Lust

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Of old, humans and Faeries have dwelt side by side in parallel realms. Only the canniest mortals recognize the alluring creatures that often walk—and lie—among them.

The righteous Fae of the Seelie Court cherish an ancient quarrel with their Dark counterparts: a curse born of anger and deceit. The Unseelie Court will perish unless one of its princes can win a woman's love—honestly, without coercion…and love her wholly in return.

To halt the ...

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Overview

Of old, humans and Faeries have dwelt side by side in parallel realms. Only the canniest mortals recognize the alluring creatures that often walk—and lie—among them.

The righteous Fae of the Seelie Court cherish an ancient quarrel with their Dark counterparts: a curse born of anger and deceit. The Unseelie Court will perish unless one of its princes can win a woman's love—honestly, without coercion…and love her wholly in return.

To halt the slow demise of his people, Prince Thane—the embodiment of Lust—infiltrates the Georgian court to seduce his mortal inverse. Noblewoman Chastity Lennox is purity incarnate—a sensual prize well worth winning. But Thane's carnal quest proves more challenging than he ever dreamed.

No other has ever been able—or willing—to resist his erotic charms. Chastity's resolve is maddening…and intriguing. It makes him want her all the more. But how best to seduce one who truly seems above temptation? Discover her greatest weakness and become the intoxicating essence of her deepest, most forbidden desires….

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373605521
  • Publisher: Spice
  • Publication date: 1/18/2011
  • Series: Sins and Virtues Series
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 375
  • Sales rank: 1,464,156
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Charlotte Featherstone writes erotic historical romance, and historical romance for Harlequin Spice, and HQN Books. Her writing style has been described as beautiful, haunting, emotional and sensual. Charlotte lives on Lake Erie's North Shore in Ontario Canada, with her husband, daughter and two lovable but ill behaved dogs. Charlotte's website address is www.charlottefeatherstone.net

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"Your Highness, the time has come."

He knew it. Heard the wails for what seemed like days now, the resonance ringing in his ears. Not even here, in his private solar, was he free from the cries that seemed to haunt his court. Another howl, worse than the keening of a banshee, echoed through the castle, whispering through his blood and settling deep within his black soul.

The curse was upon them.

Niall, king of the Unseelie Court, son of Duir and the most powerful of the Dark Fey, stood before the enormous hearth with legs braced wide and hands clasped behind his back. Unblinking, he watched the orange flames engulf a blackened oak log, sending sparks sizzling up the flue and into the chamber. Another female scream rent the air; its chilling sound found its way once more inside him as he fought to show no outward emotion.

"Your Highness—"

"Who is the maid who struggles to bring her child into the world?"

"Gertrude, female of Irian."

Niall shut his eyes against the pain of knowing his cousin would suffer this night. Irian, despite his Elvish blood, or perhaps because of it, was his best warrior at court. It did not matter to Niall that his cousin was a Halfling Fey. Irian was loyal and trustworthy, and like a brother to him. More than the blood brother whom Niall had shared a womb with. Irian's mixed blood had never been of consequence to Niall, until now.

"It was a mistake to allow him within the inner sanctum," the seer of the fey growled. "He has incurred the Mother Creator's wrath, and now we shall all suffer."

Niall held himself still, breathing deep, willing his anger to tether. "It is not the Mother Creator who has cursed us, Gwynad, but my mother."

He heard the seer growl behind him. The tip of the old man's yew staff slammed against the gold tiles, but Niall ignored Gwynad's theatrics—no one cowed him, especially this wizened old mage.

"How did the female come to be at our court?" he asked, grasping at anything at all that might tell him she and her babe would be spared from his mother's hatred and the curse that shrouded his court.

Gwynad sighed and rustled forward, his velvet robe whispering against the floor. "The girl was a servant. Irian purchased her from a mortal. Thirty pieces of silver, and a blessing on the mortal's child."

"It seems an even transaction," he grumbled, despite the growing unease in his belly. The woman—Gertrude—had not cried out in the last few minutes.

Gwynad pressed closer, his voice a hushed whisper. "She did not want to come to the Unseelie Court despite Irian's assurance she would be treated like a princess. She tried to persuade the mortal to take her back, but then Irian and his crazed Elvish blood took over and he stole her, carrying her here as though he were god of the underworld and her an innocent maid.

"She was not willing, nor has she softened," Gwynad hissed, reminding Niall, not so subtly, of the curse his mother had placed on his court.

Irian loved the mortal. Niall knew that. But he also knew that Gertrude had never grown to love Irian. They were doomed, as was their babe. As was the Unseelie Court.

Suddenly the door to the solar was thrown wide, the thick oak ratcheting off the wall. Behind him, Niall heard the enraged breathing, smelled the scent of sorrow mixed with the sweet smell of death.

"She's gone."

Two words filled with gut-wrenching agony. Niall closed his eyes against it, steeling himself in opposition to the pain he heard in Irian's voice.

"Damn you, she's gone!"

Slowly Niall turned, bracing himself for what he would face. Draped over Irian's arms was Gertrude, limp and pale—lifeless. She was dressed in a white gown, from the waist down the snowy fabric was coated red. His lover's lifeblood dripped onto Irian's boots and puddled between his feet.

"She will be afforded a fey burial as though she were your wife, Irian. As you are a prince of the Dark Fey, she would have been your princess. She will be buried as such."

Niall looked up into the anguished face of his brother of the heart, willing Irian to look at him, but the warrior was consumed now, and the only thing Irian saw was his dead mate lying in his arms.

"What of the babe?" demanded Gwynad.

Irian growled, took a menacing step toward the seer, but caught Niall's eyes and steadied his raging blood.

"It is a boy. He's…alive. I do not know for how much longer. The mortal midwife says he has been born too early."

"Gwynad," Niall commanded, "fetch a woman to feed the child."

The old man looked at him as though he were mad. "We have not had a child born to this court in years, Your Highness. There is no milk to be had from our women."

"Then you have my permission to steal a wet nurse from the mortal realm."

"And bring more disaster down upon us?" the seer thundered. "Your Highness, I beg you. There can be no more stealing from the mortals. Our court is dying! We must find a way to break your mother's spell—"

"And what do you think I have been doing since I claimed the throne?" Niall roared in frustration. "Sitting on my arse, having a merry party? Is that what you think I do in here all damn day?"

The seer bowed and took a step back. "I know you have been searching for a way—"

"Enough!" Niall barked. "Gwynad, you will order two servants to take milk from the cow Farmer Douglas leaves out in the pasture for us to avail ourselves. I gifted him and his wife with a child through my magic. The cow is a tithe. Go now." He turned his gaze to Irian. "Let us bury her in our way, my friend."

A sob escaped Irian as he looked down into his dead lover's face. "She didn't want that, to stay here with me and our court. She begged me, Niall, as she saw her impending death, to free her. I…promised her I would."

Swallowing hard, Niall watched Irian sink to his knees, weeping over Gertrude's lifeless body. Not for the first time, Niall cursed his mother, the queen of the Seelie Court, for the spell she had cast. He cursed his father for allowing decades to go by without bothering to search for a way to lift the spell. But most of all, he cursed the day his mother had taken his twin and left him at this court to watch his people dwindle and die.

"Irian," he murmured, resting his hand atop his cousin's shoulder. "We will avenge her death. I promise you that. I will find a way to break this curse. You will find another woman, Irian—you will. And she will want you and desire you as fiercely as you desire her."

Irian looked up at him, his black eyes glowing like onyx through a veil of anguish. "We are all cursed, Niall. The court is dying. Despite the riches we have and the bounty of food in our trenchers and the comforts of our chambers, we are cursed. We have every material thing a fey could desire except the love of a woman and children to see to the survival of our race."

"I will break this damnable curse, Irian. I will do whatever it takes. I vow that."

Irian's face twisted from sorrow to anger. "Who will want us, Niall," he sneered, "when we are condemned by sin?"

Standing in his father's bedchamber, Niall pushed aside the cobwebs that had grown in the years since Duir's death. Inside this room, the secret to lifting the curse was hidden, Niall felt sure of it.

A shiver of abhorrence slithered along his spine as he looked around the untouched chamber. The room was cold and oppressive, like the man who had once occupied it. Despite its warm jewel-colored bed hangings and lavish pillows in velvets and silk, the bed, indeed, the entire room, felt like a tomb. This room had also born witness to the rape of the Seelie queen, as well as the conception of him and his brother and their subsequent births. These walls had witnessed the night his mother had fled the Unseelie Court, taking with her his twin who was the image of her Seelie self, leaving him, the image of his father, to grow up in the care of a man who became nothing short of a raving madman.

In this room was the tainted past, and hidden amongst its dark secrets was the way to end the curse.

He glanced at the massive bed, its ivory sheets twisted and trailing to the floor, and saw the image of the king, dying. Leaving Niall to rule over a court that had no hope. A court tainted by the sins of his father.

As if whispered through the threadbare bed curtains, he heard the curse murmuring around him, a reminder of what he already knew—the legacy of his mother's wrath. They might as well have been inked onto his skin, for those words and her spell were embedded into every facet of his being.

His mother. He looked to the portrait that hung above his father's bed. Aine was silver haired and violet eyed— he had her eyes. She was from the court of sunlight and gaiety, and his father, from the court of night and carnal sin. Duir's was a world of dark beauty and erotic sensuality, and his mother had been repulsed by it. His father hadn't cared. His lust was too strong, so he had stolen her from her bed while she slept and forced her to accept him. His father, in his misguided Unseelie ignorance believed that he could make her love him through sex.

But his mother had never softened. Just as Gertrude had never softened with Irian.

Aine's hatred and vengeance was complete against the dark court. No mortal or immortal could be brought to the court against their will and made to love a fey. They had to come of their own volition. They had to give their body and soul willingly. And it was for certain that no female would want him, or the other Dark Fey, once they discovered who they really were. Beyond their faery beauty lay the sins of the world. Lust, vanity, envy, gluttony…all seven consumed in each fey prince. Wrath was Niall's sin, and tonight it was simmering beneath his flesh. He wanted revenge—bloody and merciless—against his mother, his twin and the entire Seelie Court.

"Tell me how," he whispered hoarsely. "How do I make this right?" He hoped the spirits, either malicious or benign, who haunted this chamber would hear him. "Tell me how to lift this bloody curse and save my court from this black spot."

A whisper, barely audible, brushed past him. Movement near the bookshelf caught his attention. The fluttering of vellum edged in gold leaf flittered to the floor, making him press closer. By magic, the image of words in the ancient fey tongue appeared before his eyes, giving him hope for the first time since he had assumed the throne of the Unseelie.

Some by sin rise, and some by virtue fall…

Glastonbury, Somerset, England 1789, the Eve of Beltane

The tor rose above the village like a megalithic warrior, glinting in the sunlight. Atop the mysterious mound, like a stone needle penetrating the clouds, towered the remnants of St. Michael's Church. For centuries the villagers had said that Arthur and Guinevere were buried there. But others believed most steadfastly that the faery folk dwelt deep beneath the rippling green grass that resembled layers of plush velvet. It was said that underneath the grass, beneath the tor itself, lay a labyrinth of winding crypts—the magical path to the Faery.

On certain nights of the year, like tonight, the Eve of Beltane, the veil between the immortal and the mortal realm was thinned and the fey and all their beauty and magic walked unknowingly amongst man. But Beltane was not until twilight. Hours away, yet. They were free from the faeries. At least for now.

Casting an admiring glance at the mysterious and striking tor, Chastity, of all people, knew to believe in the tales of the Daoine Side. The Faery People.

Drawn to the tor as she was, Chastity gripped the handle of her wicker basket tighter in her gloved hands, as if grounding herself against the luring beauty that tried to bewitch her. The tor, it was believed, was the site of the Unseelie Court—the unholy court of the fey. Dark faeries, the Unseelie were. Enigmatically erotic, haunting, beautiful fey that corrupted a soul with all the unearthly, sinful pleasures that any human could ever desire. The Dark Fey and their wicked enchantments were everything that Chastity stood against. The deep-seated virtue within her balked at everything they were: lustful, tempting creatures who stole virgins away from their beds and ravished them.

She should not be intrigued by the tor, or the tempting idea of a magical netherworld that was the Unseelie Court. She should be repulsed. Terrified for her mortal soul. Yet the only time she ever felt the slightest bit of tingling in her woman's body occurred when her gaze lingered upon the sacred mound. Even now, as she strolled down the high street of Glastonbury with her sisters, her gaze was fixed on the tor. There was the faintest tingling in her body. She felt a touch warm, her thighs quivered slightly. Only the tor and the thought of the Dark Fey made her feel this way. Perhaps she felt the prickling awareness because they represented danger.

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  • Posted February 22, 2011

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    Lust (The Sins and The Virtues #1) by Charlotte Featherstone

    This book was hot and steamy! Intriguing from the start and well written. The beginning plot is nicely delivered. By page 20 you'll be completely consumed in what is unfolding. I especially liked the few Irish/Scottish dialect thrown in. the description of the book and series itself is quite fascinating. Two faery courts, the Seelie and Unseelie. questions the goodness inside of the Seelie. readers will soon find themselves questioning whether the Seelie is truly the bad guy and the Unseelie, the good. it's not your typical Paranormal Romance and may not be everyone's cup of tea. The book is primarily concerned with desires, internal struggles, and inner-character. One can expect a lot of description and mental-musing. The thrills and chills typically derived from high-octane action stories simply isn't here for the most part. It doesn't provide a lot of sex in this book but shares quite a lot sensuality. There was one sexual scene that contained a action & a climax and it was great. the whole concept of the Seven Sins and Seven Virtues...Amazing, to say the very least. The bad and the good fey. The pure ones and the tainted ones. Caught in the middle are the virtues and good and bad fey are doing everything in order to get them. What we end up with is a cast of interesting characters running in and out of each other's lives with dangerous plot twist, secrets and agendas. But overall a great read, this is a new author to me and I am looking forward to Rinion's, Vanity, novel next in the series.

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    Posted July 9, 2012

    Steamy!!!

    I got this book on my mp3. I have listened to it about 5 times, never gets old. I can't wait for the next book in the series.

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  • Posted December 25, 2010

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    fabulous erotic romantic fantasy

    The despondency of those at the Unseelie Court grows exponentially as the hopelessness is like a shroud burying the dark fey. The only chance anyone of the condemned Fey has is for their virtue to free them from their sin.

    Thane the Dark Fey knows his wickedness is lust. He has no hope of ever overcoming his depravity. That is until he is riding when he meets his virtue hope, Chastity. Stunned Thane knows upon first sight who she is and what she means to him. However, her father the Duke "sold" his daughters' virtues to the Seelie Court. When she meets Thane, she has the same heart-felt reactions as he does; a deep desire that he is it and a fear that he is it.

    The Sins and the Virtues erotic romantic fantasy is a fabulous tale starring a wonderful lead couple filled with Lust and love. The keys to the story line are the fully developed cast and the powerful interrelationships between them as this brings depth to a cross-fey romance. Sub-genre readers will appreciate Thane who has found his groove, but now has to find a way to keep her with him.

    Harriet Klausner

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    Posted January 25, 2014

    A disapointment

    I did not like this book. It seem to drag on.

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    Posted January 14, 2013

    Sexalicious

    This book got me so horney i love the rhe sex scenescall me if you feel horney

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