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Full Page Excerpt from "My Lady
Compelled"
(reviews below)
Gabriella realized immediately that she
must have truly lost consciousness in the last explosive throes of raw
passion that Drummond commanded from her body, because she came awake
reclining on a settee. Drummond was standing over her, languidly smoking
a spicy smelling cigar. His slate gray eyes revealed nothing, not a
modicum of tenderness in their reserved depths.
She quickly crossed her arm over the transparent
material covering her breasts, placing one hand modestly between her
legs as heat flooded her cheeks to burning. She was so confused, feeling
indignant, shameful and yet completely sated . . . somehow. She never
imagined in her wildest dreams that a man could bring a woman to such
passion!
“Maidenly modesty does not become you at this moment,
Madame.” Drummond raised his perfectly sculpted sliver-gray eyebrow in
reprove. “Nor shall I allow it to become a part of our newest
relationship.” He puffed lazily on his cigar with his gaze demanding
that she move her arms.
She huffed, flustered with her familiar and graceful
composure thoroughly in shreds as she floundered, not knowing where or
how to act. In one short afternoon her life had completely changed.
Nothing seemed of herself anymore and she did not know where to begin to
regain the pieces that had become lost or—or irrevocably changed.
“They prohibited slavery years ago, Lord Kittridge,”
she exclaimed, principally to halt the words she would have spoken,
begging Drummond to comfort her. Still, she lowered her arms as he
silently commanded and she realized in a moment of panic what possession
he held over her now.
He ignored her comment wholly, as appeared to be a
trait of his, while his gaze boldly studied her barely concealed
breasts. “It could have been worse, Madame. It was only by chance
circumstances that I learned your husband had intentions to sell you.
Quite a barbarous ideal, selling one’s wife, however, for my purposes,
effective.”
“Your purposes?” she questioned in a whisper, holding
forth little hope that he would answer her inquiry.
“And to a lower class patron no less.” Drummond paused,
tilting his head upward for a slow stately puff on his cigar. “Imagine
my surprise?”
Gabriella shuddered, but offered no verbal comment as
her gaze irrevocably slid down over the length of Drummond’s tall frame
while he was not looking at her. Even at his age, he was still the most
attractive man that she had ever seen. He was muscular and trim with
shortly cut, silver-gray hair, adding a dramatic and handsome maturity
to his tanned and hawkish features.
“And for what?” Drummond mused. “This claim that you
are barren?”
Gabriella’s mind suddenly fired from its confusion as
pain and deep humiliation flared in her breast. She came upright, off of
the settee with jerky, angry motions. Remaining mute, she stood and
quickly gathered her clothing, holding it before her like a shield. She
would not even take the time to dress. What difference could it make
after this horrible day? She would find her cloak quickly and that would
be enough.
“I choose the streets,” she muttered gazing downward at
the shambles of clothing in her arms. Like her life. She did not hear
Drummond’s approach until suddenly his warm, strong hands were clasped
to her bare upper arms as he turned her to face him.
“That is no longer an option for you, Madame.”
Her gaze shot to his face. Somehow he had rid himself
of his cigar and she thought she detected a fleeting second of sympathy
in his charcoal-gray eyes, coming and going so quickly that she was sure
she had just imagined it.
“Your husband will no longer have you Madame. That
paragon, whom I might mention was chosen over myself twenty-five years
ago. You have no further family alive, no money, and the papers signed
this day between your husband and myself, while not entirely legally
binding, are enough so that if you breach the contract by leaving me
without my consent, I could stretch the situation enough to have you
arrested until a lengthy courtroom battle could ascertain the
ramifications.”
“Jail,” she whispered horrified.
“The gaol to be exact, Lady St. John.” Drummond paused
searching her gaze intently as if to ascertain her complete
understanding, then he released her and strode toward his desk saying,
“I shall expect you to join me for dinner at seven. Your clothes have
been delivered to my chambers where you may go now and refresh yourself.
Rest if you need to, Madame.”
Gabriella remained mute, watching in horrid fascination
as Drummond sat in his high-backed desk chair, facing her nonchalantly
from across his inlayed marble-topped desk. His gaze was inscrutable,
his mouth outlined in perfect masculine firmness, as he casually lifted
two of his fingers up to his regal nose and inhaled. Then he licked the
tip of his second finger . . . slowly. That same finger that had touched
her–! Gabriella gasped and fled the room before Drummond’s warm,
masculine chuckle.
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Fallen Angel Reviewer,
Shelly says:
What does a master spy do with his life after his skills are no longer
useful? That’s exactly what Drummond Penhurst, Duke of Kittridge and his
fellow “Archangels” are discussing in the opening scene of My Lady
Compelled. During the war with Napoleon, the Archangels earned a
reputation of being the most successful of the Queen’s spies. Now that
the war is over and they have time to enjoy life, they realize their
lives are lacking. Their conversation turns to female companionship. The
friends all agree about the kind of wife they want -one that is a prim
and proper, accepted member of the ton, who will act like a courtesan in
the bedroom.
Drummond, who is a
widower, finds out that Lady Gabriella St. John is to be sold by her
husband. Twenty five years earlier, Drummond had been in love with
Gabriella, only to have his heart broken when she married another. Being
labeled barren and sold by her obnoxious husband was humiliating for
Gabriella, until she realizes her benefactor is Drummond. She was also
attracted to Drummond in their youth, but was unable to get out of her
arranged marriage.
After Drummond pays twenty thousand pounds for her, his stance is that
he owns Gabriella and she is to do whatever he says. He has one
objective - to wipe away her inhibitions and awaken her passion.
Although indignant at first, Gabriella is soon seduced by Drummond’s
sexual ministrations. Drummond is overbearing at first, but still shows
his softness toward Gabby, calling her “My Love” and showering her with
gifts.
My Lady Compelled is the first in the six book “Archangels” series by
Shirl Anders. Ms. Anders’ writing style is very much like a classic
Regency, but that’s where the comparison ends! The first time we meet
Gabrielle, Drummond gives her three climaxes on the desk in his study.
The love scenes get even hotter from there. One of the nicest things
about this story is that the lovers are mature. Both have lived life and
realize what they want for the future.
My Lady Compelled is a wonderful piece of erotic romance. I can’t wait
to read the stories about the rest of the Archangels!
Reviewed by:
Shelley,
Fallen Angel Reviews
Just Erotic
Reviewer,
Vikky Bertling says:
Drummond
Penhurst, Duke of Kittridge, was been the ringleader of the, now
disbanded, Queen’s Archangels. A group of spy’s that brought about the
downfall of Napoleon. Now he is retired and not very happy, he feels at
a loss, until he is told about Lady Gabriella St. John’s fate. His lady
love in youth, Lady Gabriella is being sold by her husband at a ""wife’s
sale"" claiming that she is barren and his mistress pregnant with his
heir.
Lady Gabriella has never been so humiliated in her life. To be sold! As
she thanks God that her old friend and love, Drummond, purchased her,
Gabriella learns that he plans to make her completely and solely his!
When the truth about her life and what her husband has done starts to
unfold, Gabriella and Drummond come to terms and accept their undying
love.
My Lady Compelled
is the first book in the Archangels series. Gabriella is a strong and
intelligent woman who lives in a time when women are thought of only as
possessions and breeding mares. She fights to maintain control where
there is none. Drummond is a dominant male who shows Gabriella what
submitting sexually is all about. He also sets in motion Gabriella’s
husband’s downfall as punishment for selling her. The love between these
two never died despite the fact that circumstances forced Gabriella to
marry another. Once the past is laid to rest the happiness and laughter
is brought out causing a lightheartedness in the book that makes the
reader feel happy. I so enjoyed My Lady Compelled and look
forward to reading the other books in this series.
Rating: 4/5 Stars
Heat level:
Orgasmic
Reviewed by Vikky Bertling,
Just Erotic Romance Review
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