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Monica Burns www.monicaburns.com

Sensual Historical Romance with a darker, sexier edge


Victorian England
— Where erotic passion and explosive desire exists beneath a layer of respectability.
— Where sinfully wicked rakes woo feisty heroines.
— Where men and women are locked in battles of love, passion and erotic desire.
— Where sensual, erotic romance takes on a darker, sexier edge.

Love’s Revenge
by Monica Burns

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ISBN 1-58608-400-3

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Revenge brought them together…
but will they be able to resist Love’s Revenge

The Devil of Devlyn wants revenge, and he finds the means in Sophie Hamilton. He’s determined not to give his heart away, but Sophie’s proving irresistible.

At forty-one, Sophie Hamilton never expected to find erotic passion in the arms of a man nine years younger. But can love really bridge the years between them?

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His gaze met hers as he picked up a piece of cheese and slowly bit into it. She darted her gaze away and proceeded to eat her meal in silence. Curious, he watched her eat. The way her white teeth bit into a piece of cold chicken. The precise manner in which she broke her cheese in half before placing it between her full pink lips.
 

“So you thought we’d live apart. What if I prefer to keep my wife in bed?”
 

She arched her eyebrow at him. “I find it hard to believe you’ll be that enamored with me, my lord.”
 

“Enamored or not, you indicated you wanted my experience. Did you lie to me?”
 

“Of course, not!” A blush crested her smooth cheeks. “I do want to know what it…how to…Blast! You know what I’m trying to say; but, I don’t expect it to last for very long at all.”

“Interesting.”
 

“What is?”
 

“Your logical, fatalistic approach to the subject of our matrimony. Your view of it is quite startling.”
 

“I don’t see what’s so startling about it. After all, marriage mainly serves the purpose of allowing a man to line his pockets with money from the woman he marries and the pursuit of an heir. Nothing more, nothing less.”
 

“And what of love, Sophie? Do you not long for love?” The words were out of his mouth before he realized what was happening. Bloody hell! What the devil had possessed him to ask her such a ridiculous question. Of course, she longed for love. What woman didn’t? But love wasn’t something he was capable of giving her. To do so required him to trust, and that was something he would never do again.
 

Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. Frowning, he cursed himself again as she smiled with a touch of irony. “Love is for the young, my lord. Something I no longer am.”
 

“You enjoy pointing out your age to me, I wonder why?”
 

“Not at all, I’m simply a realist. Love is for idealists, and I’ve learned practicality is a far better companion than wishful thinking.”
 

“So what do you expect from our marriage, aside from living apart from your husband.”
 

“I’m not sure what you mean. If you’re concerned that I’ll make demands on your time, I can assure you I’m quite self-sufficient.”
 

“Of that I have no doubt.” He grinned. She was more than capable of taking care of herself or she wouldn’t have possessed the ballocks to disturb the devil in his Keep. “It’s unheard of for a beautiful woman to accost me in the Keep with the intention of marrying me.”
 

A bright red spotted her cheeks at his words, and she glared at him. “It seems you enjoying making fun of me, my lord.”
 

 “Good God, I’m not making fun of you woman, I’m simply teasing you.”
 

 “Oh.” She worried her lower lip with her teeth. “I’m unaccustomed to such banter. The gentlemen I’ve known never did so with me.”
 

“Ah, but I’m no gentleman, Sophie. In fact, I’m worse than any rake you might have heard of before.”
 

She laughed again, and her face lit up with amusement. It made her lovelier still. Taking a sip of his burgundy wine, he wondered how the local male population had failed to see this woman for the beauty she was. Her laughter died away, although a smile remained on her lips.
 

“You shall have to work harder than that to appall me, my lord. I’m now convinced you say wicked things simply to shock me.”
 

 “Do you now. And what if I were to say something very wicked to you.”
 

“Whatever it is, I’m sure the initial embarrassment will dissipate quickly leaving me better prepared for your next sinful expression.”
 

Clutching his chest as though in great pain, he shook his head solemnly. “You wound me grievously, my dear. To think my wicked ways won’t shock you is sad news indeed.”
 

“I’m certain you shall recover quite nicely, my lord.”
 

“Ah, but will you. After all, my sins are many, and I intend to teach them all to you.”
 

Another blush crested her cheeks. “I can imagine you think me completely uneducated, but I do read, my lord. I shall not come to our marriage bed without some small idea of what happens between a man and woman.”
 

The haughty reply took him aback for a moment. Why the little minx thought to set him down did she? He arched his eyebrows at her, watching her pink tongue dart out to wet her full lips. “So tell me, Sophie. What do you expect will happen between us on our wedding night?”
 

“Well, I…I …we’ll share a bed…and I…” Her voice trailed off into silence.
 

“Ah, so the bravado you exhibit in your speech is far removed from your actual understanding.”

             “That’s unfair. You can hardly expect me to describe such an intimacy.”
 

 “Why not? Shall I tell you what I know will happen?”
 

 He watched her spine stiffen and straighten as she glared at him. “I doubt you would provide me with any information I’m not familiar with already.”
 

 “A challenge.” His mouth twisted into a smile. “Very well. On our wedding night, I’ll slowly remove your clothing, allowing myself to enjoy the firmness of those delightful breasts I’ve yet to see fully revealed.”
 

Her gasp encouraged him to continue as his eyes met her shocked gaze. “Once you’re naked before me, I intend to explore every inch of you with my mouth and tongue. Especially your nipples. I have a fascination with nipples. They’re one of the few places on a woman’s body that remain as hard as my cock during lovemaking.”
 

This time her gasp was more of a choking noise as she stared at him in appalled fascination. He arched one eyebrow, daring her to protest. She glared at him but remained silent. Fully aware of his ungentlemanly behavior, he continued.
 

“I intend to suck on your nipples, Sophie until that delightful spot between your legs is hot and wet. I’m going to use my mouth to make you writhe in my arms, begging me for a release you’ve not yet experienced.”
 

 “My lord, I—”
 

“Then when I’m quite certain you’re ready for me, I’m going to plunge my cock deep inside you over and over again until I spill my seed in you. And all the while, I’m going to enjoy hearing you cry out from the pleasure of it all.”
 

Silence fell between them, and he noted the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Far better she know now than later the man she was marrying. There was still time for her to change her mind. Reluctantly, he had to admit that he didn’t want her to change her mind, and her relatively calm composure pleased him.

 

Most women of her background would be running from him in hysterics, but not Sophie Hamilton. Either she was made of sturdier stuff or she was completely enthralled with his vivid description. And he found himself hoping it was the latter.

 

She took a deep breath as the tip of her tongue darted out to dampen her lips. What would those luscious lips feel like surrounding his cock? He was going to teach this fascinating creature to do things no wife would ever expect from her husband. The idea made him grin as he bit into a tart apple.

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Rogue in Disguise
by Monica Burns

Ensnared by love, a Rogue in Disguise meets his match in a woman who gambles her heart away.
 

When Ophelia Sheffield loses her home to the Earl of Rotherham, a notorious rake and lover, she’s refuses to relinquish it without a fight. In a daring gamble, she offers to become the earl’s student in the art of pleasure if he returns the deed to her family estate. 

Charles Lynton is always saving his brother, the Earl of Rotherham, from cunning debutantes eager to be Countess Rotherham. When a sultry enchantress appears in his brother’s den of pleasure and mistakes Charles for the earl, she offers him a proposition he’s unable to resist. As Charles introduces Ophelia to the art of lovemaking, she finds her heart quickly ensnared in the rogue’s net. She’s not the only one trapped. Charles soon realizes he has no wish to let Ophelia go, but how does he explain he’s a Rogue in Disguise?

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“This reader loved the lush imagery of this work and the sizzling love scenes with their undertones of sultry India. Burns delivers a gorgeous piece of historical eroticism here; this story hums along, hurtling the reader from the strict confines of society to the steamy passions hidden behind closed doors. All in all, a delightful and steamy read!”

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“I could not put this novel down until I was finished…This story is beautifully written with many sensual and seductive scenes which I think are done well. Monica Burns definitely has a talent for writing and has created very engaging characters. I cannot wait to read more from this author.”  

– Top Pick, Romance Reader at Heart
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“Burns takes a well-used plot and makes it into something new…In the battle of seduction, there can be only one winner – love.”

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