Melanie’s life in America is full of heartache since her mother died, but she has never allowed herself to fall into a depression- she had to care for her father. A few years later Melanie’s father marries another woman, Geraldine- a woman too wicked to be considered a mother. But she still has no time to wallow in her sorrows, she has two siblings to care of. After years of pain and abuse, her only option is marriage, but Geraldine does not allow her that chance. Sold off to slave traders, Melanie finds herself in an English whore house, her virtue being auctioned to the highest bidder!
Christopher, new Earl of Ashworth has only one goal in life- restore the family image to its former glory and bring back respect to his family title that his father had successfully ruined. He doesn’t believe in love and mistrusts everyone, he only believes in getting what he wants no matter the cost.
After being sold as a slave, Melanie luckily escapes an auction and hides in the carriage of Christopher Wimberely, Earl of Ashworth. Their romance is rocked with mistrust that proves to be their undoing.
“Milord, your carriage,” the footman spoke holding the carriage door wide open.
Christopher placed a coin in his palm and climbed in. He took off his cloak, hat and jacket and placed them opposite him. Although it would be a short drive, he wanted to rest for he had much work waiting for him. When the carriage jostled forward, something heavy rolled to his feet. He looked down and his eyes widened in shock. It was a girl!
She was wet, and seemed unconscious. He placed his hand on her pale forehead and she shivered. She was cold. What had happened to her?
Christopher knocked the top of the carriage with his fist, “Driver, we are going to spend one more night here. Take me to the inn.”
He reached down and pulled her up into his arms. Once she was on his lap, he pulled her unsupported head up to examine her face. He sucked in a breath.
She was beautiful, and those lips, slightly parted in a quiet invitation, were full and enticing. She wasn’t a tiny thing either. Unlike most women he’d met, she was shaped like her architect curved her to answer all men’s lustful dreams. Her body was voluptuous, with large breasts and a copious rear, both big enough to compliment her small frame. The width of her waist was equal to the distance between the tip of his middle finger to his wrist.
He lifted her small pale fingers in his hand. They seemed childlike compared to his, but yet very pleasingly soft against his skin. They would probably set a fire in him if she ran them…
What the devil! Put those thoughts out of your head Christopher!
He quickly pulled his cloak and covered her alluring body with it, but he could do nothing about her face. Cautiously, he ran his finger down the side of her face. She turned her head into his shoulder, and her hair fell free. He ran his hand through the long, wet black mane and growled with frustration. A few minutes ago, he was fully sated, but now…
Why did you have to have such beautiful hair to match the body of a goddess!
He pushed her derrière away from his growing erection and leaned back, holding his eyes shut tightly. This isn’t going to end well!