Lady Lora Alexander thrives on adventure and gets it by regularly sneaking around London via the subterranean tunnels of the buried Fleet River. The wild, tempestuous beauty also needs a measure of discipline, but no one dares give it to her -- that is, until she meets the infamous Blade, the dashing gentleman thief who has become famous by stealing ancient Egyptian art from the aristocracy.
Sin Drake has been captivated by Lora's portrait since he'd first raided her bedroom. Reports of Lora's scandalous, out-of-control behavior deeply concerns Sin. He dares her to become his sex slave thinking that the fiery young woman sorely needs a measure of self-control before she burns and destroys everything in her path...most importantly herself.
But as Sin spends more and more time with Lora, he begins to wonder what he really wants, to tame her or to watch her run free, to let her go or keep her by his side forever.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Fleet Blade by Beth Kery
Lora flushed. "You would have me be a whore, then?"
"If that is the role that suits you. Like a thief, whores live outside the constraints of society. But for me, I would not care for it, for a whore spreads her legs for any man with enough money. I would have you spread your legs only for me, knowing the only reward would be the pleasure I would bring you. But it is not my choice to make."
Lora's breath came fast as she looked up into his steady gaze. "I could be your lover, then?"
He pursed his lips and glanced away, as though he were the considering the topic with weighty somberness. Despite herself, Lora grinned.
"Lover does not seem outcast enough, does it? Lovers abound. No, I think something a little more risqu?, a little more daring."
"Such as?" Lora prompted.
"You could be my sex slave. You would be at my beck and call, subject to my every whim...for those periods that you deigned to visit me, that is," he said, his light eyes sparkling with mirth.
Lora burst into delighted laughter. "You would have me walk into my servitude, then, time and again? I would be a very foolish slave to do such a thing."
"Those that devote themselves to pleasure must also learn discipline. The two go hand in hand. Perhaps you would be very wise."
Laughter lingered on her lips. "Perhaps. I cannot help but observe that the master of the slave would also benefit greatly from such an arrangement. Would he continue to require visits from willing young lasses such as Molly while his slave was at his beck and call?"
"He would rely solely on his little slave to keep him satisfied," he answered soberly.
Lora's shyness came again. "And what shall we do, you and I, when I visit you?"
He pulled at his right earlobe while he studied her thoughtfully. "I will paint you, for one thing. Perhaps I will teach you some discipline by instructing you in archery. That is how I learned a measure of it. During the hottest part of the day, we will swim in the lake on Ashton's grounds. The beach is very secluded."
"All of that, then?" she asked, surprised at his answer.
He nodded solemnly. "All of that. And we will make love to one another again and again, until we can bear no more pleasure. And even then, we will devise a way that will bring us more ecstatic delights. I will teach you the manners of a slave and you will teach me the manners of being your master, and in endeavoring to do our best, our roles will be switched, and you will make me your devoted slave."
"You do not know the manners of the master already, then?" Lora murmured wide-eyed, utterly hypnotized by his deep voice and compelling stare.
His eyebrows went up wryly. "I have picked up a few ideas, here and there, aside from what nature has provided me. But you will be my first and only slave, Lora."
Laughter bubbled past her lips. "Yes. I will do it..."