     Chloe hurried down the rain soaked cobblestoned streets on London’s notorious Westside. She knew that she should not be in this crime trodden area of London. Especially at night . . . alone! Only what choice did she have? What choices had she ever had where her twin sister Lia was concerned? Sacred Buddha help her, she knew that she should not, but she did, damn Lia’s evil heart to the devil. Especially this time for using her little baby, Sebastian, against her.
     She must-must get Sebastian back, Chloe thought fighting tears of anguish over her son’s fate, at the hands of her sister. Only it was also fear now, because someone was following her, and she was not even close to the assigned drop off place where she was supposed to meet her contact. Anxiously, Chloe checked the small package hidden in the inside pocket of her cloak. The package Lia had forced her to take.
     Chloe had no idea what was in the package. She never wanted to know. She never wanted to know what price she was paying to get her son back from her own sister! How could Lia, be her true sister, Chloe wondered, feeling the agony for the thousandth time in her short life?
     Chloe turned a sharp right corner, then immediately she stopped and hugged the wall with her back pressed to some unknown building on the corner of the alley in which she stood. The dogging footsteps had stopped also and Chloe nearly wished that she could hear them again it was so ominous. She was praying that they would pass her by, that they were not really even following her, but now-? Chloe gazed down into the obscure darkness of the alley, which held a sickening sweet smell of rotting garbage. What should she do? She could hardly make herself go down the alley. She did not, want to go down there.
     Tap . . . tap . . . tap-tap-tap.
     Buddha save her, it was the footstep’s again! Chloe held her breath hugging the wall.
     “You will not get away from me this time!” The voice was harsh, rasped out of the rainy and obscure darkness.
     Chloe screamed and the roughness of a damp leather-gloved hand clamped over her mouth abruptly cut her cry of terror short. In that same second, she was jerked away from the wall to collide with a tall immovable shape. She was too terror-stricken to struggle, yet it would have been impossible, because the man had a muscular arm clamped around her waist from behind.
     “Fate, my little bitch, Lia. Never underestimate fate,” the man hissed in a sinister and gravelly voice.
     “N– n– n– !” Chloe garbled in a scream beneath the relentless gloved hand covering her mouth.
     The man bodily dragged her, stumbling in front of him, toward the sound of the approaching horse and carriage. Her mind was stricken with the fact that this man thought that she was Lia. Better he left her raped in the alley, Chloe thought hysterically than believe she was Lia!
     The carriage and horses came to a high-stepping halt in front of them. Chloe’s frantic hopes of rescuing died quickly, when the rasping man called to the driver, and then he threw open the carriage door. There was no chance for escape. Not that her terror-stricken limbs would have allowed it, because the man did not loosen his hold on her, but carried her with him up into the carriage as though she were a mere after thought of weight.
     Once inside the carriage with the door slammed shut it was even darker than the black rainy night outside. Still, Chloe thought this might be her chance, because surely the rasping man would have to release her now, and then she could scream her true identity at him until he listened!
     “I expected you to fight me more, you traitoress souillon!”
     Slut! He had called her slut in French and his angry voice was dripping revenge on the horrible naming. Chloe found the will then as she struggled to free herself, but the man subdued her too easily. He wrested her more onto his lap and brought what felt like a silk scarf around to gag her mouth! Then, he used another silk wrapping to bind her wrist together behind her back, before he shoved her off him and into a corner of the carriage.
     Chloe did not know where he was inside the dark carriage as she struggled to stay upright on the bouncing carriage seat, while shameful sobs racked her, making anguished whimpering sounds beneath the gag. How could she tell this man who she was if he gagged her?
     “Really, Lia, . . . crying? You must imagine me noble,” the man whispered harshly with his rasping voice. “I am not, souillon!”
     Chloe choked hard, because out of the blackness he was suddenly beside her. He began pulling the weight of her cloak down off her shoulders, while his other gloved hand tugged her heavy skirts upward with a jerk! Would he rape her now? Chloe tried to use her legs, the only part of her free to fight. Only after two small kicks, he clamped his big hands over her thighs, with her linen drawers scrunched beneath, as he dragged her lower limbs upward, until they were on the carriage seat. His weight settled immediately between her legs, pressing down until she could not move. She whimpered like the frightened trapped animal that she was.
     “No lacy drawers, Lia? You take your pretense too far, little pussy!”
     OhBuddha-Buddha! Chloe jerked her head from side to side frantically, but still the rasping man used his big hands to tug at her drawers, relentlessly pulling them down over her squirming hips. She could not breathe! She could not catch a single breath beneath the gag.
     “Where are the knife and pistol that you always carry, you little bitch-? Damnation,” Lord Harrison Ravenscar cursed in a haggard rasp.
     It had taken him a few moments to realize that the venomous Lia had fainted. How could that be? From what he knew of her, through all of his sources, if Lia were not a woman she would be sporting balls. Harrison shook Lia noticing instantly how small and fragile she felt beneath his hands. What a dangerous illusion that was, he thought with a sneer. According to the surveillance reports that he managed to obtain on her, this woman beneath him would have no compunction about taking on an entire military squad single handedly. And, she did! He had followed her continuing career closely for the last year, until he had lost track of her two months ago. Right after she had been placed, as the assassin of six German field officers, in a bordello in Prague. Six men dead without a thought!
     How could she faint? Harrison shook Lia again, uselessly, before he released her to lie limply on the carriage seat. A particularly sharp rocking motion of the moving carriage threw him off balance and harder into the cradle between Lia’s thighs. His groin nestled instinctively along the contours of her exposed sex. He could easily feel the heat of her cunt through his pants.
     “Christ,” he cursed with a savage note, before he was able to lever himself away from her. Then, he knelt between her outstretched thighs, while disgustingly he had to catch a labored breath.
     It was the bitch’s fault beneath him that he was reacting this way. He had not been with a woman in more than a year. Not since she had set up the betrayal where he’d burned his hands and throat so severely—and she was going to pay! She was going to endure his scarred hands on her body. She was going to crawl . . . she was going to beg him . . . she was going to fuck him, until she was his slave, and then and only then was he going to walk away from her. Leaving her then, with what she had become. It was better than killing her. Much better, Harrison thought as he began to search Lia again for the knife and pistol he knew she must have.
     However, he did not find them, nothing but a small package in her cloak and a gold locket around her slender neck. Frustrated, he began to rip her demure serviceable dress down the front. He simply could not believe that she did not have a weapon concealed somewhere.
     “M– m– !” Lia came awake and Harrison sneered, pulling the heavy black dress away from her shoulders as he held her wriggling thighs between his knees. He reached his hand upward and snatched back the carriage curtain allowing the light from the driver’s lantern to spill across the carriage seat.
     A corset? The Lia that he had studied intimately, but had only seen at a distance once, would never wear something so staid and so English. She must be thoroughly into her undercover character, he mused as he reached for his thin-bladed assassin’s knife that he always carried in his boot. Lady Chloe Sang, the royal stepdaughter to a deceased Asian ambassador was her undercover character at the moment. However, Ambassador Sang, while he had lived, had been honored at Westminster court on more than one occasion for his international negotiations. What a cover for his sly Lia, and still Harrison could not fathom how Lia was pulling it off. He only knew that from the moment he had chanced to see her at the Carlton Hotel, he had vowed that she had just made her second major mistake since turning traitor to the Archangels spying team. Brazen bitch, coming to England. It was time. She was his!
     “N—mm—mm!”
     Harrison grasped the whalebone stays between Lia’s softly pillowed bosom with one gloved hand and drew his knife down with his other hand. He could feel the inner slopes of Lia’s breasts heaving against the back of his gloved hand as he cut the corset free. Her breasts spilled out of their confinement. They were plump ivory moons with areolas no rounder that a halfpenny, making the spiked pink nipples in their centers appear larger. The buxom flesh jiggled and arched upward with each of her agitated movements beneath him as she whimpered and tossed her head.
     He had Lia stripped bared, except for her stockings, garters, and half-boots. Harrison chuckled in a sinister and lewd manner, while he deliberately ran one his leather-gloved hands back and forth over each of Lia’s breasts in a smearing motion, while she tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from him.
     “You are mine now, Lia. All mine,” he hissed with the snakelike voice that he had. It was all that she had left him. Then, Harrison lowered his hand to pet the ebony curls covering Lia’s cunt and she screamed beneath the gag.

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Just Erotic Reviews, Vikki Bertling says
Lady Chloe Sang is forced to deliver a package late at night by her evil twin sister, going into the worst part of London. Lia holds Chloe’s baby son prisoner until the package is delivered. Unfortunately, Chloe is being followed and is soon captured by her stalker.

Harrison, Earl of Ravenscar, has revenge to exact on Lia. The traitorous bitch is the reason he is scared and two of his fellow Archangels were wounded during a simple fact gathering mission. Now he has her and knows that her cries of innocence are false.

The second story in Shirl Ander’s Archangel Series, I found My Lady Enslaved to be even more intense and intriguing than the first story (a feat I thought unachievable). Ravenscar is a truly dominate alpha male. He has done his research over the past two years and is positive that he has Lia, even though he can’t bring himself to call her by that name. But no matter! He sets out to dominate and enslave Lia/Chloe and is so sensual that I often found myself panting, even holding my breath, over him.

Chloe is a strong woman in her own right; she will do anything to save her son, even lie and say that she is Lia. Though she fights her body’s reaction to Ravenscar, Chloe soon submits, causing him to lose his hard-edged control. The sexual encounters throughout this book will have you running for relief. Though heavy on the domination aspect of the BDSM, the reader is never given a feeling of humiliation from Chloe, just peace, passion and complete satisfaction. While this is a second book it stands alone fairly well with just a history of the Archangels and the men themselves. Such an erotic story I definitely recommend this regency BDSM to everyone.

Reviewer: Vikky Bertling, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Rating: 4 Stars
Heat level: Orgasmic

Fallen Angel Reviews, Jean says,

The Earl of Ravenscar has been serving his country during the Napoleonic Wars by spying on the enemy. Unfortunately, the last mission turned sour and Ravenscar’s hands and throat were damaged by acid and acid fumes. He will do anything to have revenge on the turncoat who led his team into danger – Lia Delconte.

Chloe Sang, Lia Delconte’s twin sister, is her complete opposite. Though Chloe has borne a child, she is in many ways an innocent. Lia blackmails her sister Chloe into delivering a package for her – Chloe does it because Lia has threatened Chloe’s child, and Chloe will do anything to save her baby. During this mission, Ravenscar captures Chloe, and, mistaking her for Lia, determines that he will enslave her by inciting her strong sexual drive and then casting her aside. Although Chloe repeatedly tells Ravenscar that she is not Lia, but Ravenscar refuses to listen. What will happen to Chloe and her baby? Will Ravenscar carry out his heinous punishment?

In spite of its theme of revenge and redemption, this Regency novella is a light, quick read. The character of Chloe, although very innocent – too innocent in some ways for a woman who had already borne a child – quickly matured and developed throughout the story. The character of Ravenscar was a little more remote, being unwilling to talk much about his feelings (as many alpha male characters can be!). This book includes some very graphic sex scenes, including anal and oral sex, bondage, and domination, but the scenes fit into the plot smoothly and help develop the story. I enjoyed this book and recommend it to those who like a spice in their Regency romances.

Reviewed by: Jean, Fallen Angel Reviews