"You were thinking of them naked, weren't you, my lady? How they would look without those fine clothes. Perhaps you would run your hands over their bare chests and down, down their tight waists, then further until you had your hands around their rock-hard..." My new coachmen drive me to distraction. I can think of nothing but what they might look like, feel like, smell like, under their smart livery. Now we’ve been held up by a handsome highwayman who promises to rob me of my inhibitions and make my fantasies come true—if I choose to travel home without a guard. As I drink tea and discuss turbans with the ladies of the ton, I have two choose to continue life as a decent, respectable widow, or give in to my shameful urges and allow the coachmen and the highwayman to give me the ride of my life. Click ‘Look Inside’ to read more and claim your free story.

“You like us all, Lady Estelle? Then why not have us all? Your whole life, you have cast your needs aside to please others. We can give you a lifetime of pleasure in one night, if you will allow it. You deserve to have someone look after you, to take care of your every desire.” As a newly widowed lady of the ton, all I wanted was a few hours of freedom before spending the summer as my ailing aunt’s companion. When I injure my ankle in a fall, I’m forced to ask for help from three handsome stable lads. In the cosy kitchen of my aunt’s stables, Ellis feeds me hot, buttered toast and Archie’s healing hands start to roam. I suspect the lads are more intent on fixing my broken heart than my ankle. But when Will suggests that a roll in the hay is the cure for what ails me, my courage wavers. How can I break the habit of a lifetime and allow myself the pleasure I’ve been denied for so long? Click ‘Look Inside’ to read more and claim your free short story.

“You appear to be labouring under the impression that you are in charge here, Lady Mary. Indeed, you have been most assertive in your attentions towards us. However, you must understand that is not how we work. There are three of us and only one of you. So, you will lie back on the bed and do as you are bid.” It appears my son’s friends think me in need of their attention. True, I did have rather angry and vigorous correspondence with one of them on my drawing-room floor, but I had just been jilted by his father, the Duke of Denton. And perhaps I did take another in my mouth out on the terrace, before realising who he was – it is a masked ball after all. And so what if I rode a third like he was a stallion at the hunt? I was not to know he was my best friend’s son. I haven’t seen him in years. But now, all three of them are tempting me into something I’ve never done before. And all I can think is ‘if only the duke could see me now.’

“You see those men out yonder? That’s my loyal crew. We partake of everything together. Peril. Plunder. Women. You’ve occupied my nightly thoughts for three decades past, Susan. That’s a long time. Mayhap a man’s desires can grow a little twisted.” Returning to my Dorset estate after decades in London, my only wish is to take an evening stroll along the cliffs, and recall my first love, Flynn Maguire. When my inquisitive puppy falls down an abandoned quarry shaft, I have no choice but to go down after him. There I stumble across a den of dangerous and enigmatic smugglers, concealed within a hidden haven deep underground. Though I swear on my word as a Lady that I’ll keep their secret, the ring-leader, a wild giant of a man, seems intent on keeping me captive for the night until his elusive boss decides what to do with me. In the confines of the secret cave, I soon discover that smuggling contraband isn’t the only illicit activity they indulge in. How will I escape with my innocence and dignity intact? And do I even want to? Click ‘Look Inside’ to read more and claim your free short story.

“Corrupt me! Turn me into a decadent, sinful creature.” I laugh at the redcoats' shocked expressions. “Ruin me! Make it so that no respectable, God-fearing man will want me.” “Are you quite certain, Lady Rachel?” Sergeant Rawden draws closer. “Because once the three of us have taken you, your betrothed won't let you scrub his floor, let alone marry you.” After only one Season away from the convent, my stepfather has practically sold me to a decrepit old earl. Fearing I might run away, but too miserly to allow me the use of his carriage, he dispatches three redcoats from his regiment to escort me to the earl’s estate. However, the three handsome marines have their own reasons for disobeying their colonel’s orders and become unexpected allies in my daring scheme to ruin my own reputation. In the depths of the forest, beside an enchanting waterfall, our bodies, and our fates become entwined. Scroll up and click 'Look Inside' to read more and claim your free short story.