Tryst with a Viscount: A Steamy Historical Romance Short

By Alivia Fleur

I choose nothing in my life. I want to choose this. And if you will, I choose you.

Lillian has always been terribly good. She has always tried to live up to her family name and avoid scandal to help improve the marriage prospects for herself and her siblings. When she learns that a wealthy but uncaring man is planning to seek her hand, she is torn between her dreams of love and her duty to her family.

After years away adventuring, Huxley has been called home. Rugged, wild and handsome, he is facing a tawdry future married to a woman with no sense of adventure.

 

When the two meet by chance, the energy between them is undeniable. Lillian suggests one small indiscretion–a tryst–before the two of them are betrothed. Huxley is happy to oblige, and when Lillian confesses that this time will be her first time, Huxley promises to make it a night she will never forget.

 

Tryst with a Viscount is a steamy short story for fans of romantic historic fiction between consenting adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alivia Fleur
• Release date: Nov 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9780645632217

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Tryst with a Viscount

A Steamy 'First time' Victorian short story

Alivia Fleur

Spencer & Co Publishing

TRYST WITH A VISCOUNT is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

HIDE AND SEEK © 2022 by Alivia Fleur

Contents

1.Tryst with a Viscount

A Song and a Snowflake

About the Author

Tryst with a Viscount

Lillian Archer looked down at the perfectly manicured fingers and supple palm extended before her. She found her best smile and shook her head.

‘I am sorry, my Lord,’ she said, as regretfully as she could. ‘I am not disposed to dance this evening.’

Lillian had never refused Lord Ainsworth a dance before, and his smile faltered. He tilted his head in consideration, then leaned over, grabbed her hand and yanked her to her feet.

Lillian couldn’t help but squeal with laughter as Lord Dudley Ainsworth, her closest confident and dearest friend, whirled her into position as the first strains of the waltz sounded through the ballroom.

‘My dear Lillian, you are overreacting,’ he said in a low voice. ‘Tomorrow, no one will remember that Lady Madden recognised your dress from the gala.’

In a sea of gilded peacocks who sparkled with the latest fashions, Lillian was a pigeon. Her dress had been the height of fashion when new—not that Lillian had worn it then. Mother had purchased it second-hand from a discreet shop in the East End. Indigo velvet with a lace collar and a row of shell buttons from her neckline to her buttocks. It still passed as presentable, even if the hems were wearing.

‘It isn’t that.’ Although Lady Madden’s