A Lady’s Taste for Temptation (Preview)

Chapter One

Lady Emily Hambleton was always spoiled for choice. She often spent more time choosing her outfits than she did actually wearing them. For as long as she could remember, living in a wealthy house, and having an even wealthier husband meant that she could wear a new dress several times a day, complete with jewellery that had never seen the light of day until it adorned her neck. She often made sure that everything matched, but she also tried to make sure that everything she wore outdid those around her. She wanted those who knew her to think that she was the most fashionable, wealthiest woman around. When people closed their eyes, she only wanted them to picture dazzling beauty, and stunning outfits. The dressmakers knew her by name, and the jewellers often chased her down the street, offering their wares. She used the purchases of new clothes and jewellery to distract herself from her inner most feelings. She often did not want to think of anything troubling, including her future.

Once, for Lady Emily, or “Emmie”, as she allowed her closest friends to call her, her future had been certain. She had found a delightful husband in Lord Hambleton, a young man just slightly older than her 19 years of age, and she had planned a life for the two of them that was to outdo any of their friends.

Lady Emily had not counted on a foreign war. She had not counted on the fact that Lord Hambleton would want to leave her to fight in the colonies, and she had not counted on the fact that she would never hear from him again.

She couldn’t understand wanting to go to war on foreign soil. She didn’t want to understand why it was so important for him to leave the safety of Britain, go over the ocean, and fight to maintain a colony that didn’t seem to be worth keeping. Apparently, though, at the time, he felt like it was his duty, and he told her he would fulfill it, no matter what the price.

She assumed he hadn’t thought the plan through to the end. She certainly had, and the longer she went without hearing from him, the more it became clear that Lady Emily’s plans and her future would have to change.

She was stubborn, and she always made a plan in case the first one fell through. She had loved Lord Hambleton, but when his letters stopped coming, she knew she would have to marry again. And this time, she would marry someone who wasn’t so obsessed with duty that they would ruin every plan she had in her head.

Lady Emily knew that choosing her next husband by herself would cause great ripples in the community. All the women around her were obedient to their husbands, or their fathers. They trusted their parents to know them best, and to choose their future grooms. They trusted their husbands to guide them in whatever path life would take them.

Lady Emily was not going to trust anyone but her own heart and her own head. Her greatest fear was to be married to a boring man and spend her life in a stuffy drawing room with people whose greatest interest was what the weather was like. She wanted to be free; to explore the world, and to dip her toes in the sand of a beach without anyone telling her otherwise.

Lady Emily thought that it was unfair that men could see the world, and for the most part, dictate their own marriages, but women were untrusted in this matter. She thought that the world should be more equal, which horrified those around her. Whenever she spoke on such matters, people blushed or hushed her.

She thought that was horrific. She was not asking to wear trousers and ride front saddle. She had no intention of not receiving the respect her station deserved. She just wanted more freedom, or she was certain she might shrivel and eventually perish.

Her father, of course, had other ideas, which tore at her heart. Lady Emily had chosen to live with her father, Sir Preston Smythe, when it became clear her husband was not coming back. She and her father got on well, and for the most part, they shared the same ideas and values. However, when it came to husbands, Sir Preston’s opinions differed dramatically from her own. It was because of his opinions that she was standing in front of her closet now, trying to choose a dress.

She swore her father had nothing else to do but try to find a husband that she didn’t want to marry. Sir Preston had invited Lord Reginald Makepeace, a well-connected and wealthy Londoner to stay at their home as a long-term guest. It was obvious that Sir Preston had invited him there with the intention of offering Lady Emily’s hand in marriage.

Lady Emily, however, barely knew him, and wasn’t particularly interested in getting to know someone who didn’t impress her right away. She also didn’t want to spend time in her own home trying to get to know someone that she probably wouldn’t have any interest in, to begin with. She would have been open to the idea of inviting him to supper or a ball, but a long-term stay was not an idea that appealed to her.

She valued her father’s opinion, and that was the only reason she had simply shrugged her shoulders. She was not about to be rude or disobedient on the first day. However, she was not shy about making her opinions clear.

“Emmie.” She looked up suddenly to see her friend, Catherine Ellwood, enter the bedroom. Lady Emily and Catherine had been friends for many years, and Catherine was the only other reason she had accepted Lord Reginald’s presence for so long. She told her father that if he wanted a guest there for that long, she would also have a guest. Sir Preston had agreed, and so Catherine had arrived by horse and carriage, with enough suitcases to make it seem like she was moving in for the rest of her days.

“Catherine,” Lady Emily said, and put down the necklace she was looking at in order to go and hug her friend. The two women were of a similar age, but they were very different in many ways. Catherine wanted to marry, and she would marry anyone who was interested in her. At least, Lady Emily thought she would, based on what her friend had said. “How are you? How was your journey?”

“It was a bit…bumpy,” Catherine said. “The recent rain has left the roads quite unpleasant, if I am honest.”

“Oh, I am sorry,” Lady Emily said. “If I had known the conditions were so dreadful, I would have written to say you could arrive later in the week.”

“I could not do that,” she said. “I had to be here for you, today. Isn’t today the day Lord Reginald arrives?”

“He may also be experiencing the same situation,” Lady Emily said. “And from what my father has said, he is more interested in keeping his expensive things safe than he is in arriving on time.”

“Emmie!” Catherine said, with a chuckle, as she sat on the bed. “That is unkind.”

“I did not say that to his face, did I?” Lady Emily asked, with a smile.

“I do not see why you are so opposed to a man that you have never met,” Catherine said. “I would be so blessed if I was given the opportunity.”

“You will be given the opportunity,” Lady Emily assured her. “One day. But I am the one currently in this predicament, and having been married once before, I should be able to choose.”

“Has your father said that you must marry him, no matter what?” Catherine asked.

“No,” Lady Emily replied. “Not in so many words. But he has insisted this man is perfect for me. He says that he has made sure I will be perfectly happy. But I do not know how he can know that, when he disagrees with so many of my philosophies.”

“Do you think your father would doom you to an unhappy marriage?” Catherine asked.

“No,” Lady Emily said. “Not intentionally.”

“And were you not happy with Lord Hambleton?” Catherine asked.

“That was a different matter,” Lady Emily said. “And while I was perfectly happy with him, I did not choose him for myself.”

Catherine sighed and sat down on Lady Emily’s bed. She traced the pattern of the quilt for a few moments before she spoke.

“But what if you do not marry him?” she asked. “And then you end up as a spinster? That is my worst fear. If I do not get an offer of marriage soon.”

“I will not end up as a spinster,” Lady Emily said. “That is a fate for women who do not think for themselves. I will find someone, but I am certain that I must choose him myself.”

Catherine felt as if her friend had not heard her fears, but she allowed Lady Emily to keep speaking anyway. She was used to it, at this point.

“Besides,” Lady Emily said. “Part of the reason he has chosen this man is because he is wealthy, and I do not see why that matters. I am wealthy, my father is still very wealthy, and neither of us need any more money to live very comfortably.”

“Some people believe that more money is always needed,” Catherine replied.

“Why?” Lady Emily asked. “When you spend your life in a boring drawing room, with no reason to spend the money that you have, because you are inside every day?”

“What do you want to do with it?” Catherine said. “If you were allowed to do anything with your fortune?”

“I would travel,” Lady Emily replied. “I would see all the places I have read about in books. I would see Rome, and Greece, and the pyramids of Egypt I would see the world, dip my toes in foreign sands. And while I was in each place, I would stay as long as I liked before moving on. No one would dictate my schedule or make me attend a supper where I was not interested in the company.”

“Oh my,” Catherine replied. “You truly have everyting worked out.”

“Of course,” Lady Emily said. “And if someone would bother to listen to me for half a moment, I would tell them this and not have to choose a dress for a hunt.”

Catherine looked upon her friend’s vast closet.

“Have you chosen one yet?” she asked. “Because I am particular to the green one.”

“The green one does not strike me,” Lady Emily replied, with a sigh. “I had it made nearly a month ago, and I have not found the occasion to wear it yet. Perhaps I will simply give it to those who are less fortunate”

“Would you wear the blue one today?” Catherine asked. “It is also quite striking.”

Lady Emily considered this for a while, and then reached for a purple one. She quite fancied the idea of dressing in the colour of royalty. Purple was a very expensive dress colour, and very few of the attendees on the hunt could afford to wear it.

“Oh my,” Catherine said, when Lady Emily pulled it out of her closet. “That is striking.”

“Thank you,” Lady Emily said. “What shall you wear?”

“I am not sure I will join the hunt,” Catherine admitted. 

Lady Emily raised an eyebrow at her.  “Why not?” she demanded.

“Well…” Catherine chose her words carefully. “When I told my parents the agenda for the first week of my stay, they advised me to not join the hunt.”

“Why would they say that?” Lady Emily asked. “And more importantly, why would that matter?”

“They fear that it is unladylike,” Catherine said. 

Lady Emily gave a very unladylike laugh at that. “Do you want to go?” she asked, and Catherine nodded meekly. “Then you should go.”

“I do not wish to disobey my parents,” Catherine replied. 

Lady Emily shook her head. “You would not be disobeying them in the slightest,” she said. “Because you will tell them that on the hunt, you acted ladylike and graceful. Besides, you never know who may join us.”

“Has you father invited others?” Catherine perked up at the idea of meeting her future husband.

“I think so,” Lady Emily said. “To be honest, I paid little attention to what he said when he was speaking about such things.”

“You are so bold, Emmie,” Catherine replied. “You are an inspiration.”

“I appreciate the kind words,” Lady Emily said. “An inspiration is not the word my father would use, if he knew I was not listening.”

“You always do so well with conversation,” Catherine said. “Even when you are not listening. You have something to say on every topic. I am certain this new suitor, whoever he is, will be interested in marrying you if you are interested in marrying him.”

“Perhaps,” Lady Emily replied, as she sorted through her jewellery box. “But it doesn’t matter, because I have made up my mind that I am not interested in marrying him already.”

“You have to at least try!” Catherine said.

“Why?” Lady Emily asked. “I will be polite about it, but…”

“Emmie,” Catherine’s eyes became wide. “In this day and age, we have seen so many women become spinsters I would trade anything to be in your position, for I have no title and you know our fortune is not…promised.”

“But I have a title,” Lady Emily replied. “And wealth. So I have to concern myself with other matters.”

Catherine sighed, and turned her attention to Lady Emily’s jewellery box. 

“Here,” Lady Emily said, and handed Catherine a handful of necklaces and brooches. Catherine’s eyes widened

“What is this for?” she asked. 

Lady Emily shrugged. “I have worn them before,” she said. “So I am either going to put them in the bin or I am going to give them away. The maid keeps track of what I have worn and does this frequently.”

“Oh my,” Catherine said, as she looked down at the items in her hand. “Thank you. These are beautiful. But I cannot accept such a gift.”

“Why not?” Lady Emily replied.

“Well, they are worth a great deal,” Catherine said, modestly. “And I am already a guest in your home. This is far too generous. It is I who should be giving you a gift.”

“If you do not want them,” Lady Emily said. “You can leave them there and the maid will put them in the bin.”

“Oh…” Catherine was very tempted by the jewellery. “Well, if that is their fate, then I will happily rescue them.”

“Wonderful,” Lady Emily replied, and then chose her own pieces of jewellery “I am going to call my maid to dress me. Do you want to choose your own outfit and I will send her to you afterwards?”

“Wonderful,” Catherine stood up. “Thank you again for your generosity”

“Of course,” Lady Emily replied, and then turned back to the mirror as Catherine left the room.

She rang the bell, which was connected to the servants’ quarters, and waited for her maid to scurry up the stairs. The maid had learned to come as quickly as she could, because Lady Emily would get quite upset if she was kept waiting.

“Apologies,” the maid, Hannah, said, as soon as she got into the room. “When you rang, I was carrying a large load of clean laundry and I had nowhere to put it.”

“I see,” Lady Emily said. She hadn’t been waiting that long, but she had grown a little bored, which she despised. “I’ve chosen the purple dress for the hunt.”

“For the hunt?” Hannah replied in surprise “That is quite…”

“It is what?” Lady Emily responded. Hannah shook her head and tried to smile.

“Lovely,” she decided. “You shall be the focal point of the forest.”

“That is what I wish,” Lady Emily said, as Hannah began to dress her. “I have given Catherine the jewels I wore last week, and she will likely wear them today. I will need you to dress her when you are finished here.”

“Of course,” Hannah replied. She dressed Lady Emily in silence for a few minutes before attempting to make conservation. “You must be thrilled that Catherine has arrived.”

“I am quite happy,” Lady Emily replied. It wasn’t that she disliked Hannah. Hannah was an almost perfect servant, who attended her mistress rather quickly and always seemed to be able to find what Lady Emily needed. Hannah’s only flaw seemed to be the fact that she often tried to make conversation. Lady Emily did not believe in revealing her inner most thoughts to her servant.

On occasion, they chatted, but anything below pleasantries was not what Lady Emily was interested in.

“Would you like your hair up?” Hannah asked, reaching for the silver brush.

“I think that would be best,” Lady Emily replied. “There are quite a few branches that have fallen, and I shouldn’t like my hair to get tangled while we ride.”

“Yes, the storm the other day seemed a bit damaging,” Hannah replied. “But on the bright side, we have a lot of firewood now.’

Lady Emily couldn’t help but smile at that. Hannah’s other redeeming feature was that she always found a way to look on the bright side.

Once Lady Emily was finished getting dressed and her hair was perfectly coiffed, she sent Hannah next door to Catherine’s room. Catherine was always quicker to be ready and Lady Emily would not be surprised if she was downstairs and waiting within a few minutes. Lady Emily wanted to be ahead of her friend, and so she went down the stairs soon as Hannah had left, in search of her father.

If anyone asked her to describe her father, Lady Emily would call him a busybody. Ever since her mother passed away, he tried to keep himself busy by involving himself in every aspect of life he could. He would follow the servants around, making suggestions on their jobs, and he would stand in the kitchen to ask the cooks questions. He would send multiple letters a day to the same person, with conflicting ideas of what they were currently discussing, and he would then discuss those ideas with Lady Emily, or whoever happened to be around him at the time.

Lady Emily loved her father, and most found him quirky, but charming. She was certain that it was he who had given her the mindset of being independent and free, even when he was half shocked by her own ideas.

Today, Sir Preston was in the study, frantically writing on a sheet of parchment She knew if she asked him what he was writing, she would be treated to a half hour debate. So instead, she started the conversation by removing the pleasantries, and discussing exactly what she wanted to discuss.

“Father,” she said. “Catherine has arrived and so I plan to spend most of my time with her. As you know, her stay is exactly the same as Lord Reginald’s.”

It took a moment or two for her father to look up from his letter. When he did, she could see her words sink into his mind.

“Well…” he said. “Until…”

“Not until,” she said. “I am informing you of my plans for the next few weeks.”

He sighed

“Emmie,” he said. “Why do you always make me the villain in your narrative? I do not wish to be viewed as such.”

“That is quite over dramatic, Father,” she said, as she sat on the sofa. “But I am confident that he will not be the man I wish to marry.”

“And another title and wealth mean nothing to you?” he asked. “A secure future? Many women have accepted marriages for less, Emmie.”

“Perhaps they have,” she said. “But I am not many women. I will always have wealth, from your life and from my first marriage. As for the title…”

“Emmie,” he turned to fully face her. “You know that I understand your objections. But life can change quickly, especially for a woman, if she is unmarried. You need a man to do so many things in this world.”

“But I should not have to!” she cried. “I am fully capable of thinking and making choices for myself.”

“I know you are,” he said. “But it is not the way of the world, and you cannot change that. I am old, Emmie and…”

“You are old, I agree,” she said, without a hint of tact. “But you are also very spry, and I do not see the end of your life coming quickly.”

He was quiet for a few moments before he spoke again.

“We did not see your mother’s life ending quickly either,” he said. “But it did happen.”

Lady Emily looked away at that. She did not like to discuss her mother, because it brought a pain and vulnerability that she often wished to ignore.

“Perhaps,” she said. “But it is unlikely we will have such bad luck twice. So, if I need anything at all, because society forbids it, I will have you to advocate for me.”

“It is more difficult to do that when you are thousands of miles away,” he pointed out.

She sighed.

“Yes,” she said. “But it is manageable, if I do decide to travel. And besides, Father, you act as if I never want to marry again. That is not the case.”

“I know that you wish to marry again,” he said. “But from what you have told me, it is not in the near future.”

“That is not true either,” she said. “If the right man comes along, I would have no issue with marrying at dawn on Sunday. But this Lord Reginald is not the right man.”

“Will you at least speak to him?” Sir Preston asked. “As he will be a guest in our home.”

“Of course I will speak to him,” Lady Emily replied. “However, I will not speak to him as if we are assuming he is my future husband.”

“And what if you do find yourself fond of him?” Sir Preston replied. “Will you refuse him on the basis that I chose him?”

“No,” Lady Emily said. “If he changes the opinion that I have already formed of him, then that would be wonderful. You and I would therefore both be happy with the choice. However, I do not think he would change my opinion.”

“And why is that?” Sir Preston asked. “What have you heard about him that has put you off?”

“For one,” Lady Emily said. “I hear that he is married to politics and it is all he wants to discuss.”

“Well,” Sir Preston said. “Those who have negative opinions of something tend to be the most vocal.”

“I also hear,” Lady Emily said, “that he does love London and he never leaves. And while the city is exciting, it is not as thrilling as travelling. I do not wish to have a house in town and never leave.”

“He does have a house in the country,” Sir Preston countered, and Lady Emily resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“In this country,” she said. “My interest is beyond Britain.”

“Ah, my dear,” Sir Preston gazed at her. “At the very least, your mother would be proud of you.”

Lady Emily raised her eyebrow.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because your mother’s dying wish was that you were loved and happy,” he said. “And despite the choices in front of you, you are both.”

“That is true,” Lady Emily said. She did not wish to discuss her mother in depth, but she did find the courage to ask a question that she had never asked before. “And do you think she would approve of what I am doing in this moment?”

“Your mother always surprised me with how worldly she was,” Sir Preston replied. “So perhaps.”

Lady Emily let a smile come over her face.

“Wonderful,” she said and rose. “So we are in agreement then?”

“What are we in agreement about?” Sir Preston asked her, confused.

“Thank you, Father,” Lady Emily kissed him on the cheek and then headed for the hallway, where she saw Catherine coming down the stairs. Sir Preston raised his eyebrows and went back to his writing. Lady Emily smiled at Catherine she approached.

“Thank you again for the jewellery,” Catherine said. She was wearing one of the brooches that Lady Emily has given her. “This is beautiful, and it goes with my outfit.”

“I am glad to see it on you instead of in the rubbish,” Lady Emily said. “We do have some time before the guests arrive. Would you like to take a turn in the garden?”

“I would enjoy that,” Catherine said, and took her friend’s arm. “I hope it is not as muddy as the roads are.”

“I do not believe so,” Lady Emily said. “The gardeners would never let it get to such a state.”

The garden did have a little bit of mud in it, but the women were happy to stick to the path, which was well cleared of any offensive mud. The gardeners had filled in any puddles with dirt, and then smoothed it over. Lady Emily could see them working on various puddles up ahead, and so she walked slowly down the path, in order to allow them time to make it suitable for her walk.

“I heard you discussing a few things with your father,” Catherine said. “I wish my parents listened to me in such a way.”

Lady Emily raised her eyebrow.

“You think my father was listening to me?” she said. “He was not listening in the slightest.”

“He sounded like he was responding,” Catherine said, but Lady Emily shook her head.

“No,” she replied. “We’ve had the same conversation several times before. He asks the same questions, and I give him the same answers, in the hopes that this time, he will remember. I am used to that.”

“Oh my,” Catherine said. “Do you think it is because of his age?”

Lady Emily shook her head with a laugh.

“No,” she said. “It’s simply to do with the fact that his mind is in a thousand places at once. He prefers to work on many different things, even when there is one task that needs to be complete.”

“I suppose such things are needed, when running an estate,” Catherine said. 

Lady Emily shook her head. “Well, if I were running the estate, things would be done quickly and efficiently, in a focused, organized way.”

Catherine reacted in surprise

“You mean…you would tell your estate manager…?”

“I said, if I was running it,” Lady Emily replied. “I doubt I would have an estate manager. I often find that instructing someone takes more time than simply doing it yourself. In addition, then you can be assured it is done correctly.”

“That is true…” Catherine said, carefully. “But you cannot run an estate.”

“Why?” Lady Emily challenged her.

“Well, because you are a woman,” Catherine said. 

Lady Emily sighed as they walked through the rose garden. “That is what the world says, at the moment,” she responded. “It does not mean that I am not capable of doing so. And it does not mean that the world will not change.”

“Well, if anyone can do so, it is you,” Catherine said, fondly. 

Lady Emily smiled. “I do admire your confidence in me,” she said “I doubt that many others would say such a thing.”

“I especially like when you say such things at gatherings,” Catherine giggled. “The look on everyone’s face often keeps me up at night with amusement.”

“Oh my,” Lady Emily teased her. “I had no idea I was causing you to lose sleep, my friend. This simply will not do. I must conform and not say such scandalous things in the future.”

“It is all right,” Catherine replied. “It is not as if I have much to do except sleep. You are right, Emily. Without a husband or an estate, we as women do not have much to do with our days. I suppose we are to be grateful for such things.”

“I am not grateful,” Lady Emily replied. “But it is the way, at the moment. Besides, would you not be perfectly happy with a husband and children to occupy your time?”

“Were you not happy, with Lord Hambleton?” she asked. 

Lady Emily sighed. “For the time he was around, yes, I was happy,” she said. “And I had a future planned for us, with a long list of achievements and activities. I suppose, had he not gone to the colonies, that life would be very different now. Perhaps I would be travelling with him, or perhaps I would be experiencing motherhood.”

“Motherhood,” Catherine sighed. “That is a future I can barely wait to achieve. It seems such a joy.”

“It does,” Lady Emily agreed. “But there is no point dwelling on things we cannot achieve in this moment. We should dwell on things that we can change; this moment; this day.”

“What can we change on this day?” Catherine said. “Did you find out from your father who else is attending the hunt?”

“I did not,” Lady Emily admitted. “But I am sure we can return inside to ask him.”

“I do not want to appear…self-centred,” Catherine said. “I am sure I can wait to see who arrives. Besides, for all I know, they are all married, and my hopes are up for nothing.”

“Perhaps Lord Reginald will bring a friend with him,” Lady Emily said. “Or perhaps he will find himself interested in you instead.”

“Oh my,” Catherine gasped at the possibility “Emmie, do not say such things. I could never do such a thing to you.”

“What would you be doing to me, exactly?” Lady Emily asked. “If anything, you would be doing me a favour. If you were to take him off my hands, I would be freer to find my own prospect.”

“What would everyone say?” Catherine asked and Lady Emily shrugged.

“It does not trouble me, what they would say,” she said. “You should also learn to concern yourself less with such a fact.”

Catherine smiled at her.

“I wish I could be more like you, Emmie,” she said. “Even for just a day.”

“I wouldn’t wish that,” Lady Emily said. “For I am often in trouble, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“You often find a way to get yourself out of trouble as well,” Catherine replied. Lady Emily laughed, and the two women continued their walk around the garden. 

From their angle of the house, Lady Emily could see that the guests for the hunt were starting to arrive. She knew that she should go inside and greet them, but at the moment, she could not bring herself to do so.

“Would you like to keep walking?” she asked Catherine, when they finished the outer garden path. “It is such a beautiful day and you never know when we will have another day, with the weather like this, this time of year.”

“Should we not go inside?” Catherine asked. “Is it time?”

“Not yet,” Lady Emily said. “Have you seen the new orchard that was planted this spring? The trees are already starting to grow.”

She steered her friend away from the house and made sure that there was no way she could be signalled to from the large glass windows. She would head inside when she was ready, and not until then. She knew that her father might be slightly angry at her, but she also knew he could not be too angry if she truly did not see anyone waving from the house. One of the servants would have to come out to retrieve them, and if they were already down at the orchard, that would take some time.


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Lady Emily Hambleton was determined to never love again. Her first husband had died in the Revolutionary war and she has been living a lonely life as a spinster ever since. Even though her father urged her to marry again, being a fiery and unconventional young Lady, she wanted it to be on her own terms. When she meets a seductive stranger, though, there’s something she can’t seem to command, her heart. Why does it have to beat so wildly every time Myles is closeby?

Myles Whitehall’ scheme to come to England, receive a large inheritance and take the money back to America, will not go as planned. When a shipwreck robs him of his memory, he will find himself off the coast of Cornwall instead. When he wakes up, the first thing he gets to see is the most beautiful and enigmatic woman he’s ever met, standing over him. When he gets to know the quick-witted, sharp-mouthed spinster, he will want more…and more. What will he do when the woman he can’t have becomes the woman he can’t live without?

Seduction, intrigue and desire lead to an explosive chemistry… When passion flares, these two intimate strangers will not be able to stay away from each other, as they have originally planned. Ultimately, they will realise that there is no fighting fate. Is their love and passion powerful enough? Will they eventually find a way to combine their different worlds?

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7 thoughts on “A Lady’s Taste for Temptation (Preview)”

  1. I have enjoyed the preview of “A Lady’s Taste for Temptation”. Lady Emily sounds like a forward thinking women who wants a say in her life and that was not generally possible at this time in history. I anxiously await reading the book once it is published to see her destiny.

  2. I did not find the Emily all that engaging – her self absorption was bit much especially since she did not notice her friend’s concerns at all. I liked the author’s previous books so I would give this one a try but I hope Emily changes.

  3. Loved it! Really interesting story and I cannot wait to see how the characters and their story develop! Another winner from Ms. Honeyfield. Do let me know when it will be released so I can get my copy and finish the story.

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