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The Regency Season: Dangerous Dukes: Marcus Wilding: Duke of Pleasure / Zachary Black: Duke of Debauchery
Carole Mortimer
Men about town…Marcus Wilding: Duke of PleasureMarcus Wilding is the most accomplished lover in England and Lady Julianna Armitage needs him to teach her the art of love. Julianna is determined to maintain control, but as Marcus unleashes a sensual siege that awakens every sense, it is clear that losing control can be the most delicious thing of all!Zachary Black: Duke of DebaucheryWhen Zachary Black comes face to face with beautiful Lady Georgianna Lancaster – his former fiancée – he’s disturbed. Maybe the best way to restore his equilibrium is to hold her captive… and turn the secrets of the past into the sins of the present!Darian Hunter: Duke of DesireDarian Hunter is a legendary rake and notorious bachelor. Mariah Beecham, Countess of Carlisle is society’s scandalous widow and secret agent of the crown. What will happen when, posing as lovers to stop an assassination, the temptation to indulge their every desire becomes overwhelming…
CAROLE MORTIMER was born in England, the youngest of three children. She began writing in 1978, and has now written more than 200 books. Carole has six sons: Matthew, Joshua, Timothy, Michael, David and Peter. She says, “I’m happily married to Peter Sr; we’re best friends, as well as lovers, which is probably the best recipe for a successful relationship. We live in a lovely part of England.”
Table of Contents
Cover (#u099a5da1-87eb-540c-bca3-62f68fd37280)
Title Page (#u7b2e5d40-cb71-5890-8387-0c921ad11aae)
About the Author (#ud2836d6c-446c-5c6f-9e50-3609344908fc)
Marcus Wilding: Duke of Pleasure (#ud3deaf1c-5ed5-550d-9dd8-a734360373da)
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Dedication (#ue0f86bf8-2309-5159-abe5-de2e90b08ff1)
Chapter One (#u0c762952-f201-5835-9dc3-714ceb1e6043)
Chapter Two (#u33682f9e-dae2-5c63-a25a-61522cb53e91)
Chapter Three (#ua6d52867-3c44-5e03-a4da-bc762180b20c)
Chapter Four (#udfbf7931-5ec0-5039-a311-5d1b24adcd10)
Chapter Five (#uddff2644-a17f-5b70-8094-93e7021ab600)
Chapter Six (#u400876a4-adf6-52c1-a339-a8faf69f3dc6)
Chapter Seven (#u64b0f67d-4be9-5220-9d42-c9c02c64ce64)
Chapter Eight (#ue3469a36-53ea-5d00-83a5-c4d00b1cddd7)
Chapter Nine (#u990d15d1-6cd4-5f8f-ad51-c0b2b3951e91)
Zachary Black: Duke of Debauchery (#u408874b8-bcba-5f94-a2b4-13003708f5b6)
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Dedication (#uf1ac67fa-ded7-5342-a0cf-a4706c1567af)
Chapter One (#ua69a4563-6c83-5a55-bcd4-3ad95715a90e)
Chapter Two (#uc9200597-822c-5dbc-abf6-59a578d5c5d0)
Chapter Three (#u59703463-13aa-5617-af7c-488bf32040c6)
Chapter Four (#uf47b0393-7604-516e-9c77-16891c5a681f)
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Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Darian Hunter: Duke of Desire (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
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Marcus Wilding: Duke of Pleasure (#u82ac8ee7-d496-53cc-9ac0-6f2b7d226ccf)
Carole Mortimer
In this scintillating prequel novella to her Dangerous Dukes miniseries, USA TODAY bestselling historical author Carole Mortimer delivers a feast for the senses!
England, 1815
He’s the most accomplished lover in England, and the finest tutor in pleasure that ever lived!
Lady Julianna Armitage is on a mission:
The goal: Discover passion and learn the true art of lovemaking, something she never experienced in her short, loveless marriage.
The teacher: The devastatingly handsome Marcus Wilding, Duke of Worthing; the one man she could never have...until now.
The outcome: Pure, decadent, indulgent satisfaction!
Julianna is determined to maintain control, but as Marcus unleashes a sensual siege that awakens her every sense, it soon becomes clear that losing control can be the most delicious thing of all!
Don’t miss the first title in this shockingly seductive new series from legendary bestselling author Carole Mortimer:
ZACHARY BLACK: DUKE OF DEBAUCHERY
Coming October 2014 from Harlequin Historical
Dangerous Dukes Rakes about town
Peter, my forever hero.
Chapter One (#u82ac8ee7-d496-53cc-9ac0-6f2b7d226ccf)
February 1815 Worthing House, London
‘Forgive me, Lady Armitage, but for a brief moment I was sure I heard you request that I tutor you in the art of making love to and with a man before you take a lover!’
Julianna remained unmoved by the hard and derisive smile that accompanied Marcus Wilding’s drawled dismissal of such a notion ever being possible. ‘There is nothing wrong with your hearing, Your Grace. Except perhaps for me to add that I made a statement of intent, rather than a request,’ she added with the same determination she knew to be evident in the sharp tilt of her chin.
The Duke of Worthing’s brows rose up beneath the rakish fall of his ebony hair as he now regarded her with icy and pale green eyes through narrowed lids. ‘“A statement of intent”?’
Julianna was not fooled for a moment by the mildness of the duke’s tone, or the relaxed way in which his long and elegant length lay sprawled in the chair opposite her own in the blue salon of his London home. She was only too aware that this particular gentleman was at his most threatening when he appeared to be at his most reasonable.
He and her own brother, and three of their closest friends, were not known in society as The Dangerous Dukes because of their pleasing and easygoing natures. Nor were they named such solely on the basis of their reputation on the battlefield. Their exploits in the bedchamber were equally as scandalous. Enough so that most of society’s marriage-minded mamas knew better than to allow their daughters anywhere near the rakish bachelors. And Julianna had good reason to suspect Marcus Wilding was the most dangerous of them all.
Not that she cared a whit about his reputation; remarrying was the very last thing on her mind where Worthing, or any other gentleman, was concerned.
Nevertheless, she was still glad that she had refused to relinquish her black cloak to the duke’s butler on her arrival. That garment was succeeding not only in covering her completely from shoulders to ankles, but also in hiding the trembling of her gloved hands beneath its voluminous folds. Her pale grey bonnet, unfortunately, only concealed the vibrant red of her hair, and not the pallor of the face beneath its brim.
A face that Julianna now forced to appear calm and composed as she looked across at Marcus with unflinching dark grey eyes. He had been a friend of her brother, Christian, and so she knew this gentleman well enough to know he was perfectly capable of exploiting any sign of weakness. ‘A statement of intent,’ she confirmed evenly.
‘Indeed.’ He continued to look at her with those pale green eyes between dark lashes that were wickedly long and thick, his face having the grace and beauty of a fallen angel—or was that devil? ‘Might one ask why, having been a married lady and now a widowed one, and so yes, perfectly at liberty to take a lover rather than remarry, if that is your choice—’
‘It is,’ she stated firmly.
He nodded. ‘And do you have any specific gentleman in mind to become this...lover?’
‘Not as yet, no.’
He frowned. ‘Then my question must be why have you chosen to come to me, and invited me to be the one to undertake the scandalous enterprise of becoming your sexual instructor?’
Julianna was caught off-guard by the mild query in his tone. Indeed, she had been prepared for Worthing’s scorn rather than the easy tolerance he now displayed. This man was one of the most eligible gentlemen in England, and she had, as Worthing had already stated, been a wife and was now a widow, both of which had taken their toll on her appearance as well as her spirit.
She had been a young lady of only eighteen summers on her wedding day four years ago, her heart full of optimism for what the future might hold. But three years of that cold marriage to the adulterous Lord John Armitage and almost a year of widowhood following his death, had resulted in Julianna vowing not to remarry when her year of widowhood came to an end in just two weeks’ time. No, better by far to take a lover, she had decided. One of her own choosing and on her own terms.
As such, who better to tutor her in the art of lovemaking than the gentleman reputed to be the most accomplished lover in England?
It had seemed the perfect solution to Julianna, until she now found herself face-to-face with the man. Seated only feet away from the dangerously mesmerizing Duke of Worthing, she now had serious cause to doubt the wisdom of her actions.
For not only was Worthing an accomplished lover, but also he was, at age two and thirty, surely the handsomest gentleman of the ton, with his dark and overlong curls arranged into a rakishly careless style on his brow and about his ears and nape. Long, dark lashes surrounded eyes of palest green, sculptured cheekbones framed an aristocratic nose and his mouth—oh lord, that wicked mouth was far and away his most dangerous feature, his lips both full and seductive.
Added to all of that, it was obvious that the width of Worthing’s shoulders, his narrow waist, and his muscled thighs and long legs in a black evening jacket, grey waistcoat, snowy white linen, and black breeches owed nothing to the expertise of his tailor and boot-maker, and everything to the hours she knew he spent with his closest friends in both the boxing ring and at sword practice.
Nor had Worthing shown even the slightest interest in her since her marriage to John Armitage, other than the necessary politeness shown to her as the young sister of his friend.
‘Surely my choice is obvious, when your prowess in the bedchamber is legendary?’ she said, trying to appear uninterested.
Those dark brows rose a second time. ‘Indeed?’
‘Oh yes,’ Julianna confirmed coolly.
‘Your husband did not...introduce you to sexual pleasure?’
Julianna’s mouth tightened even as she felt the warmth of humiliation colour her cheeks. ‘My husband was too busy occupying the beds of other, more experienced women to spare but the minimum of his valuable time in occupying mine, and then only in an effort to secure his heir. A task at which he obviously failed.’ She straightened determinedly at the mention of her childless state. ‘I have accepted that love and happiness in marriage is the exception rather than the rule. But hopefully a lover is a different matter. As such, before embarking on such an enterprise, I fully intend to learn to give and receive physical pleasure to the best of my abilities.’
Whether he was meant to do so or not, Marcus heard a wealth of pain beneath the bitterness of that statement. And humiliation. And it was his opinion that no woman should ever be made to suffer either of those things at the hands of a man. Especially to the point that she would be intent on taking a lover at the end of her year of mourning rather than so much as considering the idea of marrying again.
