Stubborn, willful and total without fear – Lady Lavinia meets her match!
For fans of the Victorian Era this is not one to miss! Book four in Louise Taylor's Victorian Vices Series. Take a peek at the excerpt below to find out exactly the sought of Minx Lady Lavina. Happy Reading!
Lady Lavinia Carstairs’ exploits are the talk of London society, and not always for the better. Stubborn, willful, and totally without fear, she is quickly endangering her chances of a good marriage to a suitable man!
Lady Lavinia has a husband in mind, however, and there is only man able to control her behavior. William Evans is not afraid to take the lady over his knee and teach her the error of her ways, and she loves him for it.
But William’s past holds a shocking secret, one that he has worked hard to protect from prying eyes. To finally make Lady Lavinia his own, once and for all, he must reveal his true self to the world and suffer the consequences.
Is Lavinia's love worth exposing his secret past? Will William sacrifice passion for privacy?
Read Spanking Lady Lavinia, the fourth book in the bestselling Victorian Vices series, to find out!
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He walked up and down the foyer, admiring the artwork on the walls. One in particular, right at the back near the discreet door for the servants’ use, caught his eye. It was a Titian, he thought, although he could not be sure. The incredibly minor public school he had attended had not spent a great deal of time on the study of art. The painting was of a woman with reddish-blonde hair that fell loosely over one bared shoulder. She was wearing a sort of nightgown, William thought, one that dipped scandalously low over her breasts and off one shoulder entirely. A reflection of colour from the pink shawl draped over her left arm drew his eye—or, wait—was that a hint of rosy nipple that could be seen? He couldn’t be sure. Without realising what he was doing, he peered a little closer at the picture, and started back in alarm when a rather young, cultured, female voice said loudly, “It’s her nipple, you know. Well, not the full thing, just the bit around the edge. Mama and Anthony had a huge row about whether it was indecent or not. Anthony played the earl card and got it hung in the foyer, but Mama made Nash move it to the back. It’s ridiculous, don’t you think? It’s not as if we don’t know what nipples are, after all.”
William whirled around to see a confection of a young woman standing on the staircase that led up to the private family rooms of the house. She was tall and quite striking—not conventionally pretty, not with that nose and that chin in combination with each other—but she was possessed of a wicked smile that lit up her eyes. She was dressed in the height of fashion, William could tell, although he knew nothing about how women clothed themselves. She was wearing pastel shades, which rather made her resemble a flower, although with that mouth on her, she was very much a wild flower rather than a hot house rose. He didn’t think that he had ever heard a woman say the word nipple before, especially not one who couldn’t have been more than sixteen years old. “I wasn’t—” he began, his words starting to trip over themselves. “I mean I was looking for the artist’s name. I’ve never seen—”
“Oh, it’s one of the Italians,” the girl said dismissively, descending the stairs and floating across the marble floor to stand beside him. “Titian, I think. It’s called Flora. It’s not a patch on some of the ones we’ve got upstairs. She’s rather wishy-washy, don’t you think? All that staring off into the middle distance with an enigmatic look on her face. You can’t tell anything about her, except that she must be a bit chilly.”
“A bit chilly?” William said, bewildered.
“Her clothes are falling off, so she must be cold,” the young woman said helpfully. “Although she is in Italy, after all, so perhaps she’s warm.” A mischievous look crossed her face, and somehow, instinctively, William knew what she was going to say next, probably because he was also thinking it. “She must be warm,” she said decisively, “otherwise her nipples really would be showing through that dress!” She burst out laughing, a real, unadulterated laugh, not the pretty giggles that the very few young women of his acquaintance seemed to be in favour of. William hesitated, partly horrified at her lack of decorum, partly intrigued by her forthright nature.
“Lavinia!” a female voice called from above.
“Blast,” she muttered. “Caught in the act.”
More about Louise...
I love reading and writing historical romance novels! I’ve now written nine full length erotic historical romances, and all my novels are published by the lovely people at Blushing Books.
All my books have elements of power exchange, spanking and BDSM but none of my heroines are weak-willed or easily dominated - they make their men work for their love!
I live on the beautiful Welsh coast, and I love walking the cliff tops and visiting some of our wonderful historical ruins. I get my best ideas when I'm in the great outdoors and you can usually find me chasing after the piece of paper I've just scribbled my notes on!
I live in a late Victorian house with wonderfully high ceilings and no central heating - thank goodness for my fabulous fireplace! I'm owned by Alfred The Great, an enormous tom cat with very decided ideas about who gets to sit on the right side of the sofa and how long I am allowed to stay in bed in the morning.
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