Thursday, July 31, 2014

If I ever met a sexy alien...

If I ever met a sexy alien...

by Jessica E. Subject


Hello, and thank you for joining me at Decadent Divas! A huge thanks to Rebecca Royce who invited me to be a guest on the blog today! When I first started writing, I met a large group of authors through Six Sentence Sunday, one of them being Rebecca. We got to know each other a bit, and when the 1Night Stand line started at Decadent Publishing, she suggested I submit a science fiction romance story there for the line. Well, that was over three years ago, and I now have twenty-three stories published under two names, and my first multi-author anthology (Sci Spanks) has just released.

Anyway, let’s talk about aliens, my favorite thing to write about. There was a time in my life where if I had met an alien, I would have run away screaming, afraid they would want to abduct me into their spaceship, perform experiments, or worse. This belief had much to do with the movies SIGNS, and living in a farmhouse surrounded by corn fields at the same time. The fear traveled with me when we moved back to the city.

It was a fear I had to get over and fast, with children in the house. Except for a fictional movie, I had no basis for this fear. I’ve always believed in aliens, but why did they have to be scary? Why can’t they be sexy? My favorite superhero is Superman, and he’s a sexy alien.

In many of my stories, a character is meeting an alien for the first time, whether set up with them by the magical Madame Eve of the 1Night Stand series, or finding them living next door. Though how the characters react to learning of this news tends to vary.

Some run away, letting fear control their action. Others simply don’t believe and need to see proof. In my debut release, Celestial Seduction, Carrie is shocked and scared when she first learns of Frey’s true identity. But then curiosity takes over, followed by lust. This is exactly how I think I would react in her position. And it would be an experience I would never forget.

Now, I welcome the chance to meet an alien, especially if they are as hunky as in the books I read and write. If the space visitors happen to resemble those in INDEPENDENCE DAY, WAR OF THE WORLDS, or even SIGNS, I’d stare in awe for a few moments before I turned and ran. LOL

What would you do if you met an alien? Would it matter if he/she was sexy or not?


Author Bio:

Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. If you’re looking for something really steamy, check out her stories written as Paisley Brown.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at and on twitter @jsubject.

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

The Sweet Life

So I had planned to do a blog entitled Decadent Desserts this week. In preparation for it, my youngest son and I baked a chocolate chip cookie, Oreo, brownie bar. Have you seen these on the Internet? You can find the recipe here: Recipe 

If you haven’t seen it and you don’t feel like clicking over to the recipe it’s essentially one dessert bar that has a layer of chocolate chip cookies, one layer of Oreo double stuffed cookies topped off with a layer of brownies.

Since my oldest is at camp this week, I’ve been teaching my youngest kiddo how to cook. This project looked challenging (since we made the cookie dough from scratch and there are several different steps he’d have to keep track of) and the pay off seemed large. Hello! It’s like the ultimate dessert. Put mousse in that puppy and it’s got all of my favorite things. And he agreed. He’s always liked to cook so it wasn’t exactly twisting his arm.

So we did it! We got it all assembled and cooked and put it out for the cooling time. But then I had a doctor’s apt. I needed to go to. Like, my doctor is to the point of only giving me my medicine one month at a time until I went to see her kind of need to go. Which was okay because the dessert takes two hours to cool. Yep, you read that right, two whole hours!

I put the dessert up where our doggies couldn’t get it and we headed into town with visions of sweet yumminess in our heads. Two hours later (my doctor was behind and I hit rush hour traffic on the way home) we returned to find the brownies on the floor, one quarter of it dessert bar gone, and my oldest dog with two deep lacerations on his paw.

Poor dears had to be taken to the emergency vet, have their stomachs emptied, and oldest dog had to have his paw stitched up. No brownies for us. We didn’t even get to taste them. My youngest kiddo was devastated.

But a funny thing happened while we were getting ready to go to the vet. My youngest saw how miserable the dogs were and how stressed out I was (I had no idea how much chocolate the dogs had eaten and I didn’t know if the oldest dog had broken his paw so I was pretty worried about them) and my youngest tried to comfort me. As we made our way to the vet he told me that he was certain the doggies hadn’t been eating the brownies for very long or they would’ve gotten more of it. You see, the vet couldn’t get the chocolate out of their stomachs if it’d already digested past that. And, since we’d been gone for like three or four hours there was no telling how long the doggies had been eating that brownie. But my kiddo was certain the vet would be able to help them. And, he told me, we could always make another set of ultimate brownies. Turns out he was absolutely right on all accounts.

So maybe life isn’t always decadent. Sometimes it’s a bit stressful. But if you surround yourself with the right people—people who care about you and want you to be happy, it’s always a sweet.

I’m happy to report that the doggies are doing fine. Oldest dog gets his stitches out Friday and he’s started successfully hobbling around the house. We just need to get his appetite back up. Apparently the brownies ruined him for his kibble! And youngest and I made a truly inspired batch of pretzels. (You can find the recipe here though I did use parmesan cheese on some and cinnamon/sugar on some instead of salt) Can’t wait to see what today holds for our little cooking camp.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Smexy Peach and Strawberry Jam. Yes. You read that right.

Hi, I'm Jennifer Kacey! I write erotic romance and I also make jam. The two tie together I kid you not. And no, I'm not slathering my next hero in jam. (Hmm...maybe...) So stick around and see how the two tie *snicker* together.

Canning is so cool!
Seriously. When you hear that canning sound after hours of work it is the BEST SOUND EVER!!!!

So over the weekend of July 4th we bought a half bushel of peaches and 5 quarts of strawberries. Yea!

Plus, I had the inkling like I was going to write this so I took LOTS of pictures!

A few helpful hints and things to remember before we get started.
- CANNING TAKES FOREVER! It really does. You have a lot of prep to do on your fruit or veggies, you have to boil a huge amount of water, heat the lids and rings, not to mention actually cooking the "insert yummy item here". So plan a head. Leave a half a day free for canning. You'll use it all.
- Make sure you have all of your ingredients. Stop rolling your eyes. I was ready to make jam and forgot just how much sugar it took. YOWZA!!! Thankfully I had an extra...two our pantry.
- This shit gets hot. Really hot!!! It's almost as bad as making hard candy. I'm talking burn you before you can get it off hot. So be careful.
- Don't rush! There are a couple steps that always sound as if they're going to be quick but they're not, so take your time. You don't want to ruin all the prep work in the home stretch.
- This is awesome! We're going to make jam!!!

Everybody locked and loaded?!? Then let's get to it!
Things you'll need to make jam. The non-food items.
This is a canner. It's big, heavy duty and comes with the wire basket to hold your jars. See the rings on the side? Go ahead and fill this pot up with hot water a bit past the second ring from the bottom and set it to high to get it to boil. It's going to take a while to heat that much water. If you're looking for a canner set I highly recommend this one. And you should be able to get the rest of your supplies at Walmart as well. Target. Ebay is a good place to look too.
Here's the basket that comes with the canner and it's filled with jelly jars. You can actually fit 12 total inside this one.When you buy jars that have never been used before they will come with the lids and rings you need to seal the jars. Take both of those off the jars, and put the jars in the metal basket as shown above.
Place the sealing lids and threaded rings in a saucepan with hot water and heat them up. You don't want to boil these, but you do want to get them pretty toasty.
And this is most of the rest. You have a canning funnel that is multi-sized so you can use it for jelly, pint, and quart jars. A jar lifter so you grab the jars out from the boiling water and not need a trip to the ER. Then you need a set of tongs to get the lids and rings out of the water without touching them. You can also get a lid magnetizer, which I've just never gotten for some reason. And the last thing is a strawberry huller to get the stems out without losing half the fruit. A whole starter kit is here but it doesn't have the better funnel. Plus you'll also need a knife, cutting board, a couple towels, open work counter, and patience. Make sure and put that on the list. :)

Okay, I'm going to do peach first. Yea for you peach lovers out there!!

Ingredients - this is the amount for one batch. If I make a batch and a half I can fill a whole canner which makes it more worth my time.
4 cups of finely chopped peaches
(I blanch my peaches and then dunk them in ice water to get the skins off easier - Here's a video to show you how.)
(and I also use 11-yr-old labor to do the chopping :) I give him a bowl and a pastry blender and he's good to go.)
2 Tbsp. lemon juice
5 1/2 cups sugar
1/2 teaspoon of butter (this cuts down on the amount of foam produced when cooking the jam which can mess up the canning process)
one box of sure jell
There's an extra box of lids and rings on the upper right because I reused jars for this batch. Jars are awesome to reuse. The lids and rings not so much. They can warp, loose their seal, oxidize from being washed. I toss them after one use and buy a new box. They're really cheap. I've even seen them at several Dollar Stores.
While you're preparing your fruit you'll want to go ahead and put your jars in the hot water. Just dunk them and let them get super duper hot. They will all fall over. Don't be alarmed. :-O
In a big spaghetti pot add your peaches, butter, lemon juice and sure jell. You're going to bring this entire mixture to a full rolling boil. Meaning when you keep stirring it still bubbles. And you want to stir this constantly. When it boils the fruit will expand a bit. You can normally see a change in the fruit when it happens. Gets a bit foamy too.Then you're going to add in your sugar.
And it's a buttload of sugar. Seriously. It's a lot. Don't be alarmed...nor a diabetic.
Here are the two kinds of Sure Jell.
You can get the no sugar added variety and there are recipes specific for that. I've never tried it though so...good luck. :)
Okay, once you add your sugar the consistency of the fruit will change and it will normally stop boiling. The instructions on most recipes will say, "Add sugar and boil for one minute." But you need to RETURN the mixture to a boil and then boil for one minute. This is going to take a while. Keep stirring.
Once it starts to boil. Boil for one minute.
This is what it will look like. Remove it from the heat and get everything else ready. Put a towel on the counter to the side of this pot. Close is good.
Use oven mitts and lift your jars out so the basket rests over the lip of the canner. It's heavy.
Pay no attention to the filled jars of jam behind the curtain! (I forgot to take a picture using the jar lifter so you can see how it works.) It's blurry because it's really steamy. Lift one out at a time and you'll need to drain all the water out from the inside of the jar. I normally work two at a time, so as soon as I'm done with one jar I can move the funnel into the second one and not have to put it on the towel. Jam is SOOOO sticky and will really "jam" up the works if it gets stuck. Ha! I'm so puny.
I lifted one jar out so you can see how the funnel fits, and you'll need your jars and rings ready too. Keep them close. I use that 11-yr-old labor component again. He uses the tongs to get a ring and lid out and dries them with the towel. Try not to use your hands AT ALL. You don't want germs in your jam.
Okay filler up. Get them pretty freaking full. The less space between your product and the lid, the easier it will be to can. As you fill them, make sure there is no jam on the side of the jar rim before you put the lid and ring on. That can cause an issue with canning as well. As soon as you have the lid and ring on put it back in your metal basket. THE JAR IS STILL HOT SO USE THE JAR LIFTER!!!! I speak from experience here. Seriously. Use the lifter.
 Depending on your water level. You make need to take some out or add some more boiling water at this stage.
When you drop them back down you'll need the water to cover the lids 1 to 2 inches.
Let them boil for 10 minutes. Spread a clean towel on your counter, somewhere you can leave the jam for 12-24 hours to set. When your timer goes off, lift the basket again and hook it on the rim of the canner. Lift out your jars one at a time and tilt them to the side a bit to drain off the excess hot water from the closed lid.
Set them on the towel and give each of them some space to cool.
If everything went right *crosses fingers* you'll have jars start to can. This normally takes from 5 seconds to 15 minutes. Depends on how much air space you have in the jar that has to vacuum seal. Hearing that sound. IT'S AMAZING! I get giddy, jump up and down, fist pump. It's awesome!!!!
Almost as good as sex! NOW do you see how smutty reads and making jam are similar?!? :)

Now onto the Strawberry!!!
Ingredients - again this is the amount for one batch. Batch and a half is uber good here too. Normally makes a tiny bit more than 12 jars though.
5 cups crushed strawberries
7 cups sugar
1/2 teaspoon of butter (this cuts down on the amount of foam produced when cooking the jam)
one box of sure jell
Helpful hint - Strawberries are HARD!!! They take forever to chop up. We use a blender.
No matter what, I can't get the strawberries by themselves to blend so we add a tiny bit of water and slush them up. You don't want total liquid though so go easy on the power tools.
You'll follow the other directions the same as above. Add everything but the sugar into a big pot. Heat to rolling boil. Add sugar, heat again to boil, boil one minute.
Strawberry jam gets foamier than peach, even if you add the butter, so once you're done and you've removed it from the heat, skim off any excess foam and put it into a bowl.
(Makes awesome strawberry sundaes but not good jam!)
And you have Strawberry jam! YEA!!!!!!!

OMG if you made it to the bottom of this post you're a saint of some kind.
The Patron Saint of Jam maybe. :)
I had lots of fun sharing my jam experiences with you. Hope everyone gets the jam bug now and feels the need to go out and get canning!
And the sound! Did I tell you how sexy that canning sound is?!?
Seriously Smexy!!!!

Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey

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Monday, July 28, 2014

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DEFIANT, by Sabrina York
Noble Passions, Book Five

When rakish Ned falls in with the wrong crowd, his brother decides to send him to the Continent for “seasoning”. For Sophia, this just won’t do. She’s loved Ned for ages—and also longed for adventure. She runs away from her boring suitors and disguises herself as a cabin boy on the Defiant, the ship sailing Ned to Italy.

Ned knows he’s not good enough for Sophia, but once they’re on the Defiant, he can’t stop himself from touching her, tasting her, loving her. Not when a wild tempest and a band of ruthless pirates threaten them. Not when every look from her gives him such pleasure. And certainly not when she comes, warm and wild and willing, to his bed.

If they survive their voyage, Sophia’s brother might kill him, but it will have been worth every moment and every hot, sweet kiss.

A Romantica® Regency historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Sophia stood on the bow of the boat in the dark as the wind and rain lashed her face. She loved it. Loved it. Not only was the storm elemental and fierce, it hid her tears.
Surely she hadn’t expected Ned to greet her with open arms. Not when she had barged in on his adventure as she had. But she certainly hadn’t expected him to be so horrid. His expression had devastated her.
Foolish girl, it said.
But then, her heart agreed.
She was foolish.
Foolish to ever think that he—
“You’re soaked.”
She whirled around, though she knew what she’d see. More glowering.
She was right.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m reveling.” She thrust out her chin, in case he didn’t believe her.
He gaped at her. “Reveling?”
“Yes.” She didn’t mean to shout, but his wintry demeanor annoyed her tremendously. She threw out her arms. “Look at this!”
“It’s a storm.”
“It’s beautiful. The waves are wild, untamed—”
“You could be swept overboard.”
“The wind is howling and the rain is savage. It’s glorious.”
“It’s freezing. Come inside.”
“It’s not freezing. It’s summer.”
I’m cold.”
“Then you go inside.”
“Sophia Fiona—”
“Don’t call me that.”
“It’s your name.”
“You sound like Ewan.”
“I’m starting to think Ewan is a saint.”
She glared at him. “What a beastly thing to say.” She hated that her chin wobbled a little. Hated that he winced.
“I’m sorry, Sophia. This has been trying for me.” He sluiced the water from his face. “Won’t you please come inside?”
“All right. Fine.”
“You will?”
“You did say please.”
He blew out a breath and offered her his arm. She frowned at it. “I’m a cabin boy, remember? You don’t offer a cabin boy your arm.” When he didn’t lower it, she smacked it. “Someone will see.”
That caught his attention and he slowly lowered his arm. “Right then. Come inside.” He followed her back to the cabin, his stride decidedly unsteady. If anyone was tipping overboard, it was most likely him.
When she once again stood in his chambers, she realized the folly of her actions. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes and she was drenched. So was he. Without a word, he relit the lamp and then opened his trunk and pulled out several shirts, two of which he tossed to her. “Change.”
That was it. One word. Just “change” and then he presented her with his back. She huffed a breath, but did as he asked because she was really rather cold. The feel of the cloth falling over her chilled flesh warmed her. Because it was his shirt. It had touched his skin. She wasn’t sure why the thought sent heat scudding through her belly.
“Use the other shirt to dry your hair,” he suggested, as he began toweling off as well.
She huffed a laugh. “All of your clothes will be wet.”
“They’ll dry. Are you clothed?”
He turned. And froze. His gaze locked onto her bare legs. “I-I thought you said you were clothed.” A squawk.
“I am.” But the intensity of his stare made her self-conscious, so she slipped into the bed.
“Close your eyes,” he said as he unbuttoned the damp linen clinging to his chest.
“I need to change as well. I’m f-freezing.”
“Okay.” She did. But she peeked.
He ripped off his wet shirt and her breath caught at the sight of his broad back. Muscles rippled as he moved and she swallowed. He was beautiful. He tugged the fresh shirt over his head and she nearly whimpered as that magnificent vision disappeared. But then, he unfastened his trousers.
All pretense of not peeking evaporated.
He sat and took a moment to work off his boots. And then he stood. His trousers were tight, as was the fashion, and he had to peel them off. As he bent, she caught a flash of his bare behind.
She must have made a noise because he whirled around. His cheek bunched when he saw her watching. “You’re supposed to have your eyes closed.”
She hunkered in the covers, as though that would disguise the fact that her eyes were open wide.
It was probably wrong to grin at him, but she couldn’t help it.
“Sophia Fiona!”
“Stop calling me that. It always makes me think I’m in trouble.”
“You are in trouble. You have no idea how much trouble you’re in.”
She tipped her head to the side. “We both know Ewan will be so relieved to see me, he’ll forget how angry he is—”
Ned stilled and fixed her with a dark glare. “What makes you think I’m talking about Ewan?”
“I… ah…”
“I’ve a mind to bend you over my knee.”
Why a shiver rippled through her, she had no idea. She’d been spanked once or twice as a child and she hadn’t cared for it in the slightest. But something dark and domineering in Ned’s tone made her womb warm.
“You-you wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I? Now, look away. Your brother would skewer me if I gave you the education you’re about to have.”
She attempted not to snort. Ned—and everyone—thought her a prim and innocent miss on account of the polish she’d acquired at Lady Satterlee’s. Nothing could be further from the truth. As a child, before Ewan had made his fortune, they’d lived a hand-to-mouth existence in the slums of Perth. She’d seen more than one couple rutting against a wall in a dingy alleyway. And at one point, she and her brother had taken refuge in a bordello. She’d been only seven, but if she’d had an education, she got it there. She could probably teach Ned a few things.
Still, because he seemed to expect it, she squeezed her eyes tight and didn’t hardly peek at all as he finished changing. Besides which, the spot she was interested in was mostly shadows.
With a great huff, he threw himself back into the chair. “Now, go to sleep.”
“Don’t you want me to put out the light?”
“No. I want to be able to see where you are.”
“I’m not leaving again tonight.” Probably. Unless her despair overcame her once more.
“Leave it on.” A grunt, and not a very nice one at that. Why he had call to be annoyed, she couldn’t fathom.
Blast and damn, he was an annoying man. Sophia grunted as well and rolled over, facing the wall of the cabin. She studied the patterns the swinging lamp made for a long while, listening as he shifted one way and then the other.
It was really unfair for him to have to sleep in the chair. This was his room. But he would never share her bed. She grimaced at the way the words came out, but it was true. He wouldn’t. Unless…
She rolled over again and watched him twist in the chair. He caught her eye and frowned.
An impatient groan. “Yes, Sophia?”
“Ned, I’m cold.”
He stilled. Then barked, “Put on another blanket.”
“There aren’t any more.” She faked a shiver. She wasn’t cold in the slightest. She never was. Ewan said she ran hot. “Brr. My teeth are chattering.”
His glower became a frown.
“I hope I don’t get ill.”
He paled. “You shouldn’t have gone out in the rain. Why did you go out in the rain?”
She sneezed. Or something like it. “I don’t know.”
“Am I running a fever?” She put her palm to her forehead. “I think I’m running a fever.”
His brow wrinkled. He stood and made his way across the tiny chamber as though on his death march. He set the backs of his fingers to her cheeks. His frown darkened. “You are warm.”
“No. I’m cold.” She shivered and peered up at him, her eyes as wide as she could make them. “Won’t you warm me?”
He wrenched his hand away as though she’d burned him. “What?”
“Lie here beside me and warm me up?”
“There’s not enough room for both of us.”
“I’m small.”
“Sophia.” She’d never heard her name in such a strangled voice, not even when Ewan was at his wit’s end.
“Just for a bit? You can be on top of the covers. Surely that is decent.”
The muscle in his cheek bunched again, as though he were grinding his teeth.
He gusted a sigh. “All right, Sophia. Scoot over and make room.”
She did. With alacrity.
“And roll over, facing the wall.”
She frowned at him “Why?”
“Just do it. Please.”
“Oh, all right.” But only because he said please. And because, when she was facing the other way, he couldn’t see her grin.
He settled in behind her and a shiver rocked her. He was warm. And he smelled delicious. Not fishy in the slightest. It was delightful, lying here with him. She closed her eyes and imagined he wanted this as much as she.
If only. If only.

Check out the other books in the Noble Passions Series from Sabrina York
Follow the decadent exploits of friends and enemies as they find love and passion in the glittering world of the Regency—and its dark underbelly.

2014 EPIC eBook Award Finalist
2013 Passionate Plume Finalist

Widowed and threatened with penury by her heartless in-laws, Eleanor--Lady Ulster--hatches a plot to save herself. Determined to produce the Ulster "heir", she seduces a stranger at a tawdry masquerade. Little does she know, this magnificent masked lover is none other than her husband's greatest nemesis. And God knows Ulster had plenty.

Ethan Pennington is mortified to arrive at a house party and discover Lady Ulster in attendance. He has wanted her and hated wanting her--his enemy's bride--for years. When he overhears Eleanor's predicament and her plans to place a cuckoo in the Ulster nest, he is more than willing to oblige. The opportunity to finally claim her--while taking the revenge he craves--is more than he can resist. Ethan strikes a bargain with Eleanor, promising to provide her with the heir she so desperately needs...if she will meet his needs in return. Every decadent one of them.

The sizzling prequel to Folly
2014 Winner of the Carolyn Readers’ Choice Award

When Lady Helena Simpson flees an unwanted marriage to a revolting lord, she finds refuge with James, a charming, handsome man unlike any she’s ever known. Helena concocts the perfect solution to her problem. She asks—begs—James to ruin her. Surely her betrothed will repudiate her if she is no longer pure. And if all her efforts fail and she still ends up married to a horrid man until the end of her days, she will at least once have known true passion.

But James is not all he seems. He is, in fact, a wicked lord with a dark fancy. When Helena awakens his desire, he becomes determined to take everything she has to offer and more. No matter the cost.

Edward Wyeth, the Dark Duke of Moncrieff’s life has been turned on its end. His well-ordered home has been invaded. By destitute relatives. From Scotland. How on earth can he write Lord Hedon’s salacious novels with hellions battling in the garden and starting fires in the library? But with the onslaught has come a delicious diversion. His cousin’s companion, the surprisingly intriguing Kaitlin MacAllister. He is determined to seduce her. Using her desperate need for funds and her talents as an artist, he convinces her to draw naughty pictures for his naughtier books…and he draws her into his decadent web.

But Kaitlin has a secret. She’s fled Scotland—and a very determined betrothed. When Edward’s cousin is kidnapped and held in her stead, Kaitlin is honor-bound to return to her homeland and rescue her—much to Edward’s chagrin.

Because suddenly he can’t bear the thought of Kaitlin marrying another man. He can’t bear the thought of losing her at all.

Kidnapped and held prisoner by menacing Scottish brigand, the notorious McCloud, Violet Wyeth does her best to persevere…and resist his rakish charms. But when she realizes The McCloud is really Ewan St. Andrews, the boy who once saved her life, the boy who once kissed her and made her heart flutter, she is lost.

Ewan has every intention of marrying Lady Kaitlin MacAllister. He desperately needs the entrĂ©e into the ton this bride can provide. But when his bride is delivered—bound and gagged—it’s not Kaitlin. It’s Violet Wyeth—the girl who betrayed him and ruined his life when he was a boy. He keeps her, determined to punish her for her sins. But when he discovers the truth about what really happened so long ago, and seething passion rises between them, he can no longer hold on to his rusty grudge. By the time he realizes how much he loves Violet—that he always has—he’s lost her.

All he can do is follow her. Follow her into the bowels of hell—and partake in the torment of the glittering London Season, where the harpies are far more dangerous than a Scottish brigand.

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