Synopsis: After eight years, Lucy Endcott has finally returned to London to visit her dying father, a cold disciplinarian who never approved of his eldest daughter. Lucy is a respected widow, residing in the countryside away from the wicked excess the city has to offer and her unscrupulous ex-lover, the Marchioness Irena de Macey.
When Lucy finds out her youngest brother has gambled away his inheritance at the Pythos Club, she enters the den of iniquity in order to save him. Inside the club she meets the owner’s alluring daughter, Tisha McGrath, who is more than willing to help her brother…for a price.
Tisha longs to introduce Lucy to those secret passions she’s kept hidden away for so long. But dark secrets and transgressions from the past connect their families in shocking ways. Both women will work together to resolve this scandal before it unravels further but Irena is waiting for the right moment to strike, and Lucy may have no other choice but to give into Irena’s demands in order to save the ones she loves from utter ruin.
Excerpt… (From Chapter 5: The first time Lucy and Tisha meet an the Pythos Club)
“I-I don’t have any secrets,” Lucy whispered.
“We all have secrets. Some more than others.” Tisha curved her arm around Lucy’s shoulder. “There, there now, I don’t mean to make you upset. I went too far. It’s obvious Irena means something to you, and from my point of view, she must have hurt you horribly. She’s the type of person who would stomp on another to get what she wants.”
“Why are you telling me this and asking me all these questions? Is this your idea of a cruel joke?” Lucy’s voice broke and she lifted the mask to wipe away the sweat from under her eyes.
“I’m a cruel wench. Here, take this.” Tisha produced another handkerchief.
No longer caring if Tisha knew what she looked like, she took off the mask and patted her face.
“Better now?” Tisha asked, running her palm down Lucy’s back.
Lucy nodded and her shoulders slumped. She was exhausted. All she wanted was to go to bed. First she had to find Chase and Colby. But for some reason she didn’t feel the urge to run from the room like before. Perhaps it was because Tisha was humming in her ear. Instead of it being irritating, it soothed her.
“I’m so tired. It’s been such a long day.”
“There’s no need for you to leave yet. Here, rest your cheek on my shoulder.” Tisha ran her fingers over the side of Lucy’s face. Lucy nestled comfortably against Tisha, who only a moment ago frightened her with her insightfulness. It had been so long since Lucy had confided her darkest fears and secrets to someone. And that someone, whom she once gave her heart to, waited outside, possibly searching for her. Never again would she trust anyone like she had with Irena. But a small part of her wanted to reveal what lay hidden in her heart.
“I don’t know what’s come over me. It must be the stress of dealing with my father’s illness and being back home, surrounded by so many memories.” Lucy twisted the handkerchief and shut her eyes. I could fall asleep right now and—
Tisha laid her palm against the side of Lucy’s neck. Lucy opened her eyes and lifted her head. Tisha smiled tenderly and placed a soft kiss on Lucy’s mouth. Lucy gasped and moved back, but Tisha curved her arm around Lucy’s waist, restraining her.
“I can help you forget your burdens for a while if you’ll let me. No one will ever have to know,” Tisha whispered and kissed the tip of Lucy’s nose.
Lucy didn’t struggle or stop Tisha when she lowered her down onto the chaise. Lucy dropped her arms to her sides and stared up at the woman who ran her fingers across Lucy’s cheek and then her lips. She became lost in the spell of Tisha’s touch and the likelihood of what was to come.
“You don’t have to do anything at all. Let me take care of you,” Tisha said, and her lips met the middle of Lucy’s chin. Her tongue came out and flicked over the skin. Lucy moaned from the sensation.
“How does that feel?” Tisha asked, moving up to Lucy’s mouth.
“Strange.” Lucy’s answer sounded like a croak to her ears, and before she could clear her throat, Tisha’s mouth came down over hers.
Lucy stiffened but then relaxed as Tisha rubbed her lips back and forth. She shut her eyes and clutched Tisha’s shoulder, opening her mouth to let Tisha’s tongue inside. Tisha slid her tongue in, circling up and down, finding Lucy’s tongue and engaging in an intimate dance that caused Lucy to become damp.
Lucy dug her fingers into Tisha’s shoulder, the sensation of another tongue on her own almost too much to take. She arched up, pressing her chest against Tisha’s, her nipples spearing her bodice, longing to be free and fondled. She hadn’t been touched and pleasured by another person in such a long time. She wanted Tisha to be the one to break her dry spell and give her peace in a form of a climax.
Tisha’s kisses grew harder and more demanding. Lucy cupped Tisha’s face, and raked her fingers through her hair. Tisha broke off the kiss and panted, staring down at Lucy with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Yes.” Lucy nodded and drew Tisha’s face toward her again for more wonderful kissing.