Known only to a select few, these inscrutable men are bound by dangerous desires and enigmatic pasts. They are the Sinners Club. . .
Within the circles of British intelligence, Benedict, Lord Keyes, is known for his cold brilliance and strict military demeanor. Yet this icy exterior masks a man of smoldering passion and scorching sexuality who will do anything to keep his past a secret. . .
Miss Malinda Keyes refuses to be intimidated by Lord Keyes. In fact, she enjoys a good battle, especially one of erotic wiles and carnal cunning. Determined to expose his lordship's past, she will use every wanton weapon in her arsenal to tease and tempt this sinner into the ultimate sensual surrender. . .
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Tempting A Sinner
By Kate Pearce
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2014 Kate Pearce
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County of Lincolnshire, 1827
Benedict, Lord Keyes, drew his horse to a halt in front of the dilapidated gates of Alford Park, his ancestral home, and considered his options. He wasn't quite sure why he was here, but the unsigned letter from a well-wisher had sparked his interest. In his profession, once he was on the trail of something, he never gave up until he'd achieved his goal, or caught his man. Or in this case—possibly his woman.
As he turned into the overgrown drive, he noticed smoke belching out of one of the lopsided Elizabethan chimneys. So his source had been correct about one thing. The ramshackle house was definitely inhabited. He doubted his father had forsaken his mansion in Mayfair and decided to take up residence in the county of Lincolnshire. There was no political advantage to be gained here, or anyone to bully. But if his mother's latest missive was correct, and not merely a ploy to force him home, the current Marquis of Alford was suffering from a mysterious ailment that kept him tied to his bed.
From what he remembered of the family history drummed into him as a boy, this decaying manor house had once been the seat of his family's power when trade was with Europe and wool was king. In truth, it resembled a castle rather than a house, ready to repel marauders with its stone towers and partially filled-in moat. The locale was desolate now, and from his observations as he rode north, the population scarce.
The faint sounds of a barking dog reached him from inside the house. He straightened in the saddle and checked that his pistol was primed and ready. This might be his home, but it always paid to be careful. The noise increased in volume as he made his way along the main facade of the timber-and-stone house toward the stables at the rear.
A window swung open above him. He swiveled in the saddle toward the sound, bringing his hand up as the sun struck the multifaceted panes and reflected right back in his eyes. The crack of a rifle shot came a second later. Still blinded by the sun, he could do nothing to stop the shock of pain and the blackness of unconsciousness slamming into him and sending him pitching forward onto the ground.
"Oh my goodness, Mally! You've killed him!"
Malinda lowered the shotgun and took a deep, steadying breath. Despite the fact that she was trembling like a willow tree, she'd enjoyed aiming at the man coming down the drive as if he owned the place. Even though, officially, he and his family did.
"I aimed at his shoulder, not his heart, Doris. I've merely incapacitated him." She handed the gun over to Jim, the stable hand, and observed the man on the ground. "He'll get up in a moment, I'm sure of it."
She advanced a step, her sister on her heels.
"He's not moving. What have you done?" Doris whispered.
Malinda walked right up to the apparently unconscious figure and used the tip of her riding boot to roll him onto his back. Even in repose, he was still a handsome devil. Blood stained the upper left side of his immaculately fitted blue coat and was spreading rapidly. His hat had fallen off to reveal the thick corn blond of his hair.
"He's alive. Otherwise he wouldn't be bleeding."
"You're so callous!" Doris moaned and fell to her knees beside the unconscious man. She drew out her lace handkerchief and dabbed ineffectually at his shoulder. "Perhaps he hit his head when he fell."
"That's very likely." Malinda looked behind her at the small audience now gathered by the side door into the hall. "The window distracted him perfectly, Gwen. Will you take the horse around to the stables, and ask Mr. McFadden to take care of it, but keep it hidden?"
"Yes, Malinda." Unlike her sister, her cousin, Gwen, showed no signs of squeamishness as she stepped over the unconscious man and took hold of the horse's slack reins. "Do you want me to help carry him inside when I come back?"
"No, Jim and Malcolm can take him upstairs before he wakes. You can meet me there." Malinda glanced back at the two men. "Bring him up to the crimson bedchamber, please." She raised her voice. "And remember, if anyone asks if we've seen him, we have not."
Doris moaned again, but she didn't say anything. That was all Malinda could hope for at this particular moment. She knew her sister didn't like her plans for Lord Keyes, but when challenged had been unable to come up with anything better. Justice would be served and Benedict, Lord Keyes, would pay for his sins and the sins of his father whether he liked it or not.
By the time the men carried Keyes up to the already prepared crimson bedchamber, he was stirring. She instructed them to lay him on the large four-poster bed, and dismissed them to their usual duties. As soon as the door closed behind Jim, she lifted the red velvet bedcovers, withdrew an iron shackle, and locked it securely around Keyes's right ankle. She hoped it would hold him. The chain was old and looked rather rusty in places. It was the best she could manage without going into the village and asking the blacksmith to make her something he would probably wonder why she needed.
She checked his pockets and retrieved a pocketknife, a dagger, his purse, and a very handsome and very lethal pistol.
As soon as his eyes fluttered open and fixed on hers, she raised the pistol. He blinked at her very slowly and licked his lips.
"Where am I?"
"You fell from your horse."
His right hand came up to his left shoulder and he groaned. "There's no need to point a gun at me. I'm scarcely in a position to hurt you."
"So you say."
His head fell back onto the pillow and she wondered if he'd swooned again. Without opening his eyes, he murmured, "I promise not to hurt you if you do me a favor in return."
"You're scarcely in a position to bargain, sir, are you?"
"Oh, this is quite an easy favor."
"I doubt it." Malinda tightened her grip on the pistol, but her captive made no effort to reclaim his weapon.
His blue eyes opened, and she tensed.
"Am I considered dangerous?"
His brow creased. "What am I supposed to have done?"
"That's a question for your conscience, sir. None of us are without sin."
"But I'm trying to understand why I'm bleeding, and why you're holding me at gunpoint. Have we met before?"
Oh, she wanted to shoot him now. "What do you think?"
"That's the problem." His smile was charming. "I can't seem to think of anything at all."
She scowled at him. "Don't try your tricks on me."
His hand moved gingerly up toward his head. "I'm not." He winced. "Damnation, this is ridiculous. I can't even remember who I am."
Malinda stared at him for a long moment, but he closed his eyes and appeared to lose consciousness again. The door behind her opened. Gwen came in carrying a basin of water and Malinda's medicinal supplies.
"How is our patient?"
Malinda waved at Gwen to speak softly. "He says he doesn't know who he is."
Gwen came to stand alongside her and stared down at the quiet face. "He did hit his head. Perhaps he really doesn't remember anything." She glanced at Melinda. "Does that make our task easier or harder?"
"It depends on whether he's lying or not." Malinda rolled up her sleeves. "Let's attend to his wound, and make sure he doesn't die before we have a chance to confront him with his misdeeds."
"How are we going to get him out of that coat?" Gwen stroked the sleeve. "It is beautifully made, and clings to him like a second skin."
Malinda smiled and produced the knife she'd just taken from Lord Keyes. "I think we're going to have to cut him out of everything, don't you?"
"The poor man will be quite naked."
"And thus unable to run away."
Malinda slit his right sleeve and soon had him out of his shirt, waistcoat, and coat. She was gentle as she moved across to his left side and eased the blood-soaked garments away from his skin. He stirred in his sleep but didn't awaken. She paused to examine the wound that marred the perfection of his upper arm. From what she could see, the bullet hadn't lodged in his flesh, but had passed through, not hitting the bone, and exited through the muscle at the rear. She would have to make sure no strands of fabric remained in the wound, but otherwise it looked as if he would survive.
"I told you I was a good shot."
"I never doubted it," Gwen said. "After all, you practiced enough."
"As I said, I didn't want to kill him, merely incapacitate him a little."
"Then I think you succeeded in your aim—unless he really doesn't know who he is."
Malinda concentrated on washing out the wound and patting some basilicum powder onto the skin. She accepted the bandage Gwen offered her and slowly wound it around Keyes's upper arm and shoulder. Now that his injury had been satisfactorily attended to, she couldn't help but notice how well he'd grown into his frame and how little weight he carried around his middle. He reminded her of one of the king's racehorses, all fine bone and fast thoroughbred mettle.
"Should we take off his boots and breeches?"
Malinda tore her gaze away from the interesting contours of Keyes's abdomen. "Yes, we should."
Gwen paused as she noticed the shackle around Keyes's ankle. "Is that really necessary at this point?"
Malinda's sense of well-being dissipated. "Trust me. He's as slippery as an adder and twice as dangerous." She turned to Gwen. "Don't let his good looks and pleasant manners deceive you. This man is a survivor. He and his loathsome family will stop anyone or anything that gets in their way."
Gwen touched her hand. "It's all right, Malinda, I won't let you down."
She tried to smile at her favorite cousin. "Then don't let your guard slip for a moment. I'll sit by him until he wakes up, and see if his 'memory' has returned. If it has, he should have no difficulty recognizing me this time."
"Are you sure?" Gwen picked up the bowl of water and the bloodstained clothes.
Malinda smoothed down the unbecoming folds of her oldest brown dress. Had she changed that much? If she had, it was Keyes and his damned family who'd caused it. At some level she'd imagined that the moment he locked gazes with her he'd remember her, he'd remember it all....
She shook off the old memories and concentrated on the present. She held Lord Keyes captive in his own family home. This time, the odds were in her favor, and she intended to win.
Keyes came awake into a haze of pain and darkness and immediately knew he wasn't safe and that someone was watching him. Had he been captured again? He inhaled the scent of lavender and his confusion increased. A soft hand touched his forehead and then withdrew to be replaced by the blessed coldness of a wet cloth. He sighed and attempted to open his eyes. Something was very wrong, and he didn't know what it was. Instinct told him to remain silent, but he couldn't remember why.
"Where am I?"
"You're quite safe."
He knew that sultry, low-pitched voice, but when had he last heard it? Yesterday, today, ten years ago?
"Where am I?" He repeated his question.
"In bed. You fell from your horse and damaged your shoulder and head. Are you in pain?"
He choked back a laugh. Was he in pain? How could she even ask him that when he was shivering and whimpering like a child?
"I have laudanum to give you."
Thank God. He hated the stuff, but he was beyond that now as agony sliced through his shoulder. He moved restlessly against his pillows eager to dissipate the pain but just made it worse. The woman raised his head so that he could drink the laudanum from a spoon. He took it gratefully, murmuring his thanks and allowed her to settle him back on his pillows.
Heat flared through his fingers and burned down his spine and he moaned as sweat gathered on his brow. Her hands on him again, stripping back the covers and pressing cold, dripping sponges against his burning skin. He no longer had a sense of time, only that he had to survive this agony because if he died now, he'd die not knowing who he was, or how he'd ended up in this place, and that was simply unacceptable.
The voices changed and he could no longer sense if that was due to his fever, or that more than one woman was caring for him. Only one of them was distinct, she held him to life, her voice a puzzle he needed to solve.
He woke into darkness, the soft glow of candlelight and the crackle of a wood-burning fire. With some difficulty, he turned his head on his pillow, and spotted a small dark-haired woman sitting beside the bed. She was reading something, her shoulder turned to the light, and her spectacles perched at the end of her nose. He must have made a sound because she looked up, a smile breaking out on her pleasant face.
"You are awake! Are you thirsty, sir?"
Without waiting for him to answer, she came over, picked up the mug beside his bed, and offered it to him. He managed to grasp the cup with his right hand. To his chagrin, it proved impossible to gather the strength to raise it to his lips. With a soft sound, the woman helped him, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and her hand around his and the cup.
"There you are, sir. Drink as much as you need."
He discovered he was extremely thirsty and gulped down the entire cup. She refilled it and he drank more until, with a sigh, he sank back onto his pillows.
His voice sounded rusty with misuse. How long had he lain in this unfamiliar bed?
"How long have I been here?"
"About a week. You fell from your horse and developed a fever from your injuries." His helper put the cup down and fussed with his bedcovers and pillows.
She smiled at him and hurried toward the door. "I must tell the others that you are feeling better!"
With that, she escaped, leaving him to the comforting crackle of the fire. He looked around the room, noticing the closed red velvet curtains and the matching hangings on the four-poster bed. It was obviously a fairly wealthy household; the ceilings were high and the furniture ornate. There was also a sense of disuse—as if time had stood still and the trappings of a previous generation's grandeur had never been replaced. Something nagged at his brain, something familiar, but the thought vanished before he could latch on to it.
Tentatively, he sat up, wincing as his fingers grazed the goose egg on the side of his head just above his ear. He'd definitely fallen from his horse. His fingers found the edge of a bandage, and he inhaled sharply and studied his shoulder and upper left arm. He recognized the hot, tearing sensation of a bullet wound beneath the bandages.
But why had he been shot?
He took another look around the room. He wasn't on the Continent. He had a vague sense that England was no longer overtly at war with France, so this wasn't the result of a battle. The woman who'd tended him had also been English. Anxiety tightened his gut. He attempted to swing his legs out of the bed only to realize he couldn't. With all his remaining strength he threw back the heavy covers and discovered he was completely naked apart from the shackle on his right leg.
With a groan, he fell back against the mound of pillows. He didn't even have the energy to test the strength of the metal. A soft click announced the opening of the door and the return of the woman who'd helped him drink the water.
"Oh, dear, sir, you must be cold!" She drew the covers back over him. "Please try not to set back your recovery with such foolish tricks."
"Where am I?"
She looked at him, her gaze attentive. "Don't you know?"
"Ma'am, at this point in my existence, I don't remember anything."
She cocked her head to one side. "Not even your name?"
He considered that. "No."
"You did bang your head quite badly." She was all sympathy.
"My cousin is going to bring you up some nice broth."
"Ah, here she is now."
The door opened again, and he stopped speaking as a tall auburn-haired woman entered carrying a tray. She bore herself like a queen and had a certain air of authority that made him think she was the mistress of the house, and potentially the one who'd planned to keep him chained to his bed. Or was it her bed?
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Love kate pearce, this series, and all her epic novels.
Tempting a Sinner was another great offering from the very talented Kate Pearce, and I'm so happy to finally find out what was going on with Lord Keyes! Pearce takes us on an interesting journey of mystery and intrigue that left me guessing throughout the entire book as to what exactly was going to happen with these two next. I have to say that I absolutely loved this passionate reuniting of lovers that were torn apart by lies and deceit at a very young age. Benedict Keyes has been estranged from his wife Malinda Rowland for over eighteen years. Upon her mother’s death, she embarks on a journey back to England to figure out who killed her father and exact her revenge. When matters take an unexpected turn, Malinda requests Benedict’s aid and she decides to take drastic measures to capture the Lord’s attention. Passion doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel these two share. They have amazing chemistry, and I adored that both characters were so very strong. Each scene was better than the next, and Kate proved to me once again that she is a master of historical erotic fiction. Now once these two lay all their cards out on the table, it is anyone’s guess whether the relationship between them will survive all that stands in their way. Tempting a Sinner was a wild and very sexy ride with the perfect amount of suspense, romance, and eroticism. Not only was it exceedingly well written, but it was also a sinfully delightful read as well. I did find that it tended to drag on a bit in some areas, but the ending is where I think this story could have used a bit more. It just felt a tad bit rushed, and Keyes was a bit too accepting of what Melinda revealed she had been hiding the entire time they were together. I would have liked to see that more fleshed out, but other than that I really did enjoy this read so it was just a minor snag to me. I’m definitely looking forward to the next book, so I’m eagerly awaiting what is going to happen with Alistair and his disreputable brother. If you are looking for a captivating read with tons of passion and intrigue, then I definitely suggest that you give this series a try. *I received a review copy from the author/publisher via NetGalley in exchange for my honest review.*
Erotic, suspense filled historical romance. Malinda and Benedict have a past that comes together again in the present. Malinda has her reasoning behind the action she takes against Benedict. There are some questions that could be answered but are left for you to guess about but the delivery is there. Pearce puts together an erotically charged suspense filled historical romance that gives just the right touch of what it promises. This'Sinner Club' read gives some MM, MF, variations of menage, bondage, spanking . . .Hell could we get a little more. If more is what you want you need to continue on with the series. I just do not see Pearce as being a disappointment at any point in future reads for this series. If you are a historical romance reader take this series for a spin. ARC from NetGalley, thanks.
Tempting a Sinner, Kate Pearce Review from jeannie zelos book reviews I'd not read the first book, but it seems a series where the characters are connected but each book is complete, I like those so requested this novel. The Sinners Club, aptly named it seems, as anything goes there...whatever type of sexual attraction or fantasies one has Sinners will let it play out – within reason of course, so long as no-one gets harmed. We meet Malinda ( Mally) and her half sister and her cousin to begin. They're staying at a country estate when Mally shoots a visitor. He falls and suffers a memory loss. Turns out it's Lord Benedict and Mally knows him well....though she doesn't tell him or anyone else that, and she and her cousin have some carnal and erotic moments with him until his memory returns. The story then turns to London and the Sinners Club, when Benedict and Mally return there. Both have secrets they want to explore, and the answers they get bring them into danger, but along the way there's plenty of explicit sexual adventuring. It's a well written read, lots of sexual moments though I didn't find them all particularly sensual. Sometimes sex becomes just that – sex without any real meaning, just the act and I need emotion attached to make it sensual. Just me again – not everyone feels that way. Mally was a fine lead, protective and a lady out to find answers, not wail and weep and wait for them to come to her. I liked that about her, I don't enjoy those simpering, TSTL heroines. Ben, full of secrets, partly from his profession, partly from his inclinations and the time period. He seemed controlled and almost cold in actions to almost everyone, but Mally manages to rile him up every time. Of course they don't do anything as easy as share their secrets with each other but play them out slowly revealing as little as necessary. There's sex and romance, love and lust here but it didn't really work that well for me – the secrets and danger elements added to the drama, and were in keeping with the time period. Overall its a good book, a decent one off read for me, but not one I'd re read. Stars: Three. ARC supplied by Netgalley.
Secrets are plentiful in this second installment of the Sinner’s Club, I must admit I am a huge Kate Pearce fan she is wonderful at combining a page turning story with wonderful characters and steamy sex. Benedict has been a mysterious figure in previous books and finally some of his secrets are revealed. Malinda returns to England after the death of her mother and soon she and Benedict are in the middle of solving the mystery surround her father’s death which occurred years ago. These two both have lots of secrets to hide but are perfect together in the bedroom, willing to experiment and willing to include others in on the fun. If you are looking to heat up your summer even further I highly recommend this sexy read. Honest review given in exchange for copy from Net Galley.
Known only to a select few, these inscrutable men are bound by dangerous desires and enigmatic pasts. They are the Sinners Club. . . Cold Calculation Within the circles of British intelligence, Benedict, Lord Keyes, is known for his cold brilliance and strict military demeanor. Yet this icy exterior masks a man of smoldering passion and scorching sexuality who will do anything to keep his past a secret. . . Sultry Satisfaction Miss Malinda Keyes refuses to be intimidated by Lord Keyes. In fact, she enjoys a good battle, especially one of erotic wiles and carnal cunning. Determined to expose his lordship's past, she will use every wanton weapon in her arsenal to tease and tempt this sinner into the ultimate sensual surrender. . . Review: Mrs. Pearce's devilishly decadent mind is at work again creating a story that draws you in and keeps you wrapped this world of drama, intrigue and passion. We seen Lord Keyes, Benedict throughout many previous stories in this series and in the House of Pleasure series and now he finally gets his own story. I love how this story is interwoven with so many other of Mrs. Pearce's other stories, we have had glimpses of happenings from Lord Keyes story in those other books and they have always left me wondering about him. For a long time I thought Benedict was probably the most misunderstood character in this story(s). To me he seemed so rigid and uncaring, but now that we are presented with his story, you can see how he has been hurt and it has affected his life. I really like Malinda, she has got balls! After leaving Benedict 18 years ago in secret (and no I am not giving it away, read it yourself), she comes back and within the first few pages of the book she shoots Benedict and shackles him to her bed, all the while trying to convince him that he is a whore she paid for...lol Their relationship is battleground of sex and strong wills. I loved this story, not only for its sexual decadence (and Kate writes some hot scenes) but it is full of mystery and intrigue as we try to find out why Malinda left, who is trying to kill her now and who killed her father. I am so glad we got to see beneath Benedict's facade and that Malinda is a perfect foil for him. Have your fan handy, this is a scorcher! 5Stars