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Enter a world of sin, scandal, and the most forbidden pleasures. Enter the seductive world of award-winning author Sharon Page, whose new novel will take your breath away with a tantalizing blend of Regency romance and erotic thrills.

It is London’s most secretive gentlemen’s club—a place where no well-bred lady would dare to be seen. But Lady Jane Beaumont has no choice. Her friend Del has vanished, and Jane must enter into a dangerous charade to find her. Now, within the ...

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Overview

Enter a world of sin, scandal, and the most forbidden pleasures. Enter the seductive world of award-winning author Sharon Page, whose new novel will take your breath away with a tantalizing blend of Regency romance and erotic thrills.

It is London’s most secretive gentlemen’s club—a place where no well-bred lady would dare to be seen. But Lady Jane Beaumont has no choice. Her friend Del has vanished, and Jane must enter into a dangerous charade to find her. Now, within the gilded walls of this erotic lair, Jane awaits the lover she has procured for the evening. But the man who enters her bedchamber is no stranger. He is Del’s brother and London’s most notorious rake—a man on a rescue mission of his own. Christian is intrigued by the innocent beauty who clearly does not belong in the notorious brothel. And as the two seek out the damning secrets of the club . . . as Christian initiates Jane into the ways of true sensual pleasure, she knows she has entered the most dangerous place of all—where the price of temptation could be her heart. . . .

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“Ms. Page has filled this searing Regency romance with page after page of scorching, pulse-pounding sex...." —Historical Romance Club

“Page pens a seductive tale.” —Romantic Times

“Blazing erotica within an amazing love story.” —Bestselling author Kathryn Smith

Publishers Weekly

Page (Black Silk) delivers a winner with this sensuous and captivating erotic Regency romance. Prim and proper widow Jane, Lady Sherringham, is fretting over her best friend, Delphina, Lady Treyworth, who has been missing for weeks. Jane is convinced that a secret upper-class sex club, where Lord Treyworth regularly subjected Del to various indignities, is the key to her disappearance. Boldly infiltrating the club, Jane inadvertently reunites with Del's womanizing brother, Lord Wickham, and they agree to pose as a lustful couple while looking for Del. As they discover an entirely unexpected mutual passion, they also uncover horrifying, illicit activities both within and beyond the club, some closer to home than either could have ever expected. This romantic whodunit is sizzling with chemistry and will keep readers hungrily turning pages. (Mar.)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780440244905
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/24/2009
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 729,796
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

A writer, a wife, and a mother of two, Sharon Page holds an industrial design degree and also manages a scientific research and development program in Ontario, Canada. She finds writing tales of sexy Regency rakes and seductive vampires is the perfect escape from her technical world.
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Chapter One
London, May 1818

How am I going to explain to a man I've paid that I do not actually want him to make love to me?"

Jane St. Giles, Lady Sherringham, asked the question of her image in the cheval mirror, but her reflection could provide no answers, obviously, that she could not think of herself.

So speaking aloud to it was quite pointless.

Groaning, Jane stalked around the brothel's bedchamber, biting her thumbnail, and dreading the knock that was soon to come.

She had come here searching for her best friend Delphina, Lady Treyworth. She had come for answers. She'd paid a veritable fortune for the services of one of the young men employed by Mrs. Brougham, the woman who ran this Georgian house on the fringe of Mayfair, known simply as the "The Club." But since it had been a ruse, she now had to convince the man to leave without touching her.

Would he be angry?

She shivered.

Would he come to her aroused? Fear coiled, tight and cold, around her heart. She knew—though she had never experienced it with her own late husband—a man could become belligerent when he was aroused and the woman refused to play.

With Sherringham, she'd never had the courage to refuse to play. She had always toed his line, terrified how brutal he would be if she pushed him too far. But he had now been dead for thirteen months, and she no longer had to endure the nights he came to her bedroom. She no longer had to fight to find the nerve to send him away, then despise herself when she couldn't.

Jane paced, hugging her chest.

Surely a large tip would soothe any ruffled . . . well, whatever might be ruffled on a randy young man. The man she'd hired had intimate relations for money, so wasn't money the most important thing? And there were dozens of society ladies in attendance. Any reasonably attractive, healthy, and erect young man wouldn't be frustrated for long.

Oh, dear God, she thought, and she took hold of one of the bedposts for support.

The ostentatious bed almost filled the entire room. Shackles of iron—lined with velvet—hung from the carved gilt bedposts. Jane's stomach roiled as she stared at the relief crafted on the posts: entwined serpents and something that might be a sword, or could be the male privy part.

She remembered the afternoon two months ago when her two dearest friends had told her their husbands brought them to this club. Despite the sun pouring into her morning room and the cheery promise of the early spring day, a shiver of dread had rippled down her spine. "But ladies do not join a gentleman's club," she had said slowly.

"This one, they do," Charlotte had breathed. Her eyes had been wide and in their cornflower blue depths, Jane had read surprising horror and shame.

"That is the novelty of this club," Del had explained, her voice as demure as if she were speaking of a successful rout. "The gentlemen bring their wives—in costume. Every Friday evening, the ladies are required to dress as nuns." Then her voice had lowered and her lashes had dropped. "I still have the marks on my derriere from the spankings with the crop."

Jane had felt her mouth form a soundless O of horror. She'd endured Sherringham's punishments with the flat of his hand, but he'd never dared touch her with a crop.

Now, she shuddered as she gazed around the bedchamber. Del, is this horrible club the reason that you've disappeared?

A sharp rap echoed on the door and Jane jolted so abruptly she stubbed her toe on the post. "Madam? May I enter?"

Her hired man possessed a seductive voice—low-timbered, not entirely cultured, but with a growling note that sent a shiver of fear . . . it must be fear . . . down her spine. What did it signify that he spoke so politely? Would the sort of prostitute who had an educated voice be easier to manage or more difficult?

"Y—yes," she answered shakily.

She had not even removed her cloak and she had chosen to wear her widow's weeds, with the veil lowered to shroud her face. But still, as the door opened, she turned her face so no one would see her, and waited with rigid shoulders for the door to click, the signal her male prostitute had shut it behind him.

While her husband had generally smelled of sweat, drink, and other women's perfume, this man was preceded by a combination of citrusy bergamot and sultry sandalwood. She certainly couldn't smell his perspiration, and oddly, he didn't smell as though he had come to her from another woman.

But really, that didn't matter. All she had to do was get rid of him. There was no reason to feel so unnerved. She'd survived a whole half hour so far in this wretched club, after all.

But before she could force herself to face him, he asked, "Is—is there something wrong, love?"

Concern laced his gentle voice, and there was a surprising vulnerability in his hesitation. Obviously he wasn't accustomed to a woman who looked as though she wanted to hide from him.

Jane glanced to the cheval mirror to see what he looked like, but the glass only reflected part of his side. She saw a large hand clad in a black leather glove, and a long, long leg in well-tailored trousers. A lean line of hip that vanished into a tailcoat, a glimpse of a very broad shoulder, and that was all.

Big. He was big and male. Panic flared in her chest and she struggled to breathe. He can't hurt you. Here you can scream. You can scream and bring help and he has no right to hurt you.

She must search inside to find greater strength. She'd vowed to herself that this time—finally—she would take action. How many times had she made that promise before, then taken the easy path, and slipped back into being a coward? And because she had been a coward, Delphina had disappeared. Del was in trouble.

"Turn around, love."

Grasping for that courage, Jane did. "I am so sorry, but—"

Her words—her very thought—died abruptly. The man stood by the wall and leaned against it in a lazy, relaxed way, and though several feet separated them, she had the sudden sense of the room shrinking in on her.

Shoulders—he had shoulders that seemed as wide as her legs were long. His legs, crossed casually at the ankles, stretched endlessly in front of her, and when her gaze followed them upward from the tip of his gleaming boots, the moment lasted a lifetime.

A black leather mask left his eyes a mystery, but beneath she saw he had not shaved—dark stubble ringed his square jaw. A scar forked down beneath the mask, another cut deeply into his chin.

But his lips quirked up in a kindly, sympathetic smile and deep dimples showed in his cheeks. He held out his hand in a coaxing sort of way—as though offering food to a timid deer. "It's all right, love. I won't hurt you. I'm at your command, after all. Your slave, so to speak."

At her command. The exact words to remind her that, for once, she had power here.

But, faced with him, she didn't feel powerful.

"You are in mourning?" He took a slow, easy step away from the wall toward her.

"No, no!" she said hurriedly and she scrambled, back until her legs trapped her skirts against the bed. And as her heart pattered wildly, she saw the perfect escape.

"I—I mean, my mourning year has not quite passed." She fluttered her hands—it was no stretch to act like a nervous woman who had changed her mind. "And the truth is, I—I was . . . lonely. So I thought I could . . . but I can't. Not with you. Not now."

He was so near she could see his eyes in the oval holes of the mask. Indigo blue eyes surrounded by abundant black lashes. The bed pushed back on her as she tried to retreat.

Another slow step brought him terrifyingly closer. Her heart thundered. He had not understood.

"I can't . . . use you tonight. I—I've changed my mind. I'll pay you . . . extra, if you want. In case you are disappointed—"

His eyes lit up with understanding. "So that's why you did not give your name."

What on earth did he mean? She did give a name. A false one.

Goodness, the way he tilted his head, the thick black hair, the shape of his mouth, the straight, attractive nose—why was it all so suddenly familiar?

Ridiculous. When would she have ever encountered a male prostitute in her daily life?

But she couldn't tear her gaze away from his mouth—his sensual lips were wide and generous. His lower lip was much larger, much fuller than his upper. Again, she felt as though she had stared at this mouth before. His skin was the color of clover honey, a sign he had spent much time under a hot sun.

Surprising for a man who earned his living in a bedroom—though perhaps he hadn't been doing it for very long.

His lips smiled again, smugly. He knew she was staring and he must think it meant she desired him, this large man who stood between her and the door.

A dull roaring began in her ears. He wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"I hope I have not frightened you, madam."

"No, no, you've done nothing wrong. You've been . . ." What should she say here? "Lovely. Yes, you have been so very . . . wonderful, and I hope you are not upset. I will pay you. You won't have wasted your time—"

Then he was there—right in front of her, filling her vision with a black tailcoat and a white embroidered vest.

"Of course I'm not upset. But if you don't want me, I understand." He bowed over her hand and lifted it so slowly to his lips that she forgot to breathe and her legs swayed beneath her.

"No." She jerked her hand back from her prostitute's mouth.

"Do I not please you, Lady Sherringham?"

"Stop. Stop!" She dragged her hand away, aware of a louder rushing sound in her ears. She had not given her real name. Mere moments before he had even said that himself.

"How do you know who I am?" she cried.

His expression revealed him then. She knew exactly why he had looked familiar and she was so startled that she tumbled backward onto the soft, deep bed, grasping at air as she fell. Her skirts flew up, her legs parted as she tumbled back and she slammed her elbow against the bedpost in her fall.

Shooting pain and humiliation changed her shock to anger as she lay back on the bed in a tangled heap. "You aren't my hired man! I recognize you now. You are Delphina's brother. You are Lord Wickham."

Known, for very good reason, as Lord Wicked.

How could he be here, in this revolting club that had destroyed Del?

"I am surprised you recognize me, Lady Sherringham."

Jane scrambled up on her elbows. She saw it now—she saw the handsome young rake of twenty in the masked face of this older man. He had been Christian Sutcliffe when she'd known him—his father had still been alive. Eight years had changed him. As well as the scars he now bore, his cheekbones were more prominent, his face more deeply lined. He was broader, tanned, and far more muscular.

"I suppose you would be surprised," she snapped, over the pounding of her heart. "After all, you've been away, on the Continent, in India, and the Far East. You have been everywhere but in England, where you could have helped your sister before she was forced to marry Lord Treyworth."

"And I remember you," he murmured, looking down on her. "The tartar."

Jane glared up at the dark blue eyes. But for the color, his eyes were just like Del's. "What are you doing here," she demanded, "in England and in this disgusting club?"

She dragged her legs closed as quicly as she could. Falling onto the bed. Of all the useless things for her to do.

She started as Wickham held out his black leather-clad hand to her. He didn't jump on her, as Sherringham would have done, and take advantage of the situation. He wore a bemused smile that barely reached his eyes as he helped her back on her feet. She had known Del's brother for three years before he'd left England and they'd never had a conversation that didn't include an argument.

A hundred questions raced through her mind, but oddly, she picked the most inconsequential to blurt out. "Where is the man I hired?"

Wickham's coal black eyebrows jerked up at that, above his mask. "Trussed up with his own selection of velvet ropes and stowed in a closet," he answered impatiently. "Now, Lady Sherringham, talk to me. What do you know of this club?"

His hand closed on hers, large, warm even through the supple leather.

"I'm not a member, if that's what you mean," she said. "And I asked you first—"

"Your husband did not bring you?" he continued, speaking over her indignation and cutting off her words.

"No, but I do know that Del's husband brought her. For over a year, Treyworth forced her to come here. She admitted to me that she was frightened of this place."

There—let him chew on that, the irresponsible wretch. He'd never once tried to help Del after he left England.

He lifted her with ease and Jane had to reach out and grasp his other arm to steady herself as he abruptly pulled her to her feet.

"If you believed Delphina was afraid of this place, Lady Sherringham, why did you come and hire a man for the night?"

"It wasn't for . . . for passion, if that's what you are thinking—which I am sure is all you've ever thought of." All her hopeless anger and fear was rushing to the surface now, making her tongue sharp and wicked. She jerked her hands from his and scurried around him, so she was the one closest to the door. "It was a ruse. I was stopped at the door and taken to Mrs. Brougham, so I told her I was a lonely and wealthy widow. She wouldn't let me enter unless I—I bought a man. Why did you tie him up in the closet?"

"To question you, Lady Sherringham."

"You were spying on me?"

"I'd gone to your house to talk to you about Del," he said. "You were leaving, obviously disguised, so I was intrigued enough to follow."

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  • Posted May 18, 2009

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    Good Read

    Catches your attention from the very first chapter. Very entertaining characters. Starts with our lady braving a dangerous world in order to find her best friend just to find herself saved by our hero. Very romantic mixed with danger and adventure.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2009

    Gripping story

    Well written plot with lots of twists and turns. Inspiration to battered and abused women. Empowering message but with lots of romance and sexy scenes.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 2, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Very good writing!

    Enjoyed this thoroughly. Sexy and well written.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2013

    Couldn't put it down

    This was the first book that I had read by this author. It has mystery, murder, kidnapping, sex, lots of sex,,and BDSM play most of which takes place in a club set in London (1818). I really liked this book and will look for more books by this author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 17, 2012

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    GREAT BOOK!!!! it has love, intrigue, passion and wickedness!!!!

    GREAT BOOK!!!! it has love, intrigue, passion and wickedness!!!! written very fluidly i felt immersed in the plot, almost walking through "the club" myself!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2012

    This was a highly erotic tale with really engaging characters. I

    This was a highly erotic tale with really engaging characters. I highly recommend reading this. I loved this book and the way the characters grew stronger right before my eyes. They each came from such horrendous backgrounds but were able to overcome their adversities and let their inner strength shine.I look forward to reading more from this author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2012

    Riveting!

    Great characters, story and subplots. The story was written well. I could visualize the story as I read it. Hard to put down!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2011

    sexy

    This book was just the right amount of spice! it has some s & m in it,I liked that about this book. it had a good story and something i would read again for sure.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 22, 2009

    FABULOUS!!!!

    I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS BOOK!! I READ IT ALL IN TWO DAYS!! PAGE IS TURNING INTO ONE OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS...HER WRITING IS SO TASTEFULLY DONE SO IT DOESNT MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ARE READING PORN!!-LOL!! I LOVED THE ACTION AND THE LOVE AND THE STORY THAT UNFOLDED THROUGHOUT THE STORY. THE LOVE SCENES WERE VERY HOTTTTT!!!! IT WAS WONDERFUL FROM BEGINNING TO END....I GIVE IT TWO THUMBS UP!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 2, 2009

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    The Club Delivers!

    Page delivers intrigue, romance, danger, and an interesting twist into the forbidden. This book does not disappoint!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2012

    There's better out there...

    Sort of drags you along but never soars. Example - '...cautious as an uncertain general awaiting an ambush'. Pretty sophomoric. It was an okay read, but awkward at times.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2012

    It was ok, nothing spectacular.

    It was ok, nothing spectacular.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2012

    Cole to Ally

    Can u go to the first result and tell everyone to come here

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 26, 2010

    great book

    loved this book a bit dirty, though.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2009

    Disappointing

    Even for trashy romance, this didn't come close to the kind of escapism that most do. I almost never stop reading a book before finishing it. This one, I not only didn't bother to finish, I "donated" it to the general public.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 21, 2009

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    an engaging erotic Regency romantic suspense

    In 1818 Widow Lady Jane St. Giles enters the notorious gentlemen¿s Club that welcomes couples. Run by Mrs. Brougham, Jane is a rarity as an unescorted lady of quality, but though she is prim and proper, she risks the scandal in hopes of finding her best friend Lady Delphina Treyworth who has gone missing. Del¿s spouse insists his wife ran away with another man for France. Jane believes Treyworth is a liar and abuser. She blames Del¿s brother Christian Sutcliffe, Lord Wickham, for fleeing overseas while his sister was forced into an odious marriage. Inside she is shocked by the depravity she witnesses until Christian becomes her escort; she was unaware that ¿Lord Wicked¿ is back in London.<BR/><BR/>As they work together to find Del, Christian feels guilty that he was not there for his beloved sister when she was forced to marry by their detestable father and Jane fall in love. Each fears for Del¿s life as increasingly the evidence they find inside the Club points to foul play since other women have been murdered. As they continue their desperate search, they learn of four special club members whose abuse goes beyond the depravity of the normal couples who belong.<BR/><BR/>THE CLUB is an engaging erotic Regency romantic suspense starring two individuals who were in love as battling teens and remain in love as adults, but though they share the common goal of rescuing Del, they also remain combatants. The story line is at its best when a shocked Jane sees the goings on inside the Club. The investigation into the disappearance seems too easily resolved, but sub-genre readers will relish this page turner with a terrific final twist that is in the audience¿s face, but most if not all will not see it coming.<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

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