Excerpt from Masquerade by Victoria Vale #Regency #Erotic #Review @eroticabyvicki



Title: Masquerade

Series: Book #1 in the Scandalous Ballroom Encounters series

Author: Victoria Vale

Release date: February 14, 2015

Genre: Regency era Erotic Romance

Formats: e-book only (Coming soon in audio)


Blurb: Scandalous Ballroom Encounters is a series of erotic romances set against the dazzling, opulent backdrop of the Regency era in London, England. Lords and Ladies were expected to behave with propriety during those times … but what happened behind closed doors, when no one could witness the debauched and lusty encounters between members of the nobility? Masquerade400x600

Margaret Seymour is bored by the stifling constraints of society dictating her behavior as a debutante in search of a husband. Her prospects are promising by the standards of London society, yet, not one of them causes her heart to flutter, or her head to fill with scintillating, forbidden fantasies. Those feelings are reserved for Camden Rycroft, Duke of Avonleah—a man who isn’t even aware of her existence.

While attending a scandalous Vauxhall Gardens masquerade, Margaret finds herself in the duke’s arms. His promise of a night of pleasure is tempting, but is it worth it when Avonleah is a known rake notorious for his short attention span and avoidance of marriage?

Camden Rycroft is intrigued by the masked vixen he encounters in the Gardens. After one night with her leaves him hungry for more, his desire for her turns into a fiery obsession. Despite the scandal that could ensue from their affair, he finds himself unable to extract himself from a situation destined to end in pain. When faced with losing Margaret to a potential husband, will he rise to the occasion, or risk living without her?

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When he turned to face her, he was confronted by her back. She’d turned away from him, pretending to inspect an ornate vase set upon a table that was a work of art in and of itself. The arrangement of flowers bursting from the top of it were lovely, but hardly worthy of her intense scrutiny. Camden grinned as he approached. She was trying to avoid conversation with him.

“Well, well,” he murmured, pausing just before the toes of his evening shoes touched the hem of her gown. “Miss Margaret Seymour, we meet at last.”

She tensed, her back going stiff. “Your Grace—”

“Camden,” he insisted, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

Your Grace,” she rasped through gritted teeth. “Please, this is quite unseemly.”

He stole a glance over his shoulder to ensure they went unseen. His broad shoulders all but shielded her from the rest of the room, and the others were too entrenched in their own conversations to notice them. He brought his hand up, allowing his fingers to trail from the nape of her neck, down to where her dress began, then further, tracing the row of tiny buttons running down the back of the garment.

“My name, love,” he murmured, his eyes fixating on the curve of her neck and almost-bare shoulders. “I want to hear you say it again, as you did the night we were together. You whispered it when I teased your perfect tits with my tongue. You moaned it when I tasted your sweet little cunt. You screamed it when I fucked you.”

She shivered as he shifted, just a bit closer. So close now, that his breath rustled the stray hairs caressing the back of her neck. Her shudder caused his cock to pulsate with painful insistence. The thrill of being near her again overcame his good sense and he lowered his head toward her, his lips brushing the back of her neck.

“Camden,” she mewled, swaying back toward him. The swell of her ass brushed against his crotch, almost crippling him.

He gritted his teeth and moved until he was beside of her and fought against the erection begging to be sheathed. “That’s better,” he growled. “Now, what have you done to yourself?” He pretended to inspect the arrangement as well, but studied her in his peripheral vision. Her milky white and pale green gown was lovely, yet hardly did her justice; not as the scarlet getup she’d worn to the masquerade had.

She frowned, turning her head a tick and spearing him with a confused glance. “I beg your pardon?”

“What happened to the vivacious little vixen I spent the night with?” he demanded, his voice raising a bit. “The one who waltzed with me beneath the stars and kissed me so boldly in public? The one who gave me one of the best nights of my life before running out in the morning without a nary a good-bye? What have you done with her?”

She squared her shoulders, avoiding his gaze once more. “You are mistaken if you believe the woman you met is the woman I truly am. I wore more than one mask that night, Camden. This is who I am. Miss Margaret Seymour, daughter of Baron Lisbroke and Lady Seymour. Prim and proper lady. For God’s sake, I am not even allowed to waltz in public yet.”

Camden heard the derision in her tone. The woman she claimed to be was not who she truly wished to be, that much was clear. “I don’t believe you,” he said. “I believe this mask—the one you wear now—is the true façade. It is no wonder I never noticed you. How could I, when you’ve hidden your true self away?”

She lowered her eyes to the carpet, though her shoulders remained squared, her head erect. “In case you hadn’t noticed, the ton isn’t exactly forgiving toward women who step outside the dictates of society—especially when one is not of high rank like, say, a duchess.”

He frowned at that. Damn her, she was right and now he felt like a bloody fool for the things he’d said. Of course she played the role of the biddable daughter and debutante. She could never make a good match otherwise. Although, now, if she did make a good match she’d have the devil of a time explaining her lack of virginity. While many women of the ton were familiar with ways of tricking their bridegrooms into believing they’d deflowered a virgin, Maggie did not seem the type to stoop to deceit.

Her dilemma wasn’t his concern. Not when she’d assured him that a night with him had been her deepest desire. If Cranfield was too dense to know the difference between a real maidenhead and a false one, then the man deserved what he got.

“Meet me tonight,” he whispered, ensuring once more that they went unheard. “You can be yourself with me, you know that.”

“I cannot,” she said. “The first time was a risk. To do it again would be …”

“The fulfillment of your wildest dreams,” he said, when she’d trailed off. “You confessed as much to me, remember? However, you did not allow me to prove my prowess beyond the one time we made love. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to straddle me and ride my cock? Or to rest on your hands and knees while I fuck you from behind, giving me the perfect view of that pretty little backside?”

She bit her lower lip and her eyes slid closed. “Camden, please.”

“Yes,” he murmured, “there will be plenty of that. Yes, Camden. Please, Camden. More, Camden. You want it, Maggie, and so do I. Come to me tonight.”

Her eyes flew open, darting as she seemed to think over his proposal. He held his breath. She was on the verge of capitulating, he could feel it.

“You can spend the rest of your life as a stuffy, boring, married lady if that’s what you wish,” he continued. “But before then, you should know what true pleasure is. Do something for yourself, something you truly want, before you’re forced to bend to duty.”

A breath of a moment passed between them before she replied. Her answer was a whispered, tortured sound. “Yes. I want that.”

He grinned. “Good girl.”


About the author:
Victoria Vale has written over two dozen Romance and Young Adult novels under various pseudonyms. As a lover of erotic romance, she enjoys nothing more than a sexy hero paired with a sassy heroine, flavored with a dash of spice and lots of heat. A wife and mother of three, she enjoys reading (of course), cooking, sewing … and other activities that aren’t appropriate for inclusion in a biography.

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My Review:

5 Stars!
I really enjoyed the first book in the Scandalous Ballroom Encounter Series. It is a bold and thrilling tale of finding one’s own way through life and not allowing anyone to make decisions for them. Maggie is a fierce and sassy heroine I liked a lot. Camden endeared himself to me with his rakish and charming ways. I loved these characters together, the smoldering passion that leaped off the pages and the excitement that there will be more to this series soon!!


Release Blitz [with Review]: The Mistress by Elise Marion

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Kings of Cardenas #4
By Elise Marion
Publication date: October 13th
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Once the courtesan of a prince, and then the wife of a king, Davina Keane now finds herself divorced, banished for treason, and sentenced to a life of loveless marriage to the man who aided her in her crimes. Now a penniless widow, she has sunk as low as could be and faces a life of pove

rty; prostitution being her only other option besides living on the street. Desperate to save herself, Davina makes one final attempt at forging a new life … by marriage to Rafe Rothwell. 

A widower and father of three, Rafe has been looking for a wife ever since his first one perished. It’s too bad no one will have him, as he and his children (known notoriously as the Racous Rothwells) have a reputation for being difficult to manage. He’s long given up his search when Davina Keane appears at his door, seemingly prepared to

take on the role. Though his needs are practical at first, Rafe finds himself faced with the truth: he wants more from her than just a manager of his home and hearth.

As an arrangement of convenience becomes something more, Davina is faced with the possibility of losing her husband over the truth of a past she kept secret when entering the marriage. Will love be enough to erase the mistakes of her past, or will they threaten to upend her newfound happiness?

Review: 5 out of 5 Stars
Secrets, parenthood, second chances, desperation and electrifying chemistry are intricately woven facets of Elise Marion’s latest release. Strong and determined characters, a journey of understanding, second chances and uplifting strength surround these multi-faceted characters that take a reader through powerful ups and downs and learning to live again. I enjoyed Rafe and Davina very much, they’re characters who jumped off the page and into my heart. Ms. Marion weaves such as an amazing romance, it was so fulfilling to read the first time, and I wanted to read it again right away. I do not read a lot of historical romances, simply because it’s not my genre of choice, but I absolutely recommend THE MISTRESS for all readers who love an awesome romance penned by a very talented author.
This book was provided to me by the author for an honest opinion, and I was not compensated in any way.

Davina approached and sank down onto the blanket beside him, laying on her side and facing him. “What a lovely day,” she said, propping her chin on her hand. “Don’t you think?”

He nodded. “Very much so. I cannot thank you enough for what you’ve done for Beth. I’ve never seen her so happy about the way she looks.”

“It was my pleasure. The poor girl just needed a little help to see that she is really quite attractive. I hope you don’t mind, I allowed her to use a small amount of cosmetics. I used a light hand.”

Rafe grunted. “So, that’s why her eyes looked so bright.”

Davina laughed. “Just a bit of kohl and some rouge on her cheeks, Rafe. I certainly wear more on occasion.”

“You don’t need to,” he said, unable to stop himself from reaching out to touch her face. “You are quite perfect without them.”

He’d expected her to smile, but she did not. Instead, she inched closer to him on the blanket, tilting her head invitingly. His throat constricted tightly, cutting off his air supply, and his stomach churned madly. Did she have any earthly idea what she was doing to him?

“Beth,” he whispered at her very blatant invitation for a kiss.

“She’s busy,” Davina murmured and Rafe knew there was no escape. Beth showed no signs of turning around to spy on them and was quite engrossed in making a daisy chain. “Please Rafe,” she said softly. “Kiss me again, like you did before.”

Rafe’s eyebrows wrinkled. “I’m not sure I know what you mean. How did I kiss you before?”

She sighed and closed her eyes, inching closer until her breasts were nearly pressed against his chest. He cradled her in one arm, his hand resting at her hip.

“You kissed me as if I were precious and fragile. You kissed me as if I meant something to you. No one has ever kissed me that way.”

He smirked and tweaked the tip of her nose playfully. “Have you been kissed much, Davina?”

Her eyes flew open and the sadness in the depths of her eyes was unmistakable. “Yes,” she answered honestly. Why shouldn’t she have been kissed many times? A woman with her looks must have had men fawning over her for most of her life. “But none of them ever took the time to mean it the way you did.”

That did it. The fragile chord of his control snapped and he closed the distance between them, pressing his mouth to hers insistently. She met him with a soft moan, a strangled cry of satisfaction as he kissed her with everything he had. The soft yet coarse rasp of her tongue against his set him on fire as he consumed her, giving her everything she’d never had in a kiss, showing her what he knew it should be. That he was the first—perhaps not the first to kiss her, but the first to make it count—filled him with a sense of primal satisfaction. She sighed and panted against his lips, her body squirming restlessly beneath his as he brought one leg over hers and pressed closer, his hips now against hers.

As their bodies met, he groaned and the sound was a duet with her breathless whisper.


His eyes flew open and he looked at her, struck by the pure desire he saw on her face. No woman had ever looked at him that way and it made him feel large, like a conquering hero. Her hero. Her eyes told him that she was his, that she would surrender to him willingly and purposely. It was a heady feeling.

“We are to be married tomorrow,” she said breathlessly. He could only nod in response. “Will you make me wait another night to make love to me? Or shall you take advantage of my unlocked door tonight?”

Speechless, Rafe swallowed, the sound noisy in the quiet glen. He was suddenly intimidated and aroused all at once. No, his mind screamed, no I will not make you wait another second! Yet, fear settled in and left him afraid. As much as she enthralled him and as much as he wanted her, she terrified him to no end. Could he truly take from her body, and give of his, without opening himself up to more pain and heartbreak? Things would have been so much simpler if they’d stayed within the agreed parameters of friendship.

She brushed her lips against his and smiled. “I will wait up for you,” she said, her deep, throaty voice rich with promise.


Author Bio:EM
I first picked up a pen with with dreams of writing at the age of 12. I’ve been writing ever since and have found a love of romantic stories both sweet and sensual.

I am a woman with two jobs. My first job consists of taking care of home and family, which includes a busy Army husband, two rambunctious kids, and two very active dogs. When I’m not doing that I’m stretching the imagination with stories of people from all walks of life (and worlds) falling in love.

I love coffee, chocolate, music (listening and singing), shoes, jewelry, and food! I am always in the kitchen whipping up something new or watching the pros do it on TV.

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