Thursday, December 13, 2012
Seduction of My Proper Wife Blog Hop
Seduction of my Proper Wife: A Victorian Ménage at the Parisian Exposition
by Kristabel Reed
Lillian is at first reluctant but when she meets Aria there is something that draws her to her and quickly sheds her inhibitions. But when she returns to Philip she cannot help but want Aria with her too.
Historicals are not my favorite genre but SEDUCTION OF MY PROPER WIFE could change that. This is a story of three people who fall in love with each other and how to deal with the ramifications in England at the turn of the nineteen century. This is a menage and yes the love scenes are very hot and erotic but you also fall in love with Philip, Lillian and Aria. I loved watching Lillian go from someone who was afraid to even allow Phillip to touch her fully clothed to not only embracing her sensuality but also discover a dominant nature. When you find out why she was afraid you may want to take a swing at the person who hurt Lillian.
Kristabel Reed is another new to me author but I definitely want to read more by her. She brings such wonderful detail of the World Fair that it also becomes one of the characters in the book. I know readers will love SEDUCTION OF MY PROPER WIFE.
Lillian did not know how to ease her fear of the bed until she was freed from her past.
Aria was paid to educate and entice, but what she found was more than she ever dreamed possible.
The Parisian Exposition of 1889...the world is changing and the three of them are caught in its whirl. Philip and Lillian went to Paris to save their marriage and to help Lillian overcome her fears. Aria danced and seduced Lillian, but before Lillian left, Aria found herself seduced, in turn, by the beautiful Englishwoman.
When Philip and Lillian break all the rules and escort Aria around Paris for a week, will it be the beginning of their future? Or will this seductive interlude be nothing more than a dream?
Puzzled at such a dichotomy, she allowed Philip to pull her along. They passed a pair of men sitting cross-legged on the ground. They smoked from a long tube attached to a tall, thin, glass spiral of some sort. Fascinated, Lillian tried not to stare, it was rude after all, but wondered what the contraption was called and what the men smoked from its cloudy insides.
They entered a building with beautifully mysterious music and slight tinkling sounds. When Lillian looked up, she saw the dancers. They wore swaths of sheer fabric for skirts, covered in dozens and dozens of gold coins. Their bellies were bare, but their faces veiled.
Philip, still silent as he’d been since leaving their hotel room, guided her through the crowd to the front of the stage. Lillian, almost entranced by the sight, didn’t care who saw her or what they thought, she watched, mesmerized by the way these women’s bodies moved.
It was the most sensual thing she’d ever seen, and Lillian knew she should be ashamed, but couldn’t be. The danced ended and the women filed off stage. The crowd waited, clearly waiting like she was, to see if more was to come. But nothing more happened, save the men playing their strange instruments continued to do so.
As the crowd left the room, Philip smiled tenderly down at her and she felt that same fluttering in her belly she had the first time he’d done so. Straightening her shoulders, Lillian vowed to make this work. Even if she had to…
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Kristabel Reed lives on the East Coast and loves to explore the steamier side of historical romance. "There are so many sexy situations that didn't just pop up in the 21st century and my goal is to burst the myth of the prim and proper debutante."
She loves romances but historical ménages particularly which add an element of danger and discovery not seen in contemporaries. Historically speaking, unusual romantic connections put lives on the line-people were ostracized and some even put to the death.
She loves reading, watching old movies, and anything Cary Grant. And is always interested in talking about erotic romance, so drop her a line: firstname.lastname@example.org; or Tweet her @kristabelreed; find her blog: kristabelreed.blogspot.com