Blaize Minshom is the rich, arrogant leading man you love to hate until you discover he's stolen your heart somewhere in the previous pages.
Jane Minshom hasn't seen her husband in seven years and she's decided it's time to rectify that situation and win back her husband's heart. Unfortunately, Blaize isn't interested in being won. He tries to push Jane away as fast and as far as possible and what better way than to drop her head first into his decadent and provocative lifestyle of bondage and sex?
To his suprise, Jane shows fortitude and an affinity for the lifestyle that is shocking and exciting on a level Blaize isn't willing to examine too closely.
Simply Insatiable is a very hot love story between an unlikely hero and heroine. Kate's writing is beyond good. There is a reason she's known is some circles as the queen and she will leave you with a satisfied sigh as you turn the last page.
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Here is an except from SIMPLY INSATIABLE. Warning: M/M action. Rated R
Chapter One
London 1819
He’d made a fool of himself.
Over a man.
Lord Minshom raised the bottle at his elbow, drank deeply, then carefully set it down again. He licked the brandy from his lips and tasted his own defeat and humiliation at the hands of that upstart, Lord Anthony Sokorvsky. A man who’d had the nerve to walk away from him—from him!
All of London was whispering about how his former sex slave had forsaken him for a woman. Minshom smiled bitterly in the direction of the fire and exhaled, feeling the tug of recently healed bone. At their last meeting, Sokorvsky had punched him so hard he’d ended up unconscious at the bottom of the stairs with two cracked ribs. Luckily, Robert had been there to drag him away before Sokorvsky and his nauseating lady love had descended the stairs to gloat over him.
Minshom picked up the bottle again and drank until there was nothing left. And it wasn’t as if he was ‘in love’ with Sokorvsky. He didn’t love anyone, didn’t believe he was capable of it anymore. All his sexual encounters were exercises in power, opportunities to show that he was still at his peak and able to subdue or seduce anyone he wanted.
Yet Sokorvsky had found the balls to walk away from him. And for the first time in his life, despite his threats, Minshom had given up the pursuit and allowed his former lover to follow his heart. He grimaced at his own saccharine choice of words. Was he slipping? Was he losing his touch?
“My lord?”
He turned his head toward the door of the oak-paneled study, blinked at the blurred outline of his valet and occasional secretary, Robert Brown.
“What?”
Robert came farther into the room. His dark red hair glinted in the meager candlelight, the only spot of color against his pale skin and somber black attire.
“Would you like to retire for the night, sir?”
Minshom held out the brandy bottle. “Get me another one of these.”
Unlike most of his staff, Robert held his ground and didn’t even duck.
“I’ll get you more brandy if you take it up to bed with you, how’s that?”
“Go to hell.”
“I’m already there, sir; I’ve lived with you for far too long. You’ll have to think of something else to threaten me with.”
Minshom raised an eyebrow and threw the bottle toward the marble fireplace where it shattered into a million glittering fragments and almost put the fire out. “Get me my brandy, damn you.”
Robert sighed. “I’ll go and get someone to clean that up, sir. I wouldn’t want you cutting yourself.”
“Leave it.”
Robert hesitated, his brown eyes fixed on Minshom’s. He was in his early thirties, had come to Minshom Abbey as a stable boy and had stayed with his master ever since.
“Sir…”
“Come here and kneel down.” Minshom pointed to the rug in front of him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go upstairs? Anyone could come in.”
“And see you sucking my cock? I’m sure they’ve all seen that before.”
Robert looked resigned, but he did as he was told and came to kneel in front of Minshom. He eyed Minshom’s groin.
“After the amount you’ve had to drink, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get a rise out of you, sir.”
“You’d better try hard then, hadn’t you?”
Robert sighed again and undid the buttons of Minshom’s placket, pushed aside his underclothes to reveal his half-erect cock. Minshom reached forward to slide his hand into Robert’s thick pelt of auburn hair.
“Make it fast and hard, make me come.”
He closed his eyes as Robert’s warm mouth closed over his shaft and began to suck and pump his flesh. He hadn’t been back to the pleasure house since his injury. The discovery that Sokorvsky’s woman was Madame Helene’s daughter hadn’t helped either. Would he ever go back there? Was it time to move on?
Coward.
He could almost hear his father saying it, the way his lip would curl, the sting of the beating he would no doubt get for his impudence in begging for the punishment to end. He dug his fingers deeper into Robert’s hair, heard his valet draw in a hurried breath and suck faster. Perhaps he hadn’t completely lost his ability to make men sexually serve him after all. But then he and Robert had always been simpatico.
A slight commotion in the hallway below registered through his drunken arousal. He wasn’t expecting guests and had told his damned butler to deny anyone who inquired. He had no desire to see the glee in his so-called friends’ eyes as they recounted yet more gossip about Sokorvsky and his new love. To be fair, he’d liked Marguerite Lockwood, had felt an unexpected stir of interest in his loins despite his refusal to fuck women. She’d reminded him of someone…
The disturbance was getting louder, rising up the stairs, coming closer. The agitated sound of his butler’s voice and the clearer high tones of a woman. What in damnation was going on? Robert stopped sucking and tried to raise his head. Minshom shoved him back down again.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
He didn’t bother to turn his head as the door flew open and his butler started apologizing.
“I’m sorry, sir, she refused to leave and…”
And sure enough, his vision was filled with an apparition from the darkest recesses of his personal hell.
“Good evening, Robert, good evening, Minshom.”
Minshom kept one restraining hand on Robert’s head. He used the other to wave the butler away and waited until the door shut behind him before addressing his visitor.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Visiting you?”
“I didn’t give you permission to do that.”
She raised her eyebrows and took off her bonnet, holding it at her side by its wide blue ribbons. Her long brown hair was neatly parted in the center and drawn back into two coiled braids over her ears. At first glance, she still looked far too young to be anyone’s wife, let alone his.
“I don’t believe I need your permission to visit my own house.”
“It’s my house. Don’t you remember? When you married me, everything you brought with you became mine.”
“How could I forget? You’ve always been very good at making me feel like a possession.”
He met her clear hazel eyes and smiled. “And yet, here you are. Where you are not wanted.”
She sighed. “Can we stop this? I need to talk to you.”
He glanced down at Robert. “I’m busy. Make an appointment with my secretary and get out of my house.”
She regarded him for another long moment and then turned on her heel. “Fine, I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning when you are sober.”
He closed his eyes as the door closed behind her, waited for the front door to slam as well and heard nothing. Dammit, where was the woman going? He sat forward and hissed as his now-flaccid cock caught on Robert’s teeth.
“Sir…”
"What?”
He glared down at his valet who was busy wiping his hand over his mouth.
“Was that her ladyship, sir?”
“Yes.”
“Did you finally send for her?”
“Of course not!”
Minshom shoved his seat back and stood up, waited for the room to readjust itself to his unbalanced drunken gaze. Where the hell had Jane gone? Surely she hadn’t had the audacity to stay and bed down here for the night? He’d made it quite clear he wanted her off his property. Minshom started for the door, almost tripping over Robert in his haste.
The marble stairway was dark, and Minshom paused to listen. A door closed upstairs and he set off again, following the faint trail of lavender soap Jane always left behind her. He was aware of Robert tracking him, but at least he had the sense not to speak.
Minshom passed the door into his own suite and kept going down the hall. A faint light gleamed under the door of the room next to his. He entered without knocking and found his wife kneeling in front of the fireplace encouraging a wisp of smoke to ignite the kindling.
“I told you to get out.”
She rose slowly to her feet and faced him, her expression as mulish as he suspected his was.
“I am not going anywhere.”
You can read more of the first chapter here.
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I love Kate Pearce...especially the Simply series.
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