Miss Eleanor Argyle has modern aspirations for a Victorian lady. The daughter of an intrepid traveller, she's confident and rebellious. After her father's death, she refuses to be chaperoned by anyone - least of all a man that she'd much rather bed. She's wanted Mr Gregory Munroe for years, but she is determined not to sacrifice her independence to get him. Gregory Munroe is both aroused and infuriated by his charge. She's stubborn, and he can sense that she's about to try to outrun him. He thwarts her, trapping ...
Miss Eleanor Argyle has modern aspirations for a Victorian lady. The daughter of an intrepid traveller, she's confident and rebellious. After her father's death, she refuses to be chaperoned by anyone - least of all a man that she'd much rather bed. She's wanted Mr Gregory Munroe for years, but she is determined not to sacrifice her independence to get him. Gregory Munroe is both aroused and infuriated by his charge. She's stubborn, and he can sense that she's about to try to outrun him. He thwarts her, trapping her aboard a northbound train. Eleanor is secretly thrilled, and when she subsequently decides to invite him to a brazen night of passion, he barely stops to think about her motives. Can Eleanor have him, whilst also giving him the slip? A fiery mix of passion and rebellion inspires a chase that runs the length of Britain - but neither Eleanor nor Gregory expects to find the knowledge that waits at its end. Reader Advisory: This story was released as part of the Brits in Time Anthology by Total-E-Bound.
Award winning British author Saskia Walker first dreamed of writing her own stories when she discovered a handful of romance novels stashed away in her school library. An avid reader, she lapped up the fun, the adventures, and the life-affirming emotion of these stories, but always felt dismay when the bedroom door closed the reader out. She vowed that if she ever had the chance to pursue her dream, all the passion would be right there on the page. Saskia finally began writing seriously in the late 1990s. By that time she'd traveled the world, got herself a BA in Art History, a Masters in Literature and the Visual Arts, and she'd worked in all manner of diverse careers—but the stories in her head simply had to be written. Her first erotic short story was signed in '97 and since then she has had several single title novel and novella publications, and her work has appeared in over fifty anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, and the Black lace Wicked Words series. She writes across genres, but always with the passion right there on the page! Her novel, DOUBLE DARE, received the Passionate Plume award for the Best Contemporary Erotic Romance of 2006. Saskia lives in the north of England—close to the beautiful, windswept landscape of the Yorkshire moors—with her real life hero, Mark. Mark supports her work through all its ups and downs, and somehow manages to keep her sane and grounded when fiction threatens to take over.
When Gregory Munroe arrived at Eleanor Argyle’s London home that sunny spring day, she was at her desk, writing an article about her travels in North Africa for a ladies’ journal. “You have a visitor, Miss Eleanor,” her butler announced. “Thank you, Charles.” She lifted the note he held out on a silver salver, wondering who it could be. All her friends and acquaintances knew she was preparing to depart for Scotland. She had much to do before the following day, and she had not anticipated any callers. The note was written in a bold, scrawling hand. With greetings from your Uncle James and Aunt Frieda, Mr Gregory Munroe requests an audience. Gregory Munroe? The manager of her uncle’s Scottish estate was here, in London? Eleanor stared at the card, at first uncomprehending. “He must be in London on business,” she murmured under her breath. Looking back at Charles, she realised he was standing by waiting for her instructions. “Charles, would you please ask Mary to serve tea for two in the parlour, and tell Mr Munroe that I will be with him shortly.” Charles nodded and left. Eleanor sat back in her chair and fanned herself with the announcement card, her thoughts racing. Gregory Munroe. She recalled her previous meeting with him, seven years earlier. He’d been a dark, alluring stranger who had captured her imagination. To him, she was just the eighteen year-old niece of his employer on a visit to the estate in Scotland. She remembered him looking her up and down as he passed, a shadowed look in his eyes as he went about his business. She, however, had entertained an enduring and rather girlish fascination with him that lasted for several months afterward. She had imagined him taking the time to talk with her, so that she could admire his handsome good looks, his fine build and posture. She imagined more, intimacy and passion, even. That was a long time ago, however. She had seen and done much since then, travelling with her father. She was no longer the gauche young woman, who could scarcely drag her gaze away from him. In fact, she’d become rather amused by her own foolish attraction to him, as she reflected on it, over the years.