From the Baroness’s Diary I

By Cristiane Serruya

At the tender age of 18, Lady Chloé de La Fleur was married off to 40 year-old Baron Beardley, a wealthy English peer, and taken away from the whirlwind of Paris and London societies to live in a forsaken manor way out of Warwickshire.

Young, beautiful, and voluptuous, the Baroness finds that in Beardley Manor innocent flirtations can become erotic sex escapades.

And soon Lady Chloe’s diary pages are filled with her adventures—and misadventures!

If you are a fan of the romantic Misadventures Series and Calendar Girl, you will love this scandalous, refreshing, and, of course, incredibly sexy romance. The Erotic Escapades of Baron Beardley's Wife is the first installment of The Diaries Series, a quick-blush, perfect bedside read collection by USA Today bestselling author Cristiane Serruya!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Between the Pages
• Release date: May 30, 2018

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No part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, without the express written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogues, and incidents involving them are drawn from the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

This book contains an excerpt of From the Baroness’s Diary: The Adventures—and Misadventures—of Lady Chloé, The Diaries Series #2, by Cristiane Serruya. It has been set for this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming edition. © 2017 Cristiane Serruya;

ISBN-13: 978-1536817386

ISBN-10: 1536817384

© 2016 Cristiane Serruya

Cover by Renata Fontanive © 2016 Cristiane Serruya

Contents

Praise for Cristiane Serruya

Acknowledgments

Epigraph

Before you read any further…

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Epilogue

Afterword

A Note from the Author

From the Baroness’s Diary II

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1. Excerpt

From the Baroness’s Diary III

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Also by Cristiane Serruya

About Cristiane Serruya

Praise for Cristiane Serruya

Nora Roberts meets 50 Shades of Grey ~ Paula Penteado

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Cristiane Serruya is a master of characterization. The depth of her characters is incredible. The intensity of the relationships will have the reader eagerly turning the pages. ~ Readers’ Favorite

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Cristiane Serruya is exceptionally good at what she does. ~ Dks

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It is one of those series that keeps you glued until the end and then once it gets over, you wonder where your life is finally headed to ! Book lovers would know that feeling well I suppose! :) ~ Criti...que...don't criti...cize

"I liked the way Cristiane develops her story line. It gradually enfolds, gently enthralling the reader and touching heartstrings, captivating we romantics. Read and you will find another Nora Roberts in her heydays." ~ Jonhaboutime

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…you can expect the unexpected. ~ Musings from an Addicted Reader

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Just when you think you know what is going to happen next, a twist so crazy that you could have never imagined it is thrown your way. ~ For the Luv of Sanity

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It was like reading Jane Austen or William Shakespeare but in modern English. ~ M. Richardson

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Cristiane Serruya created a book with all the elements I love: Two crazy possessive alpha males, a strong female character, drama, intensity, and most importantly ( huge grin ), the most erotic and sexual moments, without going overboard. ~ SBook Lover’s Reviews

To Edward, a hard yet gentle task-master, my dear editor.

Thank you for pointing me in the right direction

and holding my hand as I walked into a different world.

You might not have known it,

but this story is all your fault.

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To all women who embarked on a fairy tale,

only to discover there was nothing magical in it.

Acknowledgments

Writing can be a lonely business so I am grateful for the most loyal and dedicated partners I have found in this new path I am wandering and here I thank them.

Edward M Wolfe, my amazing editor, who is always available; who chats, laughs, and cheers me; who explains all my doubts and answers asap all my emails, no matter if he has already eaten or not; during day, night, and weekends. You have a special place in my heart.

Jillian Mitchell, for reading Lady Chloé’s first diary entry, and providing generous feedback.

Michelle Rios-Velasco, for the amazing beta reading.

My biggest thanks go to the hearts of my heart: my broad, six-foot-six, stubborn, loving husband, Raphael, and my dear daughters, my princesses, Raphaela and Giovanna, who do hate when I say I have a new idea for a book but are beyond patient with me when I am immersed and lost in my characters’ lives. I promise to pamper you all in double…until a new idea hits me.

If you only read the books that everyone is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

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~ Haruki Murakami

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Love,

Prologue

A Note from the Author

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The imaginary diary pages which you are about to read—and those of a few other volumes which are due to be published soon—fell into the hands of one of my best book-friends, X, who was an employee at Beardley Manor.

This candid record of a young woman’s love-life, Lady Chloé’s memoirs illuminate far beyond the usual run of erotic literature. These diary pages reveal how a young woman, even secluded in a lost manor in the middle of nowhere by a much older and autocratic husband, discovered pleasures she never would have thought could be wrought from her body and soul. It is a woman’s search for answers to the world’s most questioned topic, the riddle that plagues the universe: the pleasures of sex.

Last year, while visiting an imaginary world-renown art gallery in London I met with X and she told me she had done the paintings for The Baroness’s Series using Lady Chloé’s tales, and gifted me the salvaged diaries with the condition that I translate and publish them.

With great attention, I perused page after page—I must confess I couldn’t put them down until I read the last one! I knew I had an extraordinary tale of lust and love in my hands.

Lady Chloé de la Fleur Beardley, no doubt, never dreamed that her hypothetic memories would someday be put before others’ eyes, but X and this author are completely sure she would be very happy to have you reading about her adventures—and misadventures.

So know, readers, that all this author had to do was to select the imaginary diary’s entries, translate them into English, and, voilá, with a bit of adaptation, bring the mithological Lady Chloé’s confessions to your hands. I do that with no guilty conscience as Baron Beardley passed away a month ago with no direct heirs, but a pompous nephew who is serving time in jail now because of…well, that is a whole other story.

Welcome to Lady Chloé’s world!

Chapter 1

My Husband, the Eleventh Baron Beardley

Mon Cher Journal,

I’m excited! I’m aroused! I—oh!—I am so happy.

Let me start at the beginning.

I am the sole daughter of an impoverished French Marquis and my name is Chloé de la Fleur—or rather, it was. Yesterday morning, it was changed to Chloé de la Fleur Beardley, because now I am a married woman.

My husband’s name is Joseph Georges Charles Fitzroy Von Tussen Beardley and he is the 11th Baron Beardley. He is 40 years old and a wealthy English peer.

When he was introduced to me at my London debut party, I found him to be charming. He is blond, with gentle blue eyes, lean, and not much taller than I am. He is more fit and more handsome than most gentlemen of his age.

We talked for a while under my mother’s vigilant eyes and when the baron left the party, he said we would meet again.

And we did, on five more occasions.

At one of those parties, after we danced, he invited me for a walk through the Duke of Belfort’s beautiful back garden, and I told him I had to ask for my mother’s permission, which was granted immediately. We walked to the unlit part of the garden, where pointing to a wooden bench, the baron asked me if I wanted to sit with him.

I smiled and agreed.

He told me about his late wife, who had died in labor, leaving him heirless; about his widow mother, the dowager baroness, who still lives with him—or rather, with us, since yesterday; about his properties in London and in Warwickshire, and his business interests. He is an intelligent and captivating man, and although it might sound boring, it wasn’t.

I asked a few polite questions and also answered politely when he inquired about my childhood, studies, friends, and my brief Parisian life.

When he bent his blond head and put his arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest, I let him kiss me.

When he pressed his tongue on my sealed lips, I opened for him.

Soft as petals, he whispered on my mouth before thrusting his tongue inside again and brushing it against mine.

And then his hand was fondling my breast, tugging at a nipple,