A Victorian ménage a quatre novella
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THE HEROINE and her LOVER:
VINCENT DELACROIX & ALEXANDRA FALKNER, the Countess of Warwick

Delacroix stood and walked away from her to a side table where he poured himself a hefty noggin of bourbon. “Then you’re willing to defile yourself before an audience.” He angled his chin over his shoulder. “With me.”

Heat crawled up Alexandra’s neck, spread across her face, then scalded the tips of her ears. That was the one obstacle she hadn’t quite figured out how to get around. The literal climactic ending included three players—
Aphrodite and her two lovers, Ares and Adonis. More specifically, Sebastian and Delacroix. She’d never been with anyone other than Sebastian. And she’d certainly never been with two men at the same time. But her faithfulness had gained her naught but an empty bed. “I am willing to resort to whatever means are necessary to have my husband back in my bed.”

THE HERO: SEBASTIAN FALKNER, the Earl of Warwick

He was a beautiful man. Tall, with wheat-colored hair and aqua-blue eyes. Beneath his aristocratic clothes lay a sea of muscles and bronze skin she hadn’t seen in far too long. They’d been married three years, and Sebastian had come to rely on her to manage the household. But Alexandra no longer wanted to be the mistress of Pendleton. She wanted to be her husband’s mistress. She wished he would look at her the way he once had before they fell into this cold dismal distance. She wished he would touch her, to give her some sign of interest that proved he was worth fighting for.

THE MAID: DAPHNE

“Is the water to your liking, m’lady?” Daphne secured Alexandra’s washed hair atop her head with a pair of gold filigree hairsticks Warwick had brought back from one of his trips abroad.

“The water is fine.” She smiled up at the maid Delacroix had sent earlier that morning—a stunning beauty from Portugal with physical traits opposite her own—olive skin, silky black hair, full lips. The maid’s dark exotic features mesmerized Alexandra. There was something very sensual about her movements. Something provocative. Something arousing.

Daphne scrubbed Alexandra’s arms and legs, then moved behind her to massage the tension out of her neck until she was completely relaxed.
Alexandra moaned and reveled in Daphne’s attentions. “I must remember to thank Delacroix for sending you to me.”