Surrender to Sin
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To save her, he must ruin her.
Lord Sebastian St. John, dedicated bachelor and a co-owner of Fallen, the most scandalous pleasure club in London, is known as Sin for good reason. Orphaned by a shocking accident, Sin long ago vowed a life of solitude and decadence. Yet when Lady Grace Carrington begs for his help destroying her reputation, Sin can't turn the ton's most proper lady away.
Obedient daughter, wife, and young widow, Grace has had enough of being controlled. After her father arranges a second loveless marriage to an eminently respectable ancient, Grace plans a fortnight of defiance and self-ruination to stop the wedding. But as Grace enters the heady, risky world of an affair with Sin, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to him—and she soon realizes two weeks won't be nearly enough.
Warning: Contains a lady desperate for ruination, a gentleman with just enough scoundrel in him to complete the task (with a little help from his friends!), and enough scorching sex to keep you fanning yourself until way after your bedtime.
Each book in the Fallen series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Series Order:
Book #1 Surrender to Sin
Book #2 The Devil’s Submission
Book #3 The Seduction of Viscount Vice
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47 ratings3 reviews
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A fun frolic
A delightful introduction to the world of Fallen. If you are looking for fun lighthearted romance with intriguing characters and lots of sex, this is the story for you.
It loses a star for some small plot problems, but if you have good suspension of disbelief you won't notice them on your first read through.1 person found this helpful
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5If you think Regency romances involves chaste virgins and gentlemen think again.
This is a wild raunchy ride.
A good fun short read.2 people found this helpful
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5It didn't have any plot, no story, also l wanted romance, not disgusting sex scenes , nor the heroine to be a whore and bisexual (???) seriously? I wanted her straight, virgin and monogamous, and the hero not fallen at all. Disappointment.
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Surrender to Sin - Nicola Davidson
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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First Edition December 2016
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Chapter One
Gloucester, England, May 1814
Ah, there you are, Grace. Lord Baxter and I have been waiting.
Lady Grace Carrington somehow kept her smile in place as she curtsied. Anyone would think she had been lazing on a chaise eating sweets, not distributing food baskets to the poor within her father’s parish. This was typical from Bishop Lord Harold Lloyd-Gates, though. Even twenty-three years after her birth, he’d never forgiven her for being a daughter rather than the longed-for son.
I apologize, Father,
she replied politely, starting to perspire. Though it was spring, he always kept his library at furnace temperature. And to you, Lord Baxter. I wasn’t aware you were paying a call today, my goodness, I haven’t seen you since Carrington’s funeral. How are you keeping?
Lord Baxter smiled but there was no kindness or joy in it. Was the man even capable of such emotions? Forty years her senior, the same age as her father and her late husband the Earl Carrington, yet so much colder. Infinitely stuffier. And the way his deadened, pale blue eyes stared on the few occasions they’d spoken made her skin crawl. Well enough, Lady Carrington. I merely came here to inspect you and sign the contracts. Pleasingly, all is ready for June first.
All the air whooshed from her lungs. Inspect? Contracts? Excuse me?
One always makes a last inspection before purchase, even knowing the beauty and bloodlines. Despite your failure to give Carrington an heir, your family physician assures me there is no impediment. I must say, though, gowns revealing bare arms and collarbone like the one you wear are neither appropriate nor good for your health, and will be burned and replaced in London. Lady Baxter will not dress like a strumpet.
Horror enveloped Grace, dark and suffocating, and her fists clenched in the folds of her lavender day dress. No. Surely her father couldn’t be so cruel again. She’d paid her blasted filial dues: five interminable, loveless and passionless years as Countess Carrington, until the earl blessedly made her a widow. His delighted nephew hadn’t even needed to chase her out the estate door once the inheritance legalities were settled. And on returning home, her father and stepmother had sworn she could either embrace widowhood or remarry as she pleased.
Oh, the wicked daydreams she’d had of finding a gentleman like the one who’d fueled a thousand secret fantasies. She’d only seen him once, six years ago in Hyde Park, but the memory had been seared forever in her mind. Young. All-conquering. Broad shoulders, muscled thighs, dark-haired and gloriously handsome, with a wicked grin that spoke of unimaginable pleasures.
She’d wager a man like that wouldn’t follow a twice-weekly routine: A quarter hour, fully clothed in a darkened, silent bedchamber, hurting his lover’s unready body because female pleasure was irrelevant and in fact, immoral. No, he would kiss and touch and stroke. Prepare his woman so thoroughly she’d beg him to take her, and he would, whenever and wherever she wanted. Rough or gentle, fast or slow, not content until she came apart in his arms several times.
Indeed, as her forced year of mourning came to a close, the chance of sexual freedom had beckoned seductively as a siren. And now it was being torn away from her.
No, Father!
Grace burst out, too shocked, too furious to temper her voice to the quiet, decorous level he required in conversation. You promised. You said I could remain a widow or choose my own husband!
What an unseemly display from your daughter, my lord bishop,
said Lord Baxter, his lips thinning further in distaste. Surely she understands the enormous honor of my name, address, wealth, and position.
Yes, my lord!
her father said, gripping her arm and dragging her toward the door. Of course she does. Grace is merely overwhelmed with delight. Perhaps you might excuse us for a moment?
Lord Baxter nodded approvingly. By all means. In situations such as these, correction is most appropriate. I commend your values.
Alone in the narrow hallway, Grace wrenched from her father’s hand. No. Not ever. He’s far worse than Carrington. Besides, I’m well past my majority, and have a widow’s jointure. You cannot force this.
On the contrary,
he hissed, anger reddening his face. The new earl sent word yesterday. He visited the property set aside for your income, and it’s in a terrible state of neglect. Crumbling manor, unploughed and badly watered fields…it will take years to put right. No one was expecting the old earl to pass when he did.
But I still have money, don’t I? What about the inheritance from Mama?
You cannot touch that until you are twenty-five. And I cannot keep you until then, you know very well I have next to nothing of my own. Everything belongs to Waverly, and your uncle near-strangles me with his purse strings.
Despair and fury threatened to choke her at the bald-faced lie. No clergyman in the world lived as well as her father did. His older brother, the Duke of Waverly, had always been fair and obliging.
Perhaps if I spoke with His Grace—
I already have,
her father cut in smoothly. Waverly agrees with me. Baxter is an excellent choice. You often lament your lack of children; his lordship is still healthy and would no doubt give you several.
Her stomach roiled. Yes, she’d always wanted babies to lavish affection on. Yet to become pregnant, to have another soft-bellied, sour-breathed ancient regularly lift her nightgown and dispassionately force himself inside her until he climaxed, could not be tolerated. But…
There is no ‘but,’ Grace. You will marry Lord Baxter on June first, which will allow your mourning period to come to an end, and a new, more fitting wardrobe to be created. My word, I cannot believe what a disobedient, disloyal daughter you’ve become. If your mother could see you now, she’d be so sad. So ashamed.
Reeling at the words, Grace staggered backward. Mama loved me.
Foolishly,
he conceded with a shrug. But that is the past. The future is us dining with Baxter at six o’clock sharp to celebrate.
Unable to be around him a moment longer, Grace fled the manse for the orchard, her favorite spot for privacy. Underneath a tree groaning with the weight of shiny red apples, she picked up several and hurled them at the massive trunk, unable to hit the blasted thing because her vision was too blurred by hot tears.
She’d been so close. Mere weeks away from re-entering society as a widow and enjoying the associated freedoms like embarking on a discreet but lusty affair. Her dream man would be long-married, but London was the largest of cities. She could have discovered the joys of a young, handsome, and caring lover, a man chosen by her and her alone. Now, yet again, her father had sold her to an ancient who wanted a mute, pretty doll to trot out at balls, soirees, and political dinners, while isolating her in the country for the rest of the year.
Lady C! What happened? Why are you crying?
Grace looked over to see the plump form of Nell, her beloved maid-companion, hurrying toward her. Carrington had permitted her employment because she was the spinster sister of a well-bred baronet, and luckily Nell always remembered to mind her naughty tongue around him.
The worst possible news, Nell.
The silver-haired woman shot her an alarmed look as she collapsed in a heap of starched, gray-striped cambric. "No. He wouldn’t dare."
I’m to marry Lord Baxter on June first.
Argh,
spat Nell. A raging pox on both their hides. What are you going to do?
Do? I have very little money. No home of my own. I don’t have a choice in this.
Unless old Baxter cried off for some reason.
I very much doubt he would.
He might. If you forced his hand.
Grace stilled, a tiny sliver of hope straightening her shoulders. His lordship is far stuffier than Carrington ever was. What if…what if I were involved in some sort of scandal?
Oooh, yes. Wouldn’t take much for his uppity head to explode.
Baxter is a prude, and believes he is a catch beyond all,
said Grace slowly, mentally sifting and discarding ideas. I think…I think my scandal must be with a man. No, not just a man, an utterly wicked, utterly charming rake with a head for intrigue.
"You need