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Parlor Games

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Overview

"An innocent virgin enters a brothel to escape starvation and receives expert tutelage in the steamy Victorian parlor games that rakish gentlemen indulge in. . . .

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Bio of Jess Michaels

Jess Michaels has been writing since the fateful day when her husband said, "You're only really happy when you're writing. Why don't you do that?" In November 2003, her work (and several buckets of tears) paid off when she made her first sale to Red Sage Publishing. Since then, she has gone on to write for several other erotic romance publishers, and helped launch Avon's erotic romance line, Avon Red. Jess has been called "the queen of erotic romance," and her work has been described as "too hot to put down." She also writes historical romance for Avon Books as Jenna Petersen. She is well-known in the romance community for her popular website for aspiring romance writers, The Passionate Pen. The website was the first to list all the romance publishing houses and their submission guidelines, as well as all romance agencies that have websites. It has grown to include links, articles by Jess about the industry, and a popular diary of her journey to publication and beyond. Happily married to her hero since 1997, Jess lives in the Midwest, where she writes books between dodging tornado warnings and serving as entertainment director, box cleaner, and food provider for two demanding cats.

Bio of Leda Swann

Leda Swann is the writing duet of Cathy and Brent. We write out of our home overlooking the sea in peaceful New Zealand. When not writing we have busy lives bringing up four children and enjoying an adventurous outdoor life that ranges from the mountains to the sea.

Bio of Julia Templeton

Born in Crescent City , California. When She was nineteen and pregnant with her daughter, She discovered romance. The book was Shanna, and She was addicted to historical romance from that moment on.

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Imprint

HarperCollins

Filesize

912.90 KB

Number of Pages

304

eBook ISBN

0061191590

Excerpt from: Parlor Games by Jess Michaels

Chapter One

London, 1815

John Valentine strummed the fingers of one hand along the bar top while in the other he clenched a tumbler of whiskey. He stared at the clock behind the bartender's head, watching as the moments bled away one by one.

Glowering at the hated timepiece, he let out a string of low curses that didn't raise an eyebrow from the gentlemen and ladies surrounding him in the crowded room. In fact, most didn't even notice his frustration as they talked, kissed, and . . . He shifted as he glanced down the bar to watch one gentleman, a powerful figure in Parliament, lift the young woman in his company up on the bar to have easier access to the swell of her breasts beneath the low curve of her scandalous gown. Valentine couldn't help but stare as the woman dipped her head back with a loud sigh. The sigh turned to a moan as her companion pushed the neckline even lower until the dusky rose of one taut nipple popped over the lacy edging.

Valentine turned away, his erection lengthening beneath the bar. Arabella Nichols's underground haven of sex definitely lived up to the rumors surrounding it. Since his arrival, he had seen so much that this latest exposure to sin and sex seemed tame. How much more did the legendary Miss Nichols think he could take?

"Mr. Valentine?"

He started as a feminine voice, along with hot, sweet breath, brushed his ears. He turned to find a lovely auburn-haired woman standing at his elbow, a broad, flirtatious smile on her face.

"Yes?"

"Arabella is ready for you."

The young lady's smile grew as he got to his feet and her gaze swept over him. He ignored her blatant regard . . . and the equally blatant offer in her expression. With a grin, she turned and led him from the room, past a crowded parlor where even more ladies and gentlemen congregated for erotic foreplay, and finally through a ballroom with a stage where scantily clad ladies danced for the plea-sure of the men and women in the crowd below. Valentine kept his eyes focused straight ahead on the lace-clad back of his companion. His head wasn't so addled by drink and sex that he couldn't remember this was business.