Pleasured by a Lord (Regency Rakes and Rogues Book One)

By Vanessa Devereaux

Portia Ward has desired Lord Ian Hornsbee since she was thirteen and saw him making love to three women in one night.
Her goal in life was simple. His lordship would be the man who would marry her and take her innocence.
When he leaves to fight in the Napoleonic Wars, Portia fears she may never see him again.
With her father’s failing health, and Lord Rothbury now a suitor, she has little choice but to marry a man she does not love.
However, fate, and her husband’s growing addiction, intervene and she finally comes face to face with the man of her dreams.
Is he all that she ever wanted or does he simply want her in his bed as part of pawn in his game?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Palmquist
• Release date: Nov 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310678127

Vanessa Devereaux

Vanessa Devereaux is the bestselling author of erotic romances and erotica including Cater to Me, The Rake, Who's the Boss, and The Pleasure Room. She's also pens three ongoing series, Perfect Pairing, Big Sky County and Kalispell Shifters.

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Pleasured by a Lord

Regency Rakes and Rogues Book 1

Vanessa Devereaux

Published by Coldstream Publishing at Smashwords

Copyright 2015 Vanessa Devereaux

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

Everything I knew about men, and the act of sexual intercourse, I’d learned from the debonair, but oh so devilish Lord Ian Hornsbee. My first lesson had been at the age of thirteen when I’d sneaked into a room on the third floor of my parents’ country estate. They’d retreated to our second home during an especially hot summer. London was sweltering. The capital, some said, was melting. My mother had insisted we pack immediately and head to Dorset. There we’d be close to the ocean which meant the sea breezes would cool us.

My parents liked to entertain wherever they were. Three weeks after our arrival in Dorset, my mother decided to throw a ball. Friends and neighbors were invited. One neighbor being Lord Hornsbee.

Shortly after we’d arrived in Dorset, I’d gone out into the gardens to do some exploring. My older sister, Jennifer, had sat under an umbrella with my mother. My mother had worked on her embroidery while my sister painted. I had wandered into the neighboring garden and spotted a tall, dark-haired man riding a white horse. At the time, and only being a teenager, the horse had seemed the more beautiful of the two creatures.

Two nights later, he had entered our home as one of the guests at the ball. He was taller than both my brother and father. Father wore fake calves. Even at my young age, I knew there was nothing false about Lord Hornsbee’s body. He also had an air of confidence about him I had never seen before.

Soon every lady present at the ball gathered around him, fluttering their eyelids and fanning their faces as he told tales of his adventures abroad. He held them captivated, and I quickly learned he did more than offer them an interesting tale and the promise of entertaining company.

I grew tired and bored as the night progressed. I had danced with my father, standing on his toes as he waltzed me around the floor. Afterward, my mother had suggested I retire to my room. One of the servants escorted me there. I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over my shoulders. I closed my eyes, but sleep was not forthcoming.

The sounds of both music and laughter kept me from slumber. Once again I grew bored. I decided to go to the top of the stairs and watch