DOWNLOAD MY EROTICA EBOOKS : Punishing Miss Primrose, Part I Book Description : Miss Primrose needs to be punished. A member of the wickedly wanton Red Chrysanthemum, where the most taboo and illicit pleasures are indulged. Miss Primrose or Mistress Primrose, as she prefers—left Nicholas Edelton a shell of a man. Now his older brother, Spencer Edelton, the Marquess of Carey intends to provide her a set-down she will never forget. Weary from exacting her revenge upon the man who raped her sister, Beatrice Primrose has had her fill of men of privilege and presumption, but she accepts a fateful invitation from a handsome nobleman to spend a night at his estate. She soon learns, however, that his lordship expects her to submit to him! But Beatrice won’t give in so easily... Will Lord Carey succumb or succeed in punishing Miss Primrose? FROM HIS CHAIR in the far corner of Madame Devereaux‟s dim and tawdry parlor, Spencer Edelton, the third Marquess of Carey, observed the unhappy flutter of Miss Primrose‟s eyelashes as she stood before Madame Devereaux. When first he had set eyes upon Miss Primrose, he had been surprised to find she possessed none of the classic beauty he would have expected of a woman rumored to have had as many conquests as she. No rounded cheeks, delicate lips, or slender nose adorned her countenance. Despite her Scottish surname, her darker complexion and ebony hair suggested a mixed heritage—Moor, perhaps. He frowned to think that both his brother, Nicholas, and his cousin, William, had been bested by such a strumpet. “I am most sincere when I say I require a respite,” Miss Primrose said, her voice coming from a deeper part of the throat than most women. “My last spell as a mistress proved rather wearisome.” Mistress. Spencer narrowed his eyes. His grasp tightened about the gloves he held as he recalled the contents of a letter he had discovered in Nicholas‟ bedchamber. Mistress Primrose, it had begun. To calm himself, he turned his attention to the fake Persian carpet, the heavy damask curtains draped about the lone window, the tarnished candelabras tacked upon walls covered in worn dull silk, and a longcase clock that had arms that did not move. The surroundings reminded him of how remiss he had been in looking after his younger brother. He ought to have placed a tighter rein upon poor Nicholas and limited the latter‟s friendship with William, a dubious influence. “This gentleman you speak of will be far happier with another choice,” Miss Primrose added when she had received no response from her employer. She had not noticed or chose to ignore his presence in the room. My dear Beatrice,” gotlinks.co/2VT3
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