Her Deviant Lord by Layna Pimentel
Pleasure Garden Follies 3
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Genre: Historical Erotic Romance
Warning: This book has elements of: light bondage, and ménage.
Bastian Wycliffe, the Earl of Wendelhem, has finally moved on…or so he thought. En-route to a hunting trip after over-indulging the night before, he endures a frightful and terribly embarrassing swoon. He’s seen a ghost and her name is Cordelia Waite, the Duchess of Downsbury.
Mrs. Weylen, formerly a duchess, has a secret. All it took was the chance meeting in the inn that fateful night for her memories to come back and haunt her. She makes haste returning to London incognito with the intent to clear up misconceptions and to deliver an ultimatum to her former lover.
Yet, when a new found obsession refuses to accept the truth, and her imprisoned husband discovers she’s still alive, their lives and relationship may be in danger. Second chances have never been more precarious.
The marchioness’ voice carried into the foyer as she moved closer, “You must have it wrong, Lewis. Cordelia has been dead for some time now. There must be a mistake…”
The marchioness stopped talking the moment she saw Cordelia. Her face paled, and she quickly raised her hands to muffle a cry before swooning into the arms of the butler. A maid walking by the front entrance screamed. Suddenly, all of the house appeared.
When Lord Thompson came to his wife’s aid, he glanced at Cordelia and then back to his wife. About to take the marchioness into his embrace, he looked at her again, only this time, he registered who she was. “Your Grace, what are you doing here?”
“I have come to clear my—” Boom. The sound of thunder crashed above them. Off behind her, she
heard her son wailing as lightening rippled through the sky. She looked back at the wagon as rain pelted it mercilessly. “I have to go now, I cannot stay.”
“Your Grace, please, come in. Your servants are welcome as well. Just have the driver take the coach over to the stable.”
Cordelia waved to Missus Miller. The old woman transferred the crying baby to Cordelia’s arms before she ran off to tell Davy where to bring the cart around.
The marquess ordered the butler and the maid to take his wife to their room, stating he would be along shortly. Then, he addressed Cordelia. “Your Grace, if you will follow me, you can warm up by the fire. Can we provide the baby a dry blanket?”
About the Author
Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.
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