Praise for the novels of Sharon Page!
BLACK SILK
“Wonderful, well-written Regency with emotion, blindingly hot sex…and a surprise ending. The hero is to die for.”
—Romantic Times on BLACK SILK, a Top Pick! (4 ½ star review)
“Superb erotic Regency romance…delightful page-turner. Sharon Page heats up the era.”
—Harriet Klausner
“Steamy and adventurous…enticing and enjoyable…”
—Romance Reviews Today
BLOOD RED
“A blazing path into forbidden dreams…”
—Romantic Times
“Ms. Page weaves an erotic and suspenseful tale. If you’re a lover of vampire romance, curl up on a cold winter night with Blood Red to warm your heart!”
—Just Erotic Romance Reviews (Gold Star Award)
“An erotically charged tale…a wonderful action-packed story that combines suspense, intrigue, horror, bondage and yes, a whole lot of sex.”
—Coffee Time Romance
BLOOD ROSE
“Page’s Blood Rose has scorching love scenes to make you sweat and an intriguing plot to hold it all together.”
—New York Times best-selling author Hannah Howell
“Blood Rose is an action-packed, sexy paranormal over-flowing with suspense, horror and romance. Sharon Page is a master of the menage—prepare to be seduced!”
—Kathryn Smith, USA Today best-selling author
“The female protagonist is completely believable, and the two vampire-slaying heroes…are simply hot! This is a thoroughly entertaining read.”
—Romantic Times
“Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets Regency England! Two sexy, to-die-for heroes, a courageous heroine, and a luscious ménage make Blood Rose a sinful treat.”
—Jennifer Ashley, USA Today best-selling author
SIN
2006 National Readers’ Choice Award Winner for Erotic Romance/Romantica
“How do you have an orgasm without sex? Read Sin by Sharon Page!…Thoroughly wicked, totally wild, utterly wanton and very witty in its execution, Sin is the ultimate indulgence.”
—Just Erotic Romance Reviews (Gold Star Award)
“Strong, character-driven romance…extremely sensual and erotic.”
—Romantic Times
“Sinfully delicious. Sharon Page is a pure pleasure to read.”
—Sunny, New York Times best-selling author of Over the Moon (anthology) and Mona Lisa Awakening
“Sharon Page blends history, emotion, and hot, hot, hot sex within an amazing love story. Blazing erotica!”
—Kathryn Smith, USA Today best-selling author
“Wonderful characterisations…and sultry, sexy love scenes will have you begging for more! Five Angels!”
—Fallen Angels Reviews
“Sin is a perfect example of exquisitely rendered erotic romance…this book caught my attention with the opening lines and never let go…”
—Kate Douglas, best-selling author of the Wolf Tales series
Hot Silk
Sharon Page
KENSINGTON BOOKS
For my parents
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
1
Before the start of the London Season, March of 1818
“The choice is yours, my love. I want you—you know that. Meet me tonight, in the gallery. Don’t wear your gown. Wear something easy to remove…”
Grace Hamilton knew she should be scandalized by Lord Wesley’s proposition. She should refuse. But she had been trying to stay strong and good and proper for a week and she could not resist any longer.
“I do not know, my lord,” she whispered. He stood behind her, away from the hot, sparkling chandeliers and the swirling crowd, in the shadows of the ballroom at Collingsworth, ancestral home of the Marquis of Rydermere. Lord Wesley’s home and a place she had no right to be.
Grace stood by dark gallery doors, wearing a borrowed gown, terrified everyone would see her for the fraud she was.
His lordship rested his hands gently on her waist, his long fingers splayed to meet across her middle—she hadn’t expected him to touch her yet and the contact stole her breath. “I will be waiting,” he murmured, his voice a possessive growl. “If you aren’t there at midnight, I will have to assuage my broken heart elsewhere.”
How many other ladies here would accept his proposition? A wave of his hand and any number of women would beg to be kissed by him, would eagerly agree to meet him for sin. Dozens of women here wanted to marry him; their calculating eyes fixed on the prize—to become Marchioness of Rydermere.
This house teemed with lovely ladies of good birth, but Lord Wesley had singled her out, had pursued her ever since her arrival. From the first moment he had bent over her hand and let his lips play magic on her fingers through the thin muslin of her glove, she had been entranced. And each look he cast her way, each hot and intense glance, had assured her he felt the magic every bit as much as she.
Or was she wrong? What, after all, did she know about men in love?
“Midnight. By midnight,” she teased, feigning a confidence she didn’t feel, “you will know if I am coming or not.”
His breath tickled her neck, a hot caress. “Wicked wench. I’ll be there.” He moved closer to her, leaving the shadows to press his body against hers. She both stiffened and melted as a hard ridge snuggled against her silk-clad bottom.
“I can’t wait to grasp hold of this lush, fashionable arse—” With a groan, he ground his erection against her curves, setting her heart racing. “That, my golden nymph, is for you.”
And then he was gone.
Grace snapped open her fan and beat it so feverishly the thin silk tore from the spokes. She’d never had a man do this to her before. Be so bold. Be so gruff and direct and lusty—
“What was my rascal of a brother saying to you?