Now that both her domineering father and husband are gone, Lady Jane Trevellyn is determined to live for herself. As a wealthy widow, she can have anything she wants. What she wants is the Barrister Stephen Forsythe who wrote a journal of sexual exploits she’s been sent from the erotic library at Goodrum’s House of Pleasure in London. She’s read the pages beginning to end – twice. They’ve never been formally introduced, but she did attend one of his cricket matches with her face covered in a widow’s veil. And she’ll never forget the look of the man’s incomparable, muscular...
Now that both her domineering father and husband are gone, Lady Jane Trevellyn is determined to live for herself. As a wealthy widow, she can have anything she wants. What she wants is the Barrister Stephen Forsythe who wrote a journal of sexual exploits she’s been sent from the erotic library at Goodrum’s House of Pleasure in London. She’s read the pages beginning to end – twice. They’ve never been formally introduced, but she did attend one of his cricket matches with her face covered in a widow’s veil. And she’ll never forget the look of the man’s incomparable, muscular ass when he followed through on a cover drive. Barrister Stephen Forsythe has no idea the garden of delights he’s stumbled into when he arrives at the Trevellyn manor in search of the missing journal pages he wishes he’d never put to pen…and never wants anyone else to see again. He can’t believe how easy the sensual widow has made his quest. She’ll happily turn over the pages…once he fulfills her fantasy of being ravished amongst the exotic flora in her conservatory. How difficult can that be?
Is Jane brave enough to ask for her every sensual desire? Can stuffy barrister Stephen afford to let go and drown in a sea of sensual delights? Will one week of passion be enough?
