Her Gift Series

Charlotte, a recent widow, sets out to find the perfect man with whom she can have a single night of pleasure. Little does she know, however, that the man knows more about what she needs than she does. Charlotte is surprised to find a maid named Mary in the duke's chambers, but Mary is more than she seems when she sets out to seduce Charlotte. This is not a full length novel. It's a short, erotic tale that includes a man as a side character, rather than a hero. The duchess, on the other hand.... Excerpt: When they came to what she assumed was the duke’s chambers, he stopped, opened the door and stepped to the side. “Mary will be along to assist you,” he said. “Assist me with what?” Charlotte asked as she stepped into the room. Instead of answering, he closed the door. She wanted to run after him. To bring him back. He obviously knew more than Charlotte did. Charlotte laid her forehead against the door with a heavy thump and muttered, “What do I do now?” “I believe he means for you to dress,” a silky voice called from the corner of the room. Charlotte spun quickly, relieved and not relieved all at the same time to find a young woman standing in the corner beside a steaming tub of water. The full bath rested before a crackling fire. “His Grace sent me for your pleasure,” she said with a smile. Charlotte stopped short. She didn’t look like a servant. She looked like a lady. One of odd circumstance, but still a lady. “You are Mary?” The lady laughed, a soft sound that moved across Charlotte’s skin like satin. “May I help you disrobe?” “May I ask what your position within the household is?” Charlotte squeaked. “I am not a member of the household staff,” she said, shaking her head. Her silky blonde curls danced across her shoulders. “I am here for your pleasure.” She had a voice like a siren and a smile that could sink ships. All gracing the most perfectly proportioned figure. “Yes, you mentioned pleasure,” Charlotte murmured. “Do you also attend to the duke’s pleasure?” She pretended to pluck at an errant string on her sleeve. The words sounded waspish even to her own ears. A tinkling little laugh was the lady’s response. “Do you really want to know the answer to that?” Did she? Probably not.

Charlotte, a recent widow, is surprised and pleased to find herself thrust into the Duke of Randallshire's world of sin and debauchery. She wanted one night with him, but he sets out to convince her that he's worth more than that. And so is she. Setting out on a path of seduction unlike any he has ever attempted, Trent takes Charlotte to on a journey that will awaken all of her senses and leave her begging for him, or so he hopes. Dearest readers, This is not a full length novel. It is a short, erotic tale that's packed full of innuendo and heat. I hope you enjoy it. Laurel Bennett Excerpt: Mary was the duchess. The woman she’d been led to believe was a maid was a duchess. A duchess had looked up at her from between her thighs that very afternoon, her pretty blue eyes blinking as she’d brought Charlotte to a passionate release. “Breathe, my darling,” Trent murmured in her ear. “You should have told me,” she hissed back at him. “She’s a duchess, for God’s sake.” “She’s a woman,” he said with a shrug. “And she wasn’t always a lady. She was an actress, once upon a time. Then she captivated my good friend Charles and the rest is history.” Trent bent so that his head was close to the side of her neck, and let his next words move over her like a caress. “I find myself horrendously jealous that she has tasted you and I have not.” He lightly kissed the side of her neck and Charlotte shuddered with the pleasure of it. “She has rubbed your nipples on her tongue. And she has kissed her way down your body.” “Stop it,” Charlotte warned. Her thighs were growing wet the reaction from his words. “It’s scandalous.” “As are we, my darling,” he said with a chuckle.

Charlotte, a recent widow, is completely captivated by the dashing Duke of Randallshire. However, despite his reputation, he has yet to consummate their relationship. He does, however, want to take things a little farther... This is not a full length novel. It's a short, erotic tale that doesn't even have a full sex act. However, everyone leaves satisfied. Excerpt: “You drive me mad, darling,” he growled. “I want you more than I want my next breath.” He sighed heavily as she closed her fist around his cock. “You’ll appreciate the fact that I took myself in hand when I last long enough to satisfy you.” He kissed her forehead. “I promise.” Charlotte turned her back to him and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him, his cock pressed hard against her backside as she went back to watching the couple in the clearing from behind the foliage that shielded them from view. “You’re certain they don’t mind being watched?” “Positive.” Then he called out loudly. “Slow things down a little, Sam, will you?” He grinned at what must have been Charlotte’s look of bewilderment as he then called out, “Good morning, Gretchen.” “Good morning, Your Grace,” she twittered back. She didn’t slow her quick rise and fall on Sam’s cock. “His Grace has asked that we slow down,” Sam reminded Gretchen with a wicked grin. The gardener stilled the maid’s by clenching her hips between his fingertips. He grinned at her, and she buried her face in his shoulder for a moment. But she smiled a siren’s smile as he lifted her from his manhood and set her on the bench beside him. He turned and spread her legs, her blond curls separating, her pouty pink lips slick with desire and fully exposed to the air. He sank down between her bent knees and pulled her ass to the edge of the chair.

Charlotte, a recent widow, is completely enamored of the Duke of Randallshire and his world of sin and debauchery. But the duke has a secret to share, one that could split them apart before they can even come together.

A compilation of four short stories including: Her Gift -- The Duchess Her Gift -- The Houseparty Her Gift -- The Butterfly House Her Gift -- The Wedding