Columbine’s tray from just the other side of the room. He picked it up, marched dutifully across the room, walked around in front of Lady Columbine…and there was a loud crash. He’d dropped the tray and its contents. The gorgeous young mistress was sitting in the chair, legs and knees pulled up, soles of her feet on the flat of the chair and completely stark naked.
Lady Columbine smiled and fluttered her long eyelashes, for the entire world as if she were a demure girl at her first party, not a wanton aristocratic nude showing every single asset she possessed to the footman.
“Well, Stiffman. Are you?”
“Am I what, m’lady?”
“A stiff man,” she retorted with a gleam in her eye.
Once a servant…now the master.
Take a Stranger No More
© 2008 Beth Kery
Kit Chevalier has a serious problem. She’s loved Max St. Clair, her sinfully handsome guardian, since she was a child of six and he a young man of nineteen. But now he stubbornly refuses to notice that she’s grown into a woman. Armed with a few shocking secrets from Max’s servant, Kit sets out to persuade him she is no longer a child.
Long ago, Max was a servant himself, indentured like all St. Clair princelings to a noble family in order to teach them humility…and how to best pleasure their masters in bed. Once indentured to Kit’s parents, he is now pledged to protect Kit-and her virtue-until he can honorably hand her off to a suitable husband.
And hand her off he will. Quickly, before he loses his weakening resolve to keep his own hands off her. The last thing he wants to do is expose the fragile beauty to the carnal appetites of his ancient line.
But Max underestimates Kit’s resolve-and the passionate fire that burns within her-which is every bit a match for his own.
The Adventures of the St. Claire Servants — Book 1
Enjoy the following excerpt for Take a Stranger No More
Audie turned around slowly and pinned her with a wary stare. “What the bloody hell do you want with this?” he asked slowly as he held up a long wooden spoon. The caution on his face segued to incredulity. “Don’t tell me you fancy being spanked!”
“No, I…” Kit paused in mixed confusion and piqued interest. She hardened her resolve and forced herself back to the point. “No, I thought we could use the spoon as a compromise.” She glanced down meaningfully between her legs. “You said that you couldn’t touch me but you wouldn’t have to if—”
“ You’ve lost your mind ,” Audie grated out as he rapidly walked toward her, eyes blazing.
“And how exactly would you be acting Audie Sinclair, if you’d just sat within ten feet of two beautiful young men loving each other?” Kit hissed, rising to Audie’s challenge.
Audie opened his mouth to protest, seemed to see her point and then clamped it shut again with a click of his back teeth. “You are such a spoiled brat,” he accused instead.
Kit smiled slowly, hearing her victory in his tone. She eyed Audie curiously as he held up the long wooden spoon and glanced at her pussy as though he were trying to work out the mechanics of the maneuver in his mind. He knelt before her. He put up a hand as if he wanted to part her thighs wider but abruptly dropped it to his side.
“I…I don’t think I should touch you, Kit. To be honest I don’t think that I can touch you and still remain loyal to Max. As it is…” he swallowed thickly, “…I’m skating on very thin ice.”
Kit just nodded, made speechless by the experience of having Audie’s face less than a foot away from her pussy.
“Open your thighs further and scoot your bottom to the edge of the table. There,” he said after a moment. She halted with her pussy right at the edge, her thighs spread wide. Audie licked his perspiration-damp upper lip as he raised the spoon. “You were suffering, weren’t you? I can see how wet you are. God, you’re lovely.”
“And you,” she whispered. “You looked so
John Connolly
Chris Roberson
H. N. Quinnen
Fred Saberhagen
Philip K. Dick
Joshua Corey
Nadia Scrieva
Alexa Rowan
Liz Kelly
Frank Zafiro, Colin Conway