Deeper in Sin
Memories of a dark past have left the Duke of Caradon disinclined to have any fun. But at the urging of friends, he finds himself attending a Cyprian ball in the hope that some woman will attract his attention. And one certainly does. A stunningly sensual woman who reawakens feelings of carnal desire he thought long lost…
Sophie Ashley knows little of the courtesan life except what she’s read in a book. A quick learner, Sophie makes her debut at the Cyprian Ball hoping to find a wealthy protector. And when she makes the acquaintance of the reclusive Duke of Caradon, she’s most eager to test her talents in the art of erotic seduction…
Praise for Deeper in Sin
“Another of the Wicked Dukes finds himself on a rocky road to his happy ever after. He must overcome a life of torment in Page’s outstanding tale.” —RT Book Reviews, 4.5 Stars
“Full of sweetness and sex interspersed with fighting, intrigue, murder, and revenge, this novel keeps readers entertained, in and out of the bedroom. This title embodies all the classic qualities of strong, sexy historical erotica.” —Library Journal
“The second book in Sharon Page’s erotic historical Wicked Dukes series is not only a bold seduction between two people seeking redemption or only a dark whodunnit, but rather a primer of insight into the lifestyle of a mistress in Regency England—one where you’ll visit the other side, where courtesan life isn’t at all glamorous; it’s murderous.” —Heroes and Heartbreakers
Read an Excerpt
She’d taken out her pins, and her hair showered around her in wild raven waves. What would it look like flying around her as she rode him?
She lowered, her breasts spilling over the brim of her bodice. Succulent, sweet, and he ached to lift his hands and touch them.
He was ready to do it—
Then his brain flashed to the past again.…
Where he was pinned down and he couldn’t fight. Couldn’t protect himself.
“I can’t do this, Sophie,” he croaked.
“I told you I am not a virgin. I have experienced…rutting.”
“I’m sorry you lost your husband.” His heart hurt for her. “Poor sweet,” he murmured. He knew the hell of battle—she knew the loss of it too.
Her sweet mouth was there. She bent just a little farther. He had a good look down her bodice at the swells of her breasts, the hot, tempting valley between them.
She’d been in love and lost the man she loved. No wonder she was impoverished. She’d married young, and her husband had been snatched from her, leaving her with nothing—
She kissed him—and reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock.
Suddenly, blood shot down so fast, he was light-headed. His cock went rock hard.
She was hurting. He was hurting.
He wanted to lose all his pain in loving her. Take her pain away.