Historical naughtiness for us all! YOU'RE WELCOME!
Gideon ‘Lord Craven’, Broyles, pursues his naughty, nocturne adventures in the secret, salacious underworld of the East-End of 1887 London. The sexy and dangerous viscount will try everything just to have any kind of emotional reaction.
Olivia Durham is known as ‘Mistress Birch’ at the infamous club, The Riding Crop. Wielding a crop of her own, she coolly dispenses lashings to her male, aristocratic clients. Her world is shaken when Lord Craven makes a shocking proposal.
Is it possible two emotionally closed off people can find intimacy? What lengths will they take?
I love the word salacious. It's got naughty written all over it...just like that crop!
ReplyDeleteAnd that man! (Gah, how could I forget him?!?)
DeleteHa! The crop draws the eye, doesn't it? I'm guessing that if both nips were visible, you'd have noticed those first. *pets the lonely nip*
DeleteLOL! No, I like naughty Felicia. She's giving me a good case of the giggles this morning. KEEP IT UP! (That's what I'm saying to Mr. Riding Crop, too!)
ReplyDeleteOKay I see your minds are in the right state as mine was with reading the title of this book and with man-candy like that where else would our minds be. Awesome choice!
ReplyDeleteMore to the point, is there anywhere else we'd WANT to be? LOL!
DeleteMore like ride 'er! Ride her good.
ReplyDeleteYee-haw!
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