Miss Simpkins’ School—where seduction’s the game and success is the aim. Lessons learned at Miss Simpkins’ School are the education Miranda needs to learn how to seduce her reluctant lord. Or are they?
Miranda may be a well brought up lady, but she has needs, and she is determined to go after who she wants. Enlisting the help of Miss Simpkins and her School for Seduction, she sets out to tempt Felix. Men can be so difficult sometimes, and not see what’s right under their nose.
It falls to her to show him that age is just a number. She may be young, but she knows what she wants. And she is determined to get it. Will Felix be able to resist temptation, or will he finally see sense and claim what’s been his all along?
Little does Miranda know what Felix has in store for her.
Even in his disheveled state, Miranda’s body tightened as she gazed at him. His pantaloons molded the contours of his cock and balls in a loving caress, and his shirt hugged his torso to define his muscles there. Ashley had helped her divest Felix of his coat, and cravat, so she was able to admire his body closely.
If only she could divest him of more than those two articles of clothing. However, Miranda was determined not to do anything else underhand. Well, not yet anyway. Except… She set the glass on the bedside cabinet, and took several strips of ribbon from inside a drawer. With one eye on the door—Ashley would be less than happy with the next part of her plan, and may well put a stop to it if he knew—Miranda fastened Felix’s wrists to the bedhead.
He rolled to one side and tried to sit up. Before he was fully aware of his situation. Miranda managed to fasten his ankles in a similar manner.
Spread out as he now was, his clothes tightened even more over his body, and her mouth went dry. She needed a drink, not him. Her juices gathered at the entrance to her channel, and her nipples pressed against the flimsy muslin of her gown. She’d dispensed with a chemise as per Molly and Adriana’s suggestions, and wore very little. Miranda might have promised only to talk to Felix, but there were ways of holding his attention as she did so.
She was prepared to use every one of them.
A groan brought her attention back to him.
“What the—” Felix lifted his head and pulled on his bindings.
“Oh, my bloody head.” He opened one eye and squinted at her.
“Miranda? What the hell is this all about?”
Raven McAllan Bio: A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.