"Wow can this guy turn a woman into a wet puddle of desire! These sex scenes scream with intensity, making my heart cry out for some tutoring of my own.Ms. Featherstone has created a wonderfully sensual story that I highly recommend."- Francesca Hayne, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"..a very sensuous tale.highly erotic and this reviewer was definitely squirming in her seat reading it. When this reviewer read the last page there was a sigh on her lips and goose bumps on her skin. A very satisfactory read, fans of sensual, erotic historical tales will be delighted." - Valerie, Love Romances
" This trip through a world of exotic passions and fragile feelings captured my heart and won a place on my favorites list." Rachelle, Enchanted in Romance
"This is a tender romance..a wonderful story and the characters' transformation is touching, the end heart-warming." Kay, Enchanted in Romance
"This is a gem of a story that, given the chance, won't let you down!" Sarah, Fallen Angel Review
"A red-hot, emotionally charged read. The passion is scorching, yet dignified. The dialogue titillating was well as engaging. For a story that will entice, entertain and engage the emotions, I highly recommend this quick little read and only wish it had been a full-length novel." Terrie Figueroa, Romance Reviews Today
"A gripping erotic historical romance written by a rising star of the genre! I can't wait to read Ms. Featherstone's next book!" Julie Bonello, Ecataromance
"Ms Featherstone has aptly demonstrated that she is a talented author and one that I look forward to reading again in the future." Ecataromance
She was a lady.
He was anything but a gentleman.
She was an overlooked wallflower, until...
he saw to the task of Tutoring Lady Jane
As the door closed behind Prakash, a black carriage, led by four greys came into view. The full moon magically appeared between the parting clouds, the white light glinting off the top of the carriage. A carriage lantern swayed with the rhythm of the horse's canter and Gavin followed its yellow light like a beacon. The windows were draped in cloth, and the carriage door free of a family crest or marker. It was her. He felt it in his bones, in the way his blood quickened in his veins. She had come at last, to be tutored in the art of pleasing a man.
The carriage rolled past the window only to stop before the entrance of the front door. The coachman jumped down from his perch and lowered the step from beneath the carriage frame. The door opened and strangely Gavin felt himself holding his breath. At last she appeared, swathed in black velvet, her face concealed by a long lace veil that billowed out when the wind caught it. The sight was arousing, in a mysterious, forbidden sort of way. A veiled woman, shielding her impeccable reputation in order to tryst with a rake such as himself. The wind caught the lace again, and he was helpless to stop from wondering what her face would look like behind a shimmering red face veil, her chocolate brown eyes outlined lavishly with kohl.
The wind howled louder as the front door flew open and Prakash rushed out, holding an umbrella above her and signalling the coachman to drive around to the stables and carriage house.
What was she thinking? Were thoughts of him running through her mind? Did the idea of sharing a bed and their bodies appeal to her as much as it did him?
Voices, low and hushed echoed in the hall and Gavin had no time to stalk to his desk before Prakash opened his study door. That familiar and arousing hushed breath sounded throughout the room, making his blood run hot. Glancing over his shoulder he met the pale, yet beguiling face of his pupil.
Jane couldn't help but gasp at the sight that greeted her. There, standing before her, arm propped against the window casing stood the Viscount Grayson. He looked dangerously handsome dressed in a black velvet robe with scalloped edges and elaborate gold embroidery around the cuffs and the collar. Beneath the garment he wore a white linen shirt. Lace cuffs dangled from the sleeves, and Jane was struck by the beauty of his elegant hands as they rested against the window. He wore no stock and his shirt was opened, revealing a naked throat and a small, but intriguing glimpse of his chest. His black hair, thick and straight was unbound, lying against his shoulders.
Taking a deep breath, she swallowed hard and watched as he lowered his arm and slowly turned to face her. Jade eyes scanned her from head to toe and when his gaze rested on her veiled face, he raised one inky brow.
"Good evening, Lady Westbury." |
