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Morning all! Here’s a snippet from the first book in my historical series the Pleasure Garden Follies, Scandal at Vauxhall.
Her blue eyes fixed on his, soft and glowing. He had most certainly satisfied her, but would it be enough? After helping her up, Nathaniel insisted on adjusting her bodice, but she swatted his hand away.
While he did not know the first thing about fixing hair or gowns, his only concern was to be supportive. His expertise was unraveling those tight and stern buns women wore, until cascades of waves fell seductively around their breasts, and efficiently removing evening dresses, so pleasure would be met with expediency.
She stood there, waiting for him to lead them out from their seclusion, but all Nathaniel desired was to undo her gown again. “Well, darling, you do realize that was only the beginning?” He took her arm and steered her back to the path, when they were met by an unwelcome face. Stiffness settling in his neck and shoulders, he released Isabel and clenched his fists at his sides.
“Downsbury, what are you doing here?”