Her Gift

Charlotte, a recent widow, is surprised and pleased to find herself thrust into the Duke of Randallshire's world of sin and debauchery. She wanted one night with him, but he sets out to convince her that he's worth more than that. And so is she. Setting out on a path of seduction unlike any he has ever attempted, Trent takes Charlotte to on a journey that will awaken all of her senses and leave her begging for him, or so he hopes.

Dearest readers,

This is not a full length novel. It is a short, erotic tale that's packed full of innuendo and heat. I hope you enjoy it.

Laurel Bennett

Excerpt:

Mary was the duchess. The woman she'd been led to believe was a maid was a duchess. A duchess had looked up at her from between her thighs that very afternoon, her pretty blue eyes blinking as she'd brought Charlotte to a passionate release.

"Breathe, my darling," Trent murmured in her ear.

"You should have told me," she hissed back at him. "She's a duchess, for God's sake."

"She's a woman," he said with a shrug. "And she wasn't always a lady. She was an actress, once upon a time. Then she captivated my good friend Charles and the rest is history." Trent bent so that his head was close to the side of her neck, and let his next words move over her like a caress. "I find myself horrendously jealous that she has tasted you and I have not." He lightly kissed the side of her neck and Charlotte shuddered with the pleasure of it. "She has rubbed your nipples on her tongue. And she has kissed her way down your body."

"Stop it," Charlotte warned. Her thighs were growing wet the reaction from his words. "It's scandalous."

"As are we, my darling," he said with a chuckle.