The Virgin Huntress
All's Fair in Love and Abduction
Coddled and pampered, since her mother's death, Vesta Chambers is preparing for her come-out only to have her father return from London with a bride of his own! With her world turned upside down, Vesta accompanies her godmother to London, where she is smitten the instant she lays eyes on Captain Hewett DeVere of the Seventeenth Light Dragoons.
Captain Hew DeVere, younger brother to Vesta’s godfather, Viscount Ludovic "The Devil" DeVere, has returned from the American war scarred, disillusioned, and looking forward to settling down to a quiet and respectable life. When Hew turns his eyes toward the widowed Diana, Vesta is prepared to take extreme measures to prove just how wrong he is. But, Hew didn't survive the worst of the war only to succumb to Vesta's wayward wiles.
Library Journal Best E-Book Romance, 2013 RONE nominee
In the second installment of the award-winning Devil DeVere series, Ned's daughter Vesta is preparing for her come-out only to have her world turned upside down when her father returns from London with a bride of his own! Put out that he is so wrapped up in Phoebe, Vesta accompanies her godmother, Diana, to town where she meets and falls instantly in love with the gallant Captain Hewett DeVere. Proving the adage that opposites attract, this hilarious romp pits the would-be huntress against the gallant hero in an epic war of wills.
When Hew awoke, Vesta was atop the counterpane, curled against his side with an arm slung across his chest and a thigh thrown over his, her warm, soft flesh caressing his raging erection. He didn't know if it was the lingering effects of the drug, the alcohol he'd drunk, or just exhaustion—likely a combination of all three—but he'd slept like the dead for the first time in four years. But now he was brutally awake and acutely conscious of the woman in his bed, for as much as he'd tried to ignore the fact, Vesta was indeed a woman grown, at least in the physical sense. And all his senses were physically alert to her. The violet fragrance had dissipated with the salt air, yet she still maintained that mysterious and slightly musky and flowery scent.
He slanted a gaze at her face, wondering how he would extricate himself from this entanglement of limbs without waking her, but then she opened her eyes. "Good morning, Hew." She smiled into his. "Did you sleep well?"
"What the devil are you doing on top of the counterpane?" He glowered.
"I had to get up in the night to use the necessary, and when I returned, you had taken up most of the bed. I could not get back under the covers, so I had no choice but to curl up where I could.
"And now it appears you are curled around me."
She grinned. "So it does. I find it rather pleasant, don't you?"
"Pleasant is not quite the word that comes to mind," he replied tersely.
She shifted against him, and his cock jumped. "Oh." She gasped, suddenly aware. "Does this happen regularly then?"
"Yes. It is common for a man to awaken thus."
"May I touch it?" she asked.
"Bloody hell!" he cried. "No! You may not touch it!"
"But I know how. I saw you only yesterday. Is that what you do to make it go away?"
"It is one of several methods," he replied. "Another is just to ignore it."
"But it is so large and swollen. Is it painful?
"No, just uncomfortable. Now, may we stop discussing my..." The appropriate word for feminine ears failed him.
"Phallus?" she offered. "That is what the grooms call it."
"Why are you eavesdropping on grooms?"
"I used to watch the stallions mounting the mares."
"You what!" Hew almost choked.
"Well, how else is a girl with no mother supposed to get any education? Although I doubt Mama would have told me very much. So there's really no reason to be timid, Hew. I already know all about the mating process. And to the best of my knowledge, the stallions never ignored it until it went away. Please feel free to relieve yourself of it. I would even help you if you would like. I'm not the least afraid for I have seen much larger ones."