
The dance ended, Daniel took her arm and walked swiftly to the veranda. His hand on her elbow left only his white glove separating skin from touching skin. The idea of actually feeling her flesh was heady. The cool night air helped to cool his desire.
She breathed deeply, causing her breasts to lift dangerously close to the edge of her gown’s neckline.
So much for the cooling effect of the night air.
She leaned over the veranda wall and looked out into the shadowy gardens, lit only by torches.
There were a few people lingering on the veranda—ladies getting away from the heat of the crowded ballroom and a few couples hiding behind Greek statues and Roman pillars.
“Are you cold?”
“No.” Her voice was small and far away.
He yearned for her thoughts. “You were going to tell me a secret.”
Heart-wrenching sorrow filled her eyes and they glistened though no tears fell. She straightened her posture and raised her chin. This woman held herself as if she was a queen.
He wanted her more with every second spent in her presence.
She spoke for his ears only, but her whisper shook with intensity. “My secret is I shall never marry. I should have told my aunt, but my mother made me promise to try to enjoy the season and not ruin it with such thoughts.” As she said the last words, her voice had dropped into a lush Italian accent.
He supposed the accent was her mother’s. Thomas had said her mimicry was amusing, but there was no joke here.
Her face was open and she absolutely believed she wouldn’t marry. Of course, it was ridiculous. She was beautiful, smart, funny and quick-witted. He had gleaned all of this in only a short time in her presence. She had the body of a goddess. She would marry and probably well. He was sure she would have offers before the end of the month, if not sooner.
“I think you will marry.” Regret dripped from his voice.
“No.” Her eyes filled with tears and she moved away to hide in the shadow of one of the pillars surrounding the veranda.
His mind screamed at him to apologize and walk away, but his body disobeyed and he followed her into the shadows. He tugged the glove from his hand and gently caressed the soft skin from her elbow to the cap sleeve of her gown. He dropped his hand.
She turned, only a breath away. The warmth of her body reached him though they didn’t touch.
“Please do not cry.” The soft tone hardly resembled his voice. She moved him in a way no one else ever had.
“I won’t. I’m sorry to make such a scene.” She dabbed at her eyes. Once again, the tigress returned, sad, fierce and distant. The tears made her seem even fiercer, somehow making her even more perfect. This was no stuffy debutante, with little thought for anyone but herself. She was soft, emotional, filled with life and he wanted nothing else in the world but to pull her into his arms, to watch her tigress’s eyes close as his lips covered hers.35
A.S. Fenichel adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story. Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey. She now lives in the southwest with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When she is not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history and puttering in her garden.
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For some reason I can’t give Sheila, just a kiss. What I meant as a simple, sweet, thank you gesture for a wonderful meal, doesn’t happen. When my lips touch hers and our breaths exchange, I don’t want just a kiss from her anymore. I crave more. One of my hands reaches around to Sheila’s lower back and pulls her body in close. My other hand runs up her cheek, dives into the hair behind her ear and clenches it tight, so she can’t pull away. I feel her body relax into my arms as our kiss deepens. My hand slides down and cups her ass for a moment before it lifts her bare thigh up alongside my hip. I fuel my desire for her by running my hand along the underside of her leg, until I get to her knee, soaking up her soft skin. Pulling her hips close, I can feel her pushing her hips into mine as she leans into me. Running back up the bottom of her thigh, I reach under her shorts and follow the curve of her ass until my fingers find their way to the crack in the middle. To my surprise, I can’t feel any type of panties covering her. I give a muffled moan of pleasure at the discovery and feel Sheila smiling as we continue kissing. Sheila breaks our kiss, then watches her hands as she runs them down over my chest and stomach. Looking down at her, I can see her chest expanding and contracting from her heavy breathing. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt she pulls it up until it’s high enough to expose my chest.
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Unfortunately, the classroom is empty, and I have no idea where to even look for the girls and their incredibly sexy teacher. I wander down the hall looking for someone to help me. My luck holds up when I peer in an open door and find the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen loading a shelf with colorful boxes of Kleenex.
“Finding Dory on a box of tissues is actually a thing?” I ask startling her.
Several boxes of tissues tumble to the ground, and I do the only chivalrous thing I can think of as she bends over to collect them. I grip a handful of her ass while she’s vulnerable. I expect her to slap my hand, punch me in the nuts… something. I did just walk and leave her yesterday after she came on my dick… twice. But, all I get from her is a shy smile.
“Amanda, one of the parents, brought those for her son. Apparently, rich kids are very particular about where their snot goes,” she explains.
“Ridiculous,” I mutter shaking my head.
She shrugs, placing the boxes back on the shelf. “Not really. You have to keep in mind that these kids are still very young. They believe a Ninja Turtle Band-Aid will fix a severed finger. If Finding Dory tissues are what keeps them from wiping snot on their shirts, hey, I’m all for it.”
“Good point,” I concede stepping in closer to her. I pull the door to the small supply closet closed as I crowd her, forcing her back against the shelving.
“What are you doing?” she asks quietly glancing over my shoulder as if some random person is going to walk in on us during the five minutes we’re here alone.
I flex my hips against her stomach. Her eyes widening means she feels my thickening erection in my jeans.
“Absolutely not,” she chastises. “You’re out of your mind.”
“I’ll be quick,” I promise in her ear before licking down her neck.
She groans and shudders against me. Her hands roam up my back as I take a handful of her dark hair in my hands, using my grip to tug her head back.
She presses her palms to my chest and urges me away. “I can’t,” she says.
“You already have,” I remind her.
“Yesterday didn’t happen, Kegan,” she says with an eerie sense of calm to her voice.
“I beg to differ, Lexi. If I recall, both of your orgasms were very real. You can’t deny something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. That’s just not fair.” I lean forward, resting her hands on my chest and nip at her earlobe.
“I’m not having sex in the supply closet of the school,” she hisses.
That’s what her mouth says, but it doesn’t stop her from tilting her head to the side so I can suck gently on the pulse point in her neck.
I remove one of her hands from my chest and guide it down my body until she’s gripping my cock. I roll my hips instinctively.
“We don’t have to fuck,” I tell her with a wicked smile on my face.
She shakes her head at my brazenness, but the smile never leaves her lips.
“I’m not sucking you off in the supply closet either,” she counters.
“You owe me,” I say with seriousness.
She huffs indignantly. “Owe you? How did you come to that conclusion?”
“That little wink and then taking off this morning,” I explain. “You could’ve avoided this if you’d just talked to me this morning.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?”
She grips my cock harder and leans in closer. I nearly lose my shit when I feel her hot breath on my neck. “You want a blowjob,” she taunts.
“No teeth,” I add.
She takes a step back. I’m coming to terms with the fact that she’s not the type of woman that’s going to hit her knees in a supply closet at her job, when I feel her nimble fingers open the top button on my jeans.
She reaches inside the loosened fabric and wraps her hand around my straining erection.
“That’s all you want?” I follow her line of sight as she lowers her eyes to my dick.
“For now,” I breathe when her fingernail scrapes gently over the head.
“I bet. And what do I—”
The door opens before she can finish her thought.
Scrambling, she pulls her hands from me, but there’s no denying what we’re doing in here. Our profiles are facing the open door, and well, my dick is out.
“What in the world is going on in here?”
I turn my eyes to the intruder. The headmistress.
I tuck myself back into my jeans and zip up. I don’t rush because there’s really no point.
A sniffle comes from Lexi, and when I look over at her, I notice a tear roll down her face. My gut clenches. I put her in this situation, and there’s no clear way to make things better for her.
Amelia crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot.
“We have a clear no fraternization policy, Ms. Carter. Not to mention the fact that you’re also engaging in sexually deviant behaviors in the supply closet, during school hours.” The look she’s giving Lexi hints at more hatred than just getting caught with her hands on my cock, and for some reason, it rubs me the wrong way.
“Sexually deviant behavior? On school property?” I say turning my full attention to the spiked-heel bitch that’s berating Lexi.
“Yes,” Amelia spits. “This school has higher standards than teachers who are involved in such things.”
“Really?” I hiss at her doing my best to keep my voice down because we are in an elementary school. “Where were your complaints about school property and sexual deviance when I was fucking you in the ass on your desk a couple months back?”
Amelia’s indignant attitude falters, but it’s the gasp coming from my right that demands my attention.
My fucking mouth.
I watch as full realization dawns in Lexi’s reddened eyes. Her face switches back and forth, looking at me then Amelia.
The slap in the face that comes a second later is much less than I deserve. I close my eyes, unwilling to watch Lexi as she walks away.
“A little too much attitude for a fuck toy, don’t you think?”
My blood boils at Amelia’s words. “Don’t ever talk about her like that.”
She disregards my anger and sidles closer, attempting to run her long fingernail down my chest. I step out of her reach.
“Don’t be angry, Mr. Cole. I can satisfy you more than she ever could. Since when do you go after the homely kind?”
I dump every ounce of my gentleman nature at my feet and close the distance between us. Her seductive smirk tells me she’s not reading the situation right.
“Since fucking whores like you left me unsatisfied.”
I turn my back on her and reach for the door handle.
“She’ll lose her job for this,” she spits.
A single calming breath is all I allow before I turn back to her. “If she loses her job for touching my dick in a closet, imagine what will happen when they find out you got fucked in the ass while an apple paperweight was shoved in your dirty cunt.”
She finally takes a hint and backs away from me. My fists clench, but I know even as enraged as I am, I’d never hit a woman. I walk away from her as calmly as I can to get the girls and get the hell out of here.
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Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I’ve spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I’ve always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.
Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.