Lovely

Lovely

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by Kris Starr
     
 

They call me Lovely. But I know I am not.

Once I had another name. Now, as Angelique, I do what I can to please les messieurs. What would they say if they knew I felt no pleasure? To them I am wanton, insatiable. I alone know the truth.

So I am mystified by my reaction to my latest caller. Alexandre. Handsome. Well-bred. With an air of

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They call me Lovely. But I know I am not.

Once I had another name. Now, as Angelique, I do what I can to please les messieurs. What would they say if they knew I felt no pleasure? To them I am wanton, insatiable. I alone know the truth.

So I am mystified by my reaction to my latest caller. Alexandre. Handsome. Well-bred. With an air of innocence that intrigues me. And true pain in his eyes. A mere kiss on the hand inflames me as never before. In moments this man disconcerts me like no other, and soon I can think of nothing, no one else. And yet, he barely touches me.

I know my true purpose is to mend his wounds, but I wonder what lustful appetites are buried deep within him. I will do what I can to discover his secrets...

15,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781426890291
Publisher:
Carina Press
Publication date:
06/01/2010
Sold by:
HARLEQUIN
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
384
File size:
522 KB

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Paris, 1900

"Mam'selle Angelique?"

The one who stands nervously at the door to my chamber is, I am certain, close to my age—perhaps only slightly older. His long fingers clutch and curl awkwardly at the brim of his hat, and I cannot help but be amused. It is impossible for him to be a virgin, not in a city where men are wont to plunge their cocks into nearly anything that will move, so this is either his first dalliance outside of marriage, or his first time with someone like me. Perhaps both.

I smile and pat the empty part of the settee next to me, forever the coquette.

"Oui, Monsieur. Please, won't you join me?"

A sharp, wordless nod and this dark-haired boy-man closes the door behind him, crosses to me and carefully folds his tall length to sit upon the burgundy velvet. He lays his hat carefully on the seat beside him, and clasps his palms together. His hands seem strong and capable, and his fingers are long.

There is a long moment, difficult for him, I suppose, where I patiently watch and wait. It is necessary for me to gain whatever knowledge I can, to be able to judge precisely what I am to do. It is an art, this learning moment, and I long ago discovered it was in my best interest to listen to my instincts. They usually do not fail me.

He is handsome, this man-child. Clean-shaven, with a strong jaw and full mouth. Dark, unruly curls play atop his head and down his neck, and his expressive, guileless eyes are the same hue. The scent of wealth is on him, from his fine wool suit and clean shirtfront to his shiny black shoes. Whatever else I may say about him, he is well-bred. He does not immediately paw at me like some beast in heat, though perhaps that means nothing—others whom I thought to be men of dignity and honor would have barely heard the click of the door before their trousers were around their ankles and I was on my knees.

It seems I shall need to take charge this evening, but I do not mind. He is not the first to require it, and he shall certainly not be the last. Besides, his air of innocence intrigues me.

"Monsieur?" I ask. "What is your name? What may I call you?"

A flicker of a glance in my direction, and the flash of a shy, beautiful smile. "Alexandre."

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Meet the Author

Kris lives in the wilds of northern Canada with her daughter and science geek husband. She spends her time attempting to control household chaos, indulging her crafty side with various knitting, sewing and miscellaneous handmade projects, and creating stories for Carina Press and Ellora's Cave. Kris has been writing since the age of ten, beginning with a Nancy Drew–style mystery story featuring herself and a couple of her friends. Future leanings became clear, however, when she started penning naughty stories for high-school friends featuring Scott Baio, Rick Springfield or any member of Duran Duran.


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Lovely 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
kathirobbharris More than 1 year ago
Lovely by Kris Starr is an erotic novella. Velvety writing. Use of just enough period terms to suggest the past without over loading it. Rich and satisfying language. Sensual and seductive. The intimate scenes are lush and luscious. The emotions expressed between the Alexandre and Angelique feel real. The scene where they go to the Moulin rouge is wonderfully done. ris Starr is and erotic writer with exactly the right touch of romance. Here are a couple of quotes of her exquisite use of words. "...gemstone-colored silk. Gowns of vivid violet, ruby, emerald and sapphire flit here and there like exotic birds, the women preening for the gentlemen’s attention." "The timbre of conversation changes as our presence becomes known, from raucous amusement to intrigued curiosity, and the whispers create a low buzzing hum. I am, after all, Angelique, whether I like it or not." "You are the gentle dove in the gilded cage, Angelique. Yearning for a freedom that is nowhere near your grasp." I will read this again. When someone take words so lovingly and applies them precisely where they are needed it is true art . ~Kathi Robb Harris... author
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Andrea Monazzami More than 1 year ago
really short not worth it trust me i learned the hard way
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