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The Wild Irish Girl by C.B. Halverson
The Wild Irish Girl
by C.B. Halverson
The Wild Romantics #1
Publication Date: January 22, 2017
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance, Regency, Erotic
The Wild Romantics #1
Publication Date: January 22, 2017
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance, Regency, Erotic
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SYNOPSIS:
Audrey Byrnes doesn’t mind playing the wild Irish princess for London’s elite aristocracy—as long as they buy her novels. With her father’s Dublin theater in ruins and her sister’s illness growing worse, she’s the only person who can save her family from the gutter. As much as she enjoys the occasional passing dalliance, being the primary breadwinner of her Irish family means either marrying well or not at all.
Dr. Joseph Moorland knows it’s wrong to dress in disguise to hobnob with London’s high society, but he figures one night would do no harm—until he meets the charming and mysterious novelist, Audrey Byrnes. Too poor to marry, he hides his real identity until an accident reveals the truth, and what started as a mild flirtation turns to a complex game of secrets, passion, and desire.
Thrown together by circumstance, Audrey and Joseph find themselves in a tense alliance as they try to crawl their way up from their humble beginnings and into the highest echelons of the ton. But when one of the most formidable political players in London sets his sights on having Audrey for himself, she has to choose between saving her family from charges of treason or losing the man she loves forever.
EXCERPT
He took hold of his silk cravat and unwound it, its silver silk fibers glinting in the firelight. “I want to tie you up.”I shrank away from him, my mouth gaping open. “Tie me up? Are you mad?”
His face remained stern, his jaw set in harsh relief like when he had stitched my wound. “I cannot have your hands in the way. I cannot have you trying to take control.” He fumbled in his coat pocket and took out a handkerchief. “I should probably blindfold you, too.”
“Blindfold?” The words choked in my throat.
“Audrey.” He pressed toward me until my knees buckled against the mattress, forcing me to sit. “Do you remember the Gathering? Do you remember how they tied up the initiate?”
I nodded, my blood running icy cold even as my cheeks burned with fire. The space between my thighs swelled with heat, and I clenched them together to try to dispel the ache. I didn’t know what had come over me, revulsion and desire warring in my body as memories of the initiate bound to the platform flashed in my mind. It had awakened both of our desires, driving us to rub against each other like animals. My throat went dry at the thought of taking the initiate’s place, and I couldn’t imagine ever giving up complete control to another person like that.
“I’m not sure if I want to…”
“Do you know why they tied her up, Audrey?”
I shook my head, but a hundred reasons races through my head. To beat her. To humiliate her. To torture her. But then I remembered the initiate’s mouth contorted with an orgasm, how slick her sex became before the bull took her, and I looked away.
Joseph took hold of my chin and forced me to look up at him.
“The initiate comes to the ceremony willingly,” he said in a thick voice. “They tie her up so she can submit completely to the pleasure…and the pain.”
“But I don’t want the pain.”
Did I?
My thoughts returned to the flogger bouncing off the initiate’s skin, and my body yearned for that sensation. I wanted it to be Joseph. Joseph to dominate me. Joseph to punish me. But for what? I had no idea. I only knew I needed it.
He made a soothing sound in the back of his throat. “No pain tonight, Audrey. Not unless you want it.”
I swallowed the lump rising in my throat.
“Tonight,” he continued, “I want to teach you how to pleasure a woman, and for that, I require your full concentration.”
His eyes bore into me, and he raised the cravat and the handkerchief up to me as if in offering. My nipples swelled beneath my nightdress, and I threw my shoulders back as I let out a long exhale.
“Well, I suppose you are the expert,” I said, scooching back on the mattress, flinging my wrapper to the side. “So how does this work, anyway? You tie me up, and—”
He pressed a finger to my lips. “Shh...let me take care of everything. I want you to concentrate. Pay attention to what you feel. Can you do that?”
“I…suppose.” My voice faltered as he grabbed hold of my wrists and began winding the cravat around them. “Where did you learn to do this?”
“Are you always this chatty in bed?” He pulled the silk fabric tight, and I let out a small gasp.
I frowned and stared at him from beneath my hooded lids.
He smiled and laughed beneath his breath. “Audrey, if you hang around Lord Weston long enough, you learn a great many things.”
Pulling the cravat tight, he wound it around one of the bed posts, loose enough so I could lie straight. But it wasn’t enough to stop him from taking over my body and doing whatever he wanted with it. A flutter of panic rose in my belly, and I began to tremble.
His lips found mine, and he smothered me, pulling my mouth to his and letting his tongue dart inside. I melted beneath him, my hips jerking with each swipe of his tongue across my teeth. The anxiousness faded away, and all that remained was a soft hum in my core.
He broke off the kiss and raised the handkerchief to my face.
“I’m going to blindfold you now,” he said. “But if you become frightened or want to stop, you need to say a word. A special word.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Anything you like,” he replied. “But it cannot be ‘no.’”
“Why not?”
Joseph sighed.
“What?” I pressed. “I’m new at this. You just tied me up, so the least you can do is answer my questions.”
“It cannot be no because sometimes saying ‘no’ is a part of the game.”
I laughed, tugging on my bonds and shaking my head. “Believe me, if I say no, Joseph, I’m going to mean it.”
“Just give me a word.”
“Roger.”
“Roger?” He shook his head. “Forgive me, but don’t you think it would be bad form to call out another man’s name in bed?”
I shrugged. “It was my dog’s name.”
He let out a long exhale. “Very well.”
“Do you have a word?”
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