The Imperfect Duke

By G.G. Lacoste

Duke Ambrose, the young flamboyant cousin of Sir Cedric happened to have a crush for his cousin’s wife, the Duchess, Camellia. He wanted to meet her in secret with the help of the Lady’s Chamber Maid, Francis. The good Lady sends a message through her Chamber Maid informing her inability comply with her request. 
Strangely enough the Chambermaid had a crush on the Duke and she brazenly surrenders her body and soul to the young Duke who enjoys an erotic sex session with her. 
It so happened that the Duchess was suffering from an unsatisfactory married life. Ever since her husband Sir Cedric was thrown off an unruly horse he had been paralyzed from his hips down and was a virtual vegetable and was unable to satisfy the Duchess sexually. 
Duke Ambrose happened to move in once again and gained the confidence of the Duchess and they finally end fulfilling their sexual desires. 

WARNING: This ebook contains mature content and language that is intended for adult audiences only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lily Publishing
• Release date: May 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386268178

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The Imperfect Duke

Regency Romance

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By: G.G. Lacoste

THE IMPERFECT DUKE

The Chamber Maid’s Fantasy.

It was dark, and the place was cold, but the young man had lit a small wood fire, which smoked sullenly but gave a little warmth and comfort. It had been raining all day, and from the branches near the mouth of the cave water still dripped, and a steady trickle overflowed the lip of the well, soaking the ground below.

Several times, restless, he had left the cave, and now he walked out below the cliff to the grove where his horse stood tethered.

With the coming of dusk the rain had stopped, but a mist had risen, creeping knee-high through the trees so that they stood like ghosts, and the grazing horse floated like a swan.

It was a gray, and more than ever ghostly, because it grazed so quietly. He had torn out a scarf and tied fragments of linen round the bit so that no jingle should betray him.

The bit was gilded, and the torn strips were of silk, for he was the son of the Arch Duke. If by chance he were caught, he would be banished. He was just twenty.

He heard the hoof beats coming softly up the valley. His head moved, and his breathing quickened. His sword flicked with light as he lifted it stealthily. The gray horse paused in its grazing and lifted its head clear of the mist. Its nostrils flickered, but no sound came. The young man smiled. The hoof beats came closer, and then shoulder-deep in mist, a brown pony trotted out of the dusk. Its rider, small and slight, was wrapped in a dark cloak, muffled from the chilly night air. The pony pulled to a halt, threw up its head, and gave a long, pealing whinny.

The rider, with an exclamation of dismay, slipped from its back and grabbed for the bridle to muffle the sound against her cloak. She was a girl, very young, who looked around anxiously until she saw the young man, sword in hand, at the edge of the trees.

Step up slowly, you sound like a troop of cavalry, he said.

Everything looks strange in the mist. I was here before I knew it.

No one saw you? You came safely?

Safely enough. It’s been impossible the last two days. There were men on the roads night and day.

I felt it. He smiled. Well, now you are here. Give me the bridle. He led the pony in under the trees, and tied it up. Removing the hood of her cloak he kissed her.

After a while he pushed her away. You are not Camellia...who are you? he said moving back a pace or two and drawing his sword.

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