A Devil Named DeVere
is a full length compilation (337 pages/105 K words) of my three novellas featuring “Devil” Ludovic Viscount DeVere (The Devil You Know, The Devil’s Match and A Devil’s Touch). These stories have been re-edited with the addition of a few select scenes from A Wild Night’s Bride and The Virgin Huntress to serves as a standalone story. It is also where the reader first meets Salime, the heroine from my upcoming Jewel of the East.
WHEN DEALING WITH THE DEVIL…IT’S EASY TO GET BURNED
When burned once… Beautiful, respectable, and dutiful, Diana Palmerston-Wriothesley was resigned to her decade-long loveless and childless marriage to a feckless husband until a dire discovery shatters her life.
By an old flame… A master of seduction, Viscount Ludovic, “The Devil” DeVere, is accustomed to taking what he wants heedless of the cost until encountering a woman who won’t be had at any price—at least not until a dark secret compels her to seek aid and comfort in this devil’s arms. What begins as an all-consuming passion becomes a true devil’s bargain when circumstances beyond their control drive the lovers irrevocably apart.
Fire is best fought with fire…Four years later, DeVere is world-weary and bored with his life of debauchery when Diana unexpectedly reappears. Although both believe the former inferno has been reduced to bitterness and ashes, their chance reunion proves otherwise. With their passion reignited to undeniable ferocity, DeVere is hell-bent to lure Diana back into his bed… while she is equally determined to bring him to his knees.
EXCERPT
(in which the reader first meets the courtesan Salime from my upcoming Jewel of the East)
King’s Place Brothel, St. James, Westminster
The raven-haired siren reclined on a silk upholstered lit à la turque in a chamber littered with colorful tasseled pillows and brass lanterns, appointed in the same oriental style as DeVere’s own private drawing room. She rose at once, losing all affectation of indolence, the moment he entered the chamber.
“Efendi! My lord! My heart is joyous!” She gushed and knelt at his feet.
He took her hand, assisting her to rise, and kissed it. “How are you, my dear Salime?”
“I have been well enough…but much better now to see you again.” She gave him a shy smile with her eyes demurely downcast. “I wondered if you had found another more to your liking—perhaps the fiery one who came during our last evening together?” She glanced up to meet his amused gaze.
“You are all too astute, my dear.” Ludovic chuckled. “It has much to do with the fiery one as you so aptly name her. But pray, let us not talk of it, for I have dire need of distraction of the kind only you can provide.”
“I exult to be the one chosen.”
“Your continued exuberance is enchanting,” he said. “I thought it may have diminished by now.”
“But it is only for you. The rest…” She gave a blithe half shrug and sauntered with a seductive sway of her hips to the carafe of wine standing at the ready beside the divan upon which she had reposed. She filled an ornate goblet and brought it to him, raising it to his lips. “I only delight in serving you, Efendi.”
“You flatter me,” he said and took a sip before accepting the goblet from her bejeweled hands.
She helped him out of coat, waistcoat, and cravat. “What is your pleasure this night, my lord?” She slowly licked her lush lips while moving her hand to the front of his breeches to gently cup his bollocks and tease his dormant shaft. He stayed her hand. “Not this time, my dear.”
She regarded him with befuddlement. “But it has been many days and you are a man of remarkable virility.”
Divested of his more restrictive outer garments, Ludovic lowered himself to recline on the large cushions scattered on the floor. He patted the space beside him, indicating she should join him. She sat cross-legged and drew his head onto her lap. He closed his eyes with a sigh as she massaged his temples and riffled her fingers through his hair.
At length, she asked, “Have you taken her as your mistress? Has the fiery one succeeded where all others failed?”
He cracked one eye open. “What the devil is that supposed to mean?”
“You know the secrets of women, my lord, how to touch and stroke and awaken the passions of the soul as well as the body, yet you, yourself, remain always unmoved. Has a woman finally touched you? Has one at last stirred your soul to waking?”
He groaned. “Is that what this damnably unpleasant sensation is? My soul awakening?”
“Then it is true.” Salime regarded him wistfully. “She is the most fortunate of women.”
He gave her a twisted smile. “She would hardly agree. She wants none of me.”
“Then she is a fool, my lord. Yet you still want no other?” She eyed his groin suggestively.
“That’s the bloody sad truth of it. I seem unable to summon any desire for any other.”
“Shall I try to rouse you?” she asked. “I know many ways. You need only close your eyes and picture her.”
“No,” he replied. “An exceedingly generous offer, but I would not use you that way, my dear. There is, however, another means by which you and only you could give me immense satisfaction.”
“And how is that, my lord?” Her black eyes glittered with unveiled eagerness.
“Dance for me, Salime.”
She looked almost disappointed. “You only wish for me to dance?”
“Yes,” he said. “I would very much like for you to dance.”
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THE DEVIL DEVERE SERIES:
A Wild Night’s Bride #1
The Virgin Huntress#2
The Devil You Know #3
The Devil’s Match #4
A Devil’s Touch #4.5
Jewel of the East #5 (January 20, 2014)
PREQUELS
Devil in the Making (prequel #1)
The Trouble with Sin (prequel #2)
