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Ballroom Encounters Book 1 (An erotic Regency era romance)
Coming Valentine’s Day 2015
Scandalous Ballroom Encounters is a series of erotic romances set
against the dazzling, opulent backdrop of the Regency era in London, England.
Lords and Ladies were expected to behave with propriety during those times …
but what happened behind closed doors, when no one could witness the debauched
and lusty encounters between members of the nobility?
Margaret Seymour is bored by the stifling constraints of
society dictating her behavior as a debutante in search of a husband. Her
prospects are promising by the standards of London society, yet, not one of
them causes her heart to flutter, or her head to fill with scintillating,
forbidden fantasies. Those feelings are reserved for Camden Rycroft, Duke of
Avonleah—a man who isn’t even aware of her existence.
While attending a scandalous Vauxhall Gardens masquerade, Margaret
finds herself in the duke’s arms. His promise of a night of pleasure is
tempting, but is it worth it when Avonleah is a known rake notorious for his
short attention span and avoidance of marriage?
Camden Rycroft is intrigued by the masked vixen he
encounters in the Gardens. After one night with her leaves him hungry for more,
his desire for her turns into a fiery obsession. Despite the scandal that could
ensue from their affair, he finds himself unable to extract himself from a
situation destined to end in pain. When faced with losing Margaret to a
potential husband, will he rise to the occasion, or risk living without her?
Her breath caught in her throat
as his hand came up to her face, thumb stroking her cheek before finding her
lower lip in a gentle caress.
“Maggie,” he whispered. “How is
it that I have managed to go so long without knowing you? I feel certain I
could never have forgotten you if we’d met.”
She swallowed past the lump in
her throat, her chest heaving as her breath raced between her parted lips. “I-I
do not know,” she stammered. “We have never been properly introduced, but have
attended many of the same functions. B-but, I’m not … that is to say … I am not
always so daringly dressed, nor are my parents as wealthy or titled as you. We
may occupy the same ballrooms, but we are not within the same circles, I’m
He creased his brow at that.
“Still, it was wretched of me not to notice you. Now that I’ve seen your face,
I feel certain I’d never forget it.”
A half-smile pulled at the
corner of her lips. “You cannot know how long I have wanted that,” she said,
her voice dropping to a near-whisper as she lowered her eyes.
He chuckled. “Surely my notice
is not worth so much.”
She shrugged. “For a young
debutante prone to flights of romantic whimsy, it is,” she admitted. Maggie
knew she should not say these things. Beyond this night, she could not fathom
anything more coming of their little liaison. To bare her secrets to him would
only leave her vulnerable to the pain to be endured when it was over. Yet, she
could not stop now that she’d given voice to her deepest desires. “You must
know how many hearts you’ve stolen simply by walking into a room. Many a night,
I have watched you take a lady into your arms and waltz with her, wishing that
I could be her. To be so close to you, moving together … to know your scent and
your touch …” She paused, realizing that she’d said far too much.
Camden circled behind her,
placing his hands upon her shoulders. His lips brushed the back of her neck and
she shivered. “I cannot deny that knowing you have watched me from afar all
this time does not bring me pleasure, Maggie,” he murmured, his lips tracing a
path toward her ear. “When you watched me with those women, did you wonder if
there was more to our association than a simple waltz would suggest?”
She nodded in response, unable
to speak when he was nibbling at her neck, teasing the most deliciously
sensitive spot just beneath her ear.
“You wondered if any of them
would accompany me home, didn’t you? You thought about what I might be doing to
them once I got them here.”
Maggie groaned as he took the
shell of her ear between his teeth. “Yes,” she sighed. “I did.”
“How did you feel when you
thought about it—when you imagined all the wicked things I did to those other
ladies?” His hands worked at the buttons running down her back, sliding them
loose one by one, opening her gown.
He gripped the sleeves and
pulled, lowering her gown to the floor and leaving it in a pool around her
feet. He grasped her waist and pulled her against him, his lips trailing along
her shoulder. “Did you fantasize about me, Maggie? Did you wonder what it would
be like to be one of them?”
“I did,” she said, her voice low
and husky. “At night, alone in my bed, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine
what it was like to be with you.”
“Oh Maggie,” he said, his voice
tinged with amusement and mock horror. “Never say you were ever so naughty.”
She giggled, biting her lower
lip and leaning back against him, resting her head on his chest. “I was.”
“You touched yourself when you
thought about me, didn’t you?” One of his hands slid across her stomach,
lowering slowly toward the apex of her thighs. “Did you pleasure yourself to
your fantasies of me?”
She gasped as he cupped her
mons, his fingers massaging gently and drawing moisture from within. “Yes,” she
said, her voice strained as he continued to tease her. “Yes, I did.”
“Show me,” he whispered,
removing his hand.
Maggie groaned in agitation,
wishing for his touch again. Yet, he seemed to be waiting for her to fulfill
“Show me how you pleasured
yourself, Maggie,” he said, his voice a bit rougher this time—a demand she
dared not refuse. Not if she wished for more of the pleasure he could give her.
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About the author:
Victoria Vale has written over
two dozen Romance and Young Adult novels under various pseudonyms. As a lover
of erotic romance, she enjoys nothing more than a sexy hero paired with a sassy
heroine, flavored with a dash of spice and lots of heat. A wife and mother of
three, she enjoys reading (of course), cooking, sewing … and other activities
that aren’t appropriate for inclusion in a biography.