Seducing the Master (An Erotic Historical in the Red Chrysanthemum Series)
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Authors: Em Brown
Tags: #historical erotica, #erotic romance, #bdsm, #historical romance, #interracial erotica, #historical bdsm, #interracial erotic romance, #regency erotica, #submission and dominance
by Em Brown
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A GENTLE WARNING
This novel contains BDSM elements, themes of
submission and dominance, and many other forms of wicked
wantonness.
It also contains a heroine who is strong, assertive,
and flawed.
Seducing the Master
by Em Brown
Copyright © 2015 by Wind
Color Press. All Rights Reserved.
Cover art by The Killion Group.
ISBN 9781942822004
Many thanks to my editor,
Kelli. You rock!
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Considered the scourge of the Atlantic by the
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captained by the very man she ran away from five years ago, can she
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third and even bigger mistake if he lets her go now that she is
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Adanya wants nothing more than to escape before she does the
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Dominic intends to make the proud and indomitable Captain Mbwana
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CHAPTER ONE
“I
mpossible,” Charles
murmured as he leaned against the mantel of the fireplace in Madame
Devereux’s boudoir and gazed upon the painting above. It was a
portrait of the proprietress in her younger days, reclining upon a
grassy knoll and surrounded by her favorite flora,
chrysanthemums.
He turned to face Joan Devereux, reclining upon her
settee, several decades older, a good deal plumper, her complexion
far less even but not entirely devoid of the beauty of her
youth.
“If Miss Katherine is as terrified as you
say,” he continued, “a sennight is hardly enough time to transform
her into the perfect submissive.”
“But, my dear Gallant, there is no other
member who can provide a better introduction to the arts of
submission,” Devereux demurred as she peered through her spectacles
at her roster of patrons. “In your early years with me here, you
trained many a novice, with splendid outcomes each and every
one.”
“That was a long time ago. I am out of
practice.”
The greater truth was that he lacked the
inclination for the assignment presented him.
She
still
weighed upon his mind.
“But it would seem your time in the Orient
has only enhanced your repertoire. Indeed, you are in great demand.
I have had many members inquire after you of late.”
Charles returned his gaze to the painting.
The young Devereux wore a secretive smile. Some private thought
amused her, and she would keep it to herself. He had wondered if
the proprietress of the Inn of the Red Chrysanthemum, where
pleasures of the flesh were carried to their most wicked and wanton
extremes, had had a hand in the return of Master Damien, though
such speculation served no purpose. It did not alter the fact that
Charles was hers for an entire six-week. He had lost his wager with
her and would uphold his end of the bargain, even if she might have
deliberately undermined him. She had an interest in preserving the
identity of Mistress Scarlet, who, if returned to her former state
as Miss Greta, was of less value to Joan.
He had nearly succeeded in restoring Miss
Greta to what he believed was her true self. Now, she was lost to
him entirely. His letters to her in Liverpool were refused,
returned to him unopened. Charles had thought to request a leave of
absence from the ministry. If she would not receive his letters, he
would go to her in person. But Sir Canning required his presence in
London. Charles took some comfort in the prospect that time might
afford Greta the realization that she could give herself to
him.
Unless she was still partial to Damien.
“Lord Wendlesson insisted upon you,”
Devereux continued.
Her intended compliment had little effect,
and he replied, “You say he is newly married. It would seem the
duty of the husband to assume the role of mentor.”
“His lordship has been a member here, a
master, for nearly two years. He has not the patience to instruct
his wife, who has none of his experience.”
“I do not mean to evade my obligations,” he
replied. He accepted he was, in effect, Madame Devereux’s
indentured servant at the Red Chrysanthemum. If the proprietress
desired to make him her own personal slave, he would have serviced
her without complaint. And though he had no partiality for his own
sex when it came to venereal pursuits, he had fulfilled her first
assignment to him by spending the night with a visiting molly. “But
I am reticent to interfere betwixt a married couple, and newlyweds
at that,” he finished.
“Lord Wendlesson would make a terrible
instructor. His temperament would stand the both of them in poor
stead. It is for
her
benefit that I recommend you.
Wendlesson brought her in one evening. I think he thought to
titillate her, but she looked quite petrified by the goings on
here.”
“And he thinks I—or anyone—capable of
turning her trepidation into willing submission? In a sennight, no
less?”
“He will pay you richly for your
services.”
Remembering that Damien had offered fifty
guineas for Miss Greta, Charles stiffened. “Money does not concern
me. I would sooner he make his payment to you for I am in
your
service. I pray you give me another charge.”
Devereux pursed her lips. “I have no other
at present.”
“Then I will await your next bidding. Till
then, we may pause the clock on my servitude.”