The Seduction of Viscount Vice

The Seduction of Viscount Vice

by Nicola Davidson

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ISBN-13: 9781633759237
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 05/01/2017
Series: Fallen , #3
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 125
Sales rank: 99,234
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

New Zealander Nicola Davidson always adored words, romance and history, so writing historical romance was a logical career progression...er, eventually. After completing a communications degree and journalism diploma she left to teach English in Taiwan and travel through Asia before returning home to work in television. Jobs in tertiary education, local government communications and print media followed, but the lords and ladies in her head wouldn’t hold their peace a moment longer and so began the years of professional daydreaming. When not chained to a computer writing wickedly sexy, witty and twisty turny stories, Nicola can be found ambling along a beach, cheering on the champion All Blacks rugby team or driving her nearest and dearest batty with her history geekisms, chocolate hoarding and complete lack of domestic skills.

Keep up with Nicola’s news on Twitter (@NicolaMDavidson) Facebook (Nicola Davidson – Author) or her website www.nicola-davidson.com

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The Seduction of Viscount Vice

The Fallen Series


By Nicola Davidson, Kate Brauning, Ashley Hearn

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2017 Nicola Davidson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-923-7


CHAPTER 1

London, 23 June 1814


One more. Just one more question about his lack of a spouse, and he would put his fist through a fucking wall.

Gritting his teeth, Lord Iain "Vice" Vissen continued his social rounds of the secondary ballroom at Fallen, the exclusive London pleasure club he co-owned with his closest friends Lord Sebastian St. John, known as Sin, and Lord Grayson Deveraux, known as Devil. Sin managed the staff and Devil all the financials; but right from the start, Vice had managed the floor. He produced and performed in the sexual shows and themed balls, and also ensured every club member's comfort and enjoyment. Yet even as this evening's Midsummer Night pagan extravaganza appeared a tremendous success, for the first time he wished he were anywhere else, just to escape the meaningful looks and pointed interrogations.

It never used to be this bad. But with Sin marrying his beloved Grace, then Devil and his estranged wife, Eliza, blissfully reconciling, now half the fucking ton had turned their matchmaking gaze on the lone straggler of the trio: Vice. The grande dames weren't even treacle-coating their comments anymore. He was a too-dedicated bachelor. Too inclined toward liaisons of a short duration. Worst of all, too raw and hot-blooded — which actually meant just too Scottish.

Ha. The plaintive wail of the delicate Sassenach. Scots were warriors. Always had been, always would be. That was fact. And until his dying day, no matter what soil he stood on or the company he kept, he would never dishonor the Highland blood that flowed strong and true through his veins. If it meant he never found his one special lady, well, that would have to be that. Besides, it wasn't like his special lady existed anyway. Wellborn, marriage-minded women tended not to set their cap at men who cared little for politics or war, craved the applause and admiration of theater roles, were painfully detail-obsessed perfectionists, and oh yes, loved frequent bouts of public fucking.

Soul-deep happiness was for a lucky few. And that number did not include him.

"Vice! Yet another triumph of party perfection, darling. How do you do it?"

Startled out of his musings, he bowed to a masked countess possessing ample curves, a come-hither smile, but regrettably, ebony hair. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads he would — and did — enjoy with abandon both onstage and off. But if she had black hair, or worse, black hair and sky-blue eyes, he wouldn't bed her for all the guineas in England. The last thing he wanted was any memory of the past, and what a mindless, trusting fool he'd been as a younger man.

"Well, my dear." Vice took the lady's hand and brushed his lips over it. "I am always inspired to outdo myself by a beautiful woman. But this evening is far from perfect, unfortunately."

"Poppycock," she simpered. "It couldn't be improved upon."

Laughably incorrect. The urns weren't quite in a straight line, the right-side bonfire had two more orange silk flames than the left, there were four silver cake forks with a faint smudge, and the sugar-dusted apple tarts still weren't on the damned dessert table. "If you insist. I must say, I can't see how his lordship ever lets you out of the bedchamber looking as delectable as you do. Never seen such a naughty, er ..."

"Rose fairy," she purred. "But not naughty, sweet as honey on the tongue."

Honey. Dessert. Apple tarts. Christ Almighty, why weren't they out on the table? It was literally impossible to find good staff in London. He might as well do everything himself.

"Hold that thought." Vice squeezed her hand. Perhaps once he'd resolved the dessert matter, he could break his ebony-hair abstinence. The countess had claws, and he was more than ready for a rough, hot ride. "I'll return shortly, but I have an issue I must see to. Don't leave and break my heart, now."

Expertly weaving his way through the crush while smiling, shaking hands, and kissing cheeks, he finally found Nell. The sprightly, no-nonsense lady had been Grace's maid-companion and now assisted with event preparation. She directed staff with the nerve and bark of a general, and he quietly adored her.

"Nell, if you could stop ogling naked men for a moment, where the hell are the apple tarts? I specifically ordered them out a quarter hour ago!"

The silver-haired woman smiled calmly. "Well, well, if it isn't the bear with a burr in its paw. You really should —"

"If you say find a wife, you're gone. Unemployed. Out on your rump."

"I was going to say visit the toy room, get some oil, and uncork your bottle. You're far too on edge, poppet. Besides, I'm hardly going to judge anyone's unmarried status, am I?"

Vice scowled. Bloody woman, bringing truth and logic to a sentiment fight. "Perhaps. But every part of me is primed to perfection and in fine working order. Unlike your staff."

"I don't know what your complaint is. The apple tarts are out. I held the door for a footman carrying them myself."

"Then why, pray tell, aren't they on the dessert table?"

"What?" Nell glanced over at the refreshment area and frowned. "Oh. Wretched temporary staff. They never work out. I'm surprised you hired a beginner like Murray for such an important event."

"What are you blathering about now? I never hired any temporary staff for tonight, beginner or otherwise."

"But the footman ... he said you did. As a favor to a friend. He was outfitted in our livery."

Vice froze as every hair on the back of his neck stood at attention. "Really?"

"Yes, really." The growing anxiety and anger on Nell's face spelled doom for the lad if she caught him. "Why, that little bastard. Swindled his way in good and proper, then."

"Indeed," he said slowly, his tone belying the fury surging through his body. "So we have a spy in our midst. Do you think from the church, perhaps a reformer? An heir attempting to win a bet? Or something more sinister?"

"Hmm. The lad had a cockney accent, but that could have been false. He was fresh-looking, no jaw shadow or brawn to speak of. Rather tall, perhaps up to your chin. White wig, blue eyes. Perhaps spying on someone's behalf?"

"I see. Well then, I guess it is time for me to corner our wee intruder and ask him a few questions."

Nell folded her arms and shook her head. "Pah. String him up, you mean. Or dip him in syrup and stake him atop an ant hill."

"Lady, your mind is a dark and frightening place. If I were thirty years older, I'd propose immediately."

Her lips twitched. "Cease your blathering and go. I expect a full report."

Vice nodded and strode away.

Ducking into an antechamber, he reached out and slid his fingers beneath a nondescript candelabra resting on a small side table. With a faint click, a door opened and he leaped up the narrow stairs two at a time until he reached a small room, unfurnished except for a stool and a telescope. After swiftly fitting the telescope to a carefully carved-out space, he began to scan the ballroom.

"Where are you, you pox-ridden parasite?" he growled, his gaze leaping from footman to footman.

Rage bubbled like a volcano ready to erupt. The sanctuary of Fallen had been breached. And the cunning alley rat wearing a uniform sewn in the house livery suggested a great deal of forward planning: a close study of fabrics, trim, and style. No way in hell was this a prank or a protest by some militant churchgoer ...

Vice's search came to an abrupt halt.

There.

Nell's description had been sufficiently detailed, bless her. The bastard in question hadn't set down his tray of apple tarts on the dessert table as ordered. Instead, he ambled around the ballroom offering them to guests, the perfect cover to spy. Was he employed by one of the scandal sheets? There did seem to be a certain watchfulness about him, his gaze resting too long on both the guests and his surroundings.

Well. He'd be getting a story, all right. The story of how a scrawny lad disguised as a footman had invaded Fallen, was discovered, and had ended his night in an East End alley with two broken legs. It wouldn't matter what excuses or bribes he offered. Vice had heard them all from whining aristocrats who had scaled balconies and trees, worn fake masks, even pretended to be laborers just to get inside.

Fallen was a haven for its owners and members, a place to enjoy every pleasure in absolute luxury, safety, and discretion. And no way in hell was anyone, let alone a sniveling, wet behind the ears, fucking Englishman, going to get away with violating that.

The lad had been clever and lucky so far.

But his luck was about to run out.


* * *

She was playing the role of her life.

Smiling in triumph, Mairi MacNair barely resisted the urge to dance a solitary reel. Her bold and reckless plan to disguise herself as a Fallen footman — and discover firsthand what made the legendary English pleasure club the best — had succeeded. After weeks of traipsing behind real footmen to observe their mannerisms and livery, crouching behind trees or pretending to clean carriages just so she could spy on the lavish Portman Square townhouse, she could report back to her employer, Yvette du Bois.

One month ago, they had arrived from Paris because Yvette's popular gentleman's club, Worldly, was being elbowed out by newer, richer, and better-located competition. They had planned on reopening the club here in London as soon as possible. Unfortunately, Mairi's discoveries could mean delays. The stories they'd heard didn't begin to describe the reality of Fallen; the establishment owned by three men appropriately named Sin, Devil, and Vice was pure elegance and splendor. Thick Aubusson rugs lined the hallways, the walls were done in cream silk, and the paintings looked like they belonged in a museum. As for this Midsummer-Night-themed ball, it was as professional as any theater production she'd seen: an enchanted forest with deep green foliage, giant silver urns of flowers, silk-flamed bonfires, and a raised dais displaying two velvet-covered gold thrones.

But her efforts would be worth it. Yvette had promised a handsome reward for detailed information. No longer would Mairi be desperately lonely, always behind the scenery attending to props and costumes like she had for ten years at the previous Worldly. No longer would she be stifled, forced to obey the house rules that insisted she be an invisible nobody. Instead, she would be the leading lady, strutting around in wickedly scandalous costumes, seducing the audience into lauding her with bouquets and applause and coins, experiencing the heady rush of being pleasured in public. But most of all, if Worldly was a magnificent success, her debt to the woman who had saved her life would finally be repaid.

"My lady? Will you have some more champagne?"

Mairi almost stumbled at the question, then laughed at her own foolishness. Of course the other footman wasn't talking to her. He thought she was a lad. They all did. Not only was her livery an exact replica, her uncommonly tall, slender figure made the disguise even more believable. Besides, she had discarded her title long ago. Airs and graces neither paid the bills nor kept a stomach full, and they were rather superfluous for a Scottish earl's ruined and forgotten daughter.

"Ooooh, is that one last apple tart I see?" said a high-pitched feminine voice. "Come here, boy, let me divest you of it."

Inclining her head, Mairi walked over to the enviably curvy and dark-haired woman dressed as some sort of fairy. "Here you go, ma'am. Fresh from the kitchen and right nice."

"My favorite," the woman said with a sigh, snatching it up and taking a large bite.

"Is there anythin' else I can do for you?"

"Well, you could share a little gossip about Vice. There'll be a coin for your trouble."

Damnation.

Panic flared. Though she'd spent countless hours sewing her costume and spying on footmen, she knew few intimate details about the three owners. The talk in Paris had been mostly club-related — the startling level of erotic excess, the variety, the secret membership list, and the glamor. All things greatly appreciated by the French. "Er ... not sure what you mean, ma'am."

"Don't be coy. I'm not spying for the scandal sheets, and I'm not angling for a wedding ring. I already have a husband. What I want to know is the man behind the nickname. I believe Vice is finally going to be mine later this evening, and it must go well. What does he enjoy besides fucking onstage? Perhaps toys as Sin does, or being caned like Devil?"

Mairi's lips twitched. People were ill-informed to use words like puritan and frigid and dull when describing the English. "I am ... not at liberty to say."

"Bah," the woman said with an irritable sigh. "Off you go, then. Someone else will know all about that strapping Scot."

"Have a pleasant evenin'," Mairi said, before lowering her head and hurrying toward the kitchen entrance. She didn't have all the information she needed, but if Vice was Scottish, it was time to flee. Under no circumstances could she bump into a man who might know —

The thought disappeared in a rush of terror as a large hand clamped over her mouth and something unforgiving and metallic jammed harshly against her side. A pistol!

Mairi struggled hard against her assailant as she was dragged into a side room, but whoever it was might have been made of cast iron for all the good it did. "Lemme go, ye clunch-headed dandiprat!"

"So, the alley rat speaks. But I would advise you to drop that fucking appalling false accent, laddie. It is only irritating me further, and I'm already itching to put a bullet in you."

She froze.

After ten years absence, the pure lilt and burr of the Highlands would steal anyone's senses. But her sudden dizziness and frantically thundering heart signaled far more than a yearning for home. She knew that strong, deep voice. But it couldn't be him. It couldn't be.

"Dunno what yer talkin' about, sir." She kept her gaze resolutely on the floor as her mind turned to mud. "Just tryin' to do me job and I bloody well get grabbed."

In the blink of an eye, she was shoved hard against a wall, the pistol muzzle buried in her ribcage. "I warned you about the accent. Now. You have precisely one second to look me in the eye and tell me who you are and who you are working for. Begin."

Oh God.

Mairi shuddered, tears burning her eyes as an agonizingly familiar scent tormented her senses. Heat, and the light sweat of physical labor. Whisky. An herbal-blend cologne. The delicious combined fragrance that had enveloped her just once before — the day she deliberately surrendered her virginity to the young man she'd loved beyond all, but was forbidden to have. The young man she had used to end an unwanted betrothal and then abandoned.

"I ... er ..." she mumbled as long-suppressed memories clawed her mind. The cornered young lady she'd been, willing to do anything to escape her fate. A sweet and awkward viscount, two years her junior, who for some unknown reason thought her the most beautiful woman in the world. The way he had kissed and stroked her for hours, gaining in confidence and expertise. Learning how to make her come again and again, before settling her onto a soft woolen rug and filling her completely as the sun warmed their naked skin. He was even bigger now — unlike most men, a good head taller than her — with broad shoulders and chest, muscled thighs outlined to perfection in tight breeches, and a steely strength she could feel in the powerful grip that trapped her.

"Fucking answer me, laddie." His hand slid up past her collarbone to encircle her throat. "And it better be ... Christ! I'll be damned. You must forgive my lapse in manners. Fucking answer me, lass."

His grip had loosened, his tone softened, and yet she knew the danger had magnified tenfold as her lack of an Adam's apple revealed another level to the deception. Now her only hope was to somehow brazen it out, to hide the regret and sheer longing twisting her stomach into knots. This would truly test her potential stage mettle.

Mairi took a deep breath, lifted her head, and looked him straight in those captivating hazel eyes. "Hello, Iain."


* * *

He couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. And he was probably hallucinating.

Staggering back a step, Vice threw the uncocked pistol down and rubbed a hand across his face. But the tall, slender figure of Lady Mairi MacNair remained in front of him.

"Mairi," he said hoarsely, unsure if he'd be able to utter anything coherent beyond her name. Fierce, wild joy surged through his body. She was alive. The only woman he'd ever loved hadn't died in Paris as her parents had claimed. She was here, in his home, and even more beautiful than he remembered.


(Continues...)

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The Seduction of Viscount Vice 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
Anonymous 19 days ago
Lord Iain 'Vice" Vissen is a co-owner of a sex club called Fallen and is the star of the club's sex shows. One night he realizes that a rogue footman is actually the woman who broke his heart, Lady Mairi MacNair. She was born an Earl's daughter but is now a seamstress and is spying on the Fallen so that she can start her own sex club and be the star of the sex show. This book was a short novella and I usually don't like novellas because of a lack of character development and plot. This was a fast, hot read and I did get to see the story of Mairi and Iain's previous encounter but I didn't believe they were in love after their tumultuous parting and being reunited after 10 years. I believed in the lust, not love. I think this would have been a better full length novel for more time for the love to develop.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The plot and characters could have carried as a regular erotic romance.
Historical_Romance_Lover More than 1 year ago
It was fun watching Iain and Mairi reconnect. The bantering between them had me laughing out loud! This was a great conclusion to the Fallen series!
AFOX0 More than 1 year ago
Wickedly delicious, fun and sexy This is my first time reading from this author and so glad I took a chance because I was pleasantly surprised. I love erotic historical romance and Nicola Davidson does not disappoint in The Seduction of Viscount Vice. This novella-length story is a second chance at love, a fun plot rich in characterization, wit, and dialogue. And I also found it to be titillating and deliciously wicked. Lady Mairi MacNair was rumored to have died in Paris ten years ago when she escaped Scotland with her loyal manservant. All this to avoid an unwanted betrothal. So it goes without saying how surprised Lord Iain Vissen, “Vice”, is when he confronts a counterfeit footman on the ballroom floor of his pleasure club, revealing none other than Mairi MacNair. Her tight breeches hardly hiding how tall and graceful she is, a figure he could never forget. Iain and Mairi are childhood friends. Iain was smitten by Mairi when he was seventeen, and both lost their innocence and their hearts to each other. But Vice felt betrayed afterwards when Mairi never arrived for their planned tryst. He would not know the real truth behind the hasty departure, until now. Mairi never forgot Iain, the man she loved but couldn’t have. In the ten years she had lived in Paris, her work as seamstress and designer in a brothel helped pay a debt to Madame Yvette. Along with her trusty servant and his lover, Ramsey and Olivier worked for the brothel. Their recent relocation to London involved a little competitive spying on Iain’s pleasure club in readiness for opening Madame’s new club. The Seduction of Viscount Vice is pure entertainment and imagination. There is an element of kinky in this story as we learn Vice, as well as Mairi, are quite the exhibitionists. The thrill of performing on stage is the ultimate sexual exhilaration, and these two compliment each other perfectly. Ms. Davidson did a great job, and I recommend this book for fans of historical romance who like their stories plenty steamy. A copy was provided by Entangled Publishing via NetGalley. I received and voluntarily reviewed an ARC of this book.
Maria-Rose More than 1 year ago
The Seduction of Viscount Vice by Nicola Davidson is the third steamy historical romance novella in the Fallen series, set in a London pleasure club. It is a lusty second chance story, with themes of exhibitionism and playacting taking center stage. Iain 'Vice' Vissen has seen his two club co-owners 'Sin' and 'Devil' find true love, but the woman whom he gave his heart (and body) to as a young man fled an arranged marriage with another man and broke Iain's heart in the process. Thinking her dead (as her parents had announced), he's startled beyond words to discover Mairi MacNair in his club, posing as a footman! Mairi fled her home with her manservant Ramsey (a gay man), both of them escaping a hideous future. She'd always kept a piece of Iain in her heart but had no choice but to head to France, where they became indebted to their eventual employer Yvette who had a pleasure club of her own. Yvette has moved them all to London, in hopes of starting a new club there. Mairi's dream is to be on stage, so playing the role of male footman to spy on Fallen is all part of her acting practice, though discovering that her ex-lover Iain is one of the owners is a shock to the system. If Yvette's plan succeeds, her club will be in direct competition with Iain's, making Mairi and Iain rivals. Discovering their long lost passion is easy – but will Mairi's secrets ruin their second chance? This is a fun, and very sexy read, which is not surprising since the setting is a regency sex club! It's not particularly in-depth historically speaking, but the time period is accurately portrayed in terms of dress and culture. Vice is responsible for the erotic plays that are carried out at Fallen and takes much pleasure (in more ways than one) in developing and acting in them. (Pirate themed seductions are particularly well liked by the crowd). As it turns out, his long lost love Mairi also has a penchant for exhibitionism and costumes so they are well matched in that department. Their reunion at Fallen leads to several scenes between them where they explore these kinks. But Iain is wary of giing his heart away again for good reason. Plus these two are both stubborn Scots! The conflict in the story leads to some rocky times but those quickly give way to a very happy ending for the couple. I enjoyed the scenes with Devil and Sin and their partners, as well as Iain's younger sister Helena (whom I hope to see get a book of her own!). If you haven't picked up the series yet, the first two are equally enjoyable reads, and I recommend the series for historical romance readers who like to spice things up!
MoniqueD More than 1 year ago
THE SEDUCTION OF VISCOUNT VICE (Fallen #3) by Nicola Davidson Out 1 May 125 pages NG md2011 SSBR The Midsummer Night Ball is under way at Fallen, the naughty pleasure club, and one of its owners, Lord Iain Vissen, better known as Vice, has had it of everyone asking when he will get married. His friends and associates have found their better half, but Vice hasn’t. Or rather, he had found her ten years ago, and lost her. Vice is too unsuitable for the ton’s marriage-minded mamas, and also “too Scottish”. Vice is in charge of the staff and the sex performances at Fallen, in which he also participates, he is pacing the floor when he notices a male employee he doesn’t know, and it’s a woman, Mairi MacNair, his long-lost love! Mairi has just come back from Paris, and she’s spying for her boss Yvette, who intends to open a sex club to rival Fallen. I had not even finished reading The Devil’s Submission, the previous book, that I was eagerly anticipating THE SEDUCTION OF VISCOUNT VICE. I generally don’t like too much sex in historicals, but here it’s the purpose of the exercise, and it works splendidly! Vice is an amazing character: he is bold, brash, scared of nothing, rather crude at times, and oh so very Scottish, and I loved that he reverted to Gaelic only when his feathers were ruffled. He is also a perfectionist, he’s rather OCD, and that was a wonderful touch because his obsession with every little detail was very entertaining, and had me chuckling a few times. Mairi and Vice’s story was really terrific, and the novella could easily have been at least 100 pages longer, because there was a lot more to be said. Ms. Davidson is a superb writer, and again the prose is luminous and elegant, the dialogues absolutely splendid and tailored to every character, and I got the sense of movement when Vice was rushing about: THE SEDUCTION OF VISCOUNT VICE is a very visual experience, if I may say so of a book. Vice and Mairi have a devastating backstory, and again, had it been longer, it could have been explored further. I knew it was a short read, but Ms. Davidson is so talented, it would have been a cinch to expand the story. Anyway. The secondary characters are drawn sharply and concisely, and the sex scenes are scorching. I was a bit surprised that there weren’t any of Vice’s performances at the club, maybe again because of the length of the novella. I hope Ms. Davidson will write Helena’s story, Vice’s younger sister, because she definitely has potential! I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book. I give 4 ½ stars
etoile1996 More than 1 year ago
the third installment of the racy regency fallen series, the seduction of viscount vice, turns its lens on the third co-owner of london's most wicked and most celebrated, house of sinful pleasures. it all starts when iain vissen discovers mairi macnair has infiltrated his staff, he is beyond stunned. he'd been told she was dead. he'd loved her. she broke his heart. mairi is equally horrified to have come face-to-face with a man she had used pretty callously. she knew he loved her, but she was about to be forced into an engagement that she couldn't tolerate, and so she staged a scene that would result in her banishment from polite society. making love with iain on that wild scottish moor had been eye-opening. she'd learned what she desired most of all was to have sex while on display. a kind of exhibitionism that was frowned upon by society in general. and she's not really had a chance to enjoy her desires freely. since escaping to the continent she's been serving as an unpaid maid and seamstress to yvette, the spoiled and lazy frenchwoman who is planning to open a club to rival fallen. and who has promised mairi a starring role in their opening production. for some reason, mairi is too grateful and too blind to see how this woman is taking advantage of her and clearly has no plans to allow mairi to be anything but a seamstress. this is somewhat frustrating because mairi is strong and independent and capable pretty much in every other aspect of her life. she is a worthy adversary to iain. she keeps him on his toes. and the chemistry between them is explosive. and when they realize that they actually share the same kink? well, it's kind of unstoppable. the plot here gets short shrift because of the short format, everything seems to spiral out and then back into submission rather quickly. but it's kind of nice because in the end, the kinky owners of fallen all find their perfect matches, and london society as always enjoys the scandal. **the seduction of viscount vice will publish on may 1, 2017. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (scorched) in exchange for my honest review.
Ajgray More than 1 year ago
I received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review. This is a well written and highly erotic love story. Iain and Mairi's love endured a 10 year separation when she leave England to escape an arranged marriage. There were obstacles they had to overcome but finally came together. I would recommend this book along with the previous Fallen books. They will not disappoint.
Ajgray More than 1 year ago
I received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review. This is a well written and highly erotic love story. Iain and Mairi's love endured a 10 year separation when she leave England to escape an arranged marriage. There were obstacles they had to overcome but finally came together. I would recommend this book along with the previous Fallen books. They will not disappoint.
TammyS32 More than 1 year ago
This is a fast paced read with plenty of steam. Lord Vissen aka Vice loves running his pleasure club, when he catches a spy trying to learn Fallen’s secrets to success. When he discovers that the spy is the women he once loved and left him, he plans to get his revenge. I liked the chemistry between Vice and Mari, the story has plenty of drama and held my interest throughout. I looking forward to more in the series.
BookReview4you More than 1 year ago
'The Seduction of Viscount Vice' by Nicola Davidson is book Three in the "Fallen" series. This is the story of Lord Iain 'Vice' Vissen and Lady Mairi MacNair. I have read the other books but feel this can easily be a standalone book. Mairi and Vice have met about 10 years ago when they were both young and innocent. Mairi was trying to get out of a marriage and ended up using Vice. Vice and Mairi did 'enjoy' each other but then Mairi disappeared. Vice was told that she had died and it had broken his heart. Now in the present day Mairi is working to become a leading lady instead of a behind the scene seamstress. To do so she is trying to spy of the Fallen Club to get information for the new club her boss is wanting to open. But Vice catches her spying on his club and he is shocked to find she is alive and well. Which now opens him up to getting back at her for tricking him all those years ago...not to mention stop her from spying. This was a really HOT romance and a great second chance at LOVE! "My honest review is for a special copy I voluntarily read."
TamWindsor_69 More than 1 year ago
This is my first Nicola Davidson novel, and I am an instant fan! This had everything I crave in a Historical romance with all of the delicious naughtiness of erotica. I devoured this in one sitting, because I just couldn't put it down, and it was more than worth the lost sleep! This was a sexy, seductive, satisfying story of second chances. I have GOT to go back and read the first two in the series, now! *I received a complimentary ARC of this book from NetGalley & Entangled Publishing, LLC in order to read and provide a voluntary, unbiased and honest review, should I choose to do so.
repsgoddess More than 1 year ago
The Seduction of Viscount Vice by Nicola Davidson is Book 3 of the Fallen Series. With a second chance theme, this sultry historical romance will take you on a heart-tugging journey as a dead lover is discovered to be alive. Secrets and lies are brought to the light as their undying love resurfaces and the never-doused flames of passion between Iain and Mairi blaze forth as they attempt to find their way forward. Will they capture their desired future or will all be lost? Sorry, but no spoilers here; you must get this fantastic read and find out for yourself! Please note that an ARC was generously provided in exchange for an honest review of which this is both honest and completely voluntary.
CyrMath5 More than 1 year ago
I received this book from NetGalley in exchange for an honest opinion. I enjoyed the book. It takes place in 1814 and the two main characters are Mairi MacNair and Vice (Iain) Vissen. Vice owns a Pleasure Club with 2 friends and Mairi is spying on them to learn what she can about their club to help her employer with the Pleasure Club they are looking to open called Worldly. In exchange for the information she is supposed to be given her chance at being a performer instead of a seamstress. The only problem is that Mairi knows Iain from her childhood and he thinks she died long ago until she is standing in front of him. The story continues but eventually changes and turns into something more between the two. I don't want to give away the story but have to say I enjoyed it. It's a bit hot and very descriptive but I did enjoy it. Anyone that enjoys that type of book will enjoy this one.
AmyBosica More than 1 year ago
The Seduction of Viscount Vice was a quick, yet sexy and sinful read. I was honestly surprised by just how naughty this book was for a historical romance. I thought the characters were interesting and their history had me intrigued. I enjoyed the push and pull between our two main characters and couldn’t wait to discover what had happened in the past to lead Mairi away from Vice. For a novella, I think this story packed a lot of punch. I loved the secrets and lies. I loved the chemistry and romance. I loved all the sexy good times. If you’re looking for a quick and totally sexy historical read to get lost in for a few hours, I’d definitely recommend checking this one out. This is my first book by this author and I would definitely be open to reading more from her in the future.