Welcome to Maison Plaisir, a pleasure house for the spirits and otherworldly beings. Where one innocent encounter binds three souls to eternity…
Introvert and shy Isabelle Beaumont is being pressured by her family to find a future son-in-law, and soon. Or her family will choose one for her. Their current candidate is a jackass who took her virginity and broke her heart years ago, a man she loathes to the bone. Trapped, Belle resorts to hire a male escort in order to get her family off her back. She hears a discreet, barely legal establishment in a Folsom building provides just about that.
Armand Shah, the Duke of Seventh Realm is due for a bride. He has no interest in taking one until he sees fragile petite Belle innocently wander into Maison Plaisir. The problem is his cousin and the youngest prince of the throne, Hervé De Silvano, is also hot for her.
Competing with his cousin Hervé is only half the work since Belle doesn't believe that otherworldly beings are real. Belle might have her doubts, but when two Fae lords are hell-bent on staking a claim to her, their seduction is far too great for a mortal woman to resist…
Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex scenes.
General Release Date: 18th April 2011
“Oh, you’re a human.”
The elegant, mature hostess who introduced herself as Madame Chabert eyed her with sheer curiosity. Isabelle Beaumont stiffened, feeling uncomfortable from being scrutinised like a rare artefact by some nosy curator. And what the hell did she mean by ‘you’re a human’? Of course she was a human. Who did Chabert think she was?
The hostess chortled when she saw the expression on her face. Her mellifluous voice echoed through the deserted lobby of . “No need to frown. I’m just surprised you’ve made it here at all.”
“I’ve been here before.” Belle shifted from foot to foot while anxiety knifed her gut-deep. “A few months ago. But everything looks different now.”
“Oh?” Madame Chabert’s expression changed as if she’d just realised something. “I forgot tonight is a waning moon. But I still can’t figure out how you were able to walk past the barrier.”
Waning moon? Barrier? Belle shook her head. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Never mind, dearie.” Madame Chabert dismissed her lightly. “It’s fate that you’re here. Now, what can I do for you?” She motioned Belle to follow her into a private sitting area.
Belle sat on one of the fancy chairs, studying her surroundings. Mason Plaisir had gone through some drastic changes. The last time her best friend Lisa had dragged her here, this lobby looked like something that came from The Matrix movie set. Chromed walls plastered everywhere. LCD screens with flashing binary codes had graced every available space while deafening industrial music pounded from the speakers.
At that time, Belle had only stayed in the lobby for a few minutes before she’d decided to ditch Lisa. Belle had thought they were going to a nightclub or something, and she certainly hadn’t thought would turn out to be a sex club. Actually, it was more than just a sex club. was the best-kept secret S&M club in town, hosting the most beautiful and talented pro dommes and doms. At least, that was what Lisa had told her. Belle didn’t stick around long enough to find out if the rumours were true. The moment she found out what was all about Belle had chickened out and ran.
It felt like irony that months later she’d decided to come back here. She was desperate. She needed to rent a date and was the only risqué establishment she knew. She was green in the naughty department and couldn’t gather her courage to call a local escort agency. Especially when her situation demanded secrecy. If her date couldn’t keep his mouth shut, the charade she was about to perpetrate would doom her to a lifetime of hell.
Belle examined her surroundings with wonder. From the fancy wallpapers and painted ceilings, to the elaborate woodworks and trims that festooned all the walls, resembled a museum rather than an S&M club. Even the hostess herself looked like somebody from the cast of Pride and Prejudice. Madame Chabert was dressed in a black silk ruffle shirt adorned with a big ruby cameo on her neck. Her black hair was swept upward in a tight bun. Her tight bodice accentuated her impressive hourglass figure and her long skirt swept the floor when she walked. Elegant. Refined. Classy. Belle remembered ’s last hostess wore a red latex catsuit and five-inch stilettos.
Madame Chabert settled herself in a wingback chair across from the coffee table. “What do you wish for pleasure tonight, Miss…?”
“Isabelle Beaumont. I need a date. Probably for several weeks. I heard you can help me with that kind of service.”
Chabert’s eyebrows shot up. “A semi-permanent engagement. That can certainly be arranged. What is your preference?”
“A man, of course.” Belle said it a little too quickly. A nervous laugh followed. “I don’t really care about the overall appearance. Actually, I need a fake boyfriend. Someone I can show to my family for a few weeks to get them off my back.”
“I see.” Madame Chabert didn’t look surprised that Belle wasn’t looking for a whipping master. “We can arrange that as well.”
“How much do you charge for that?”
“Now, now, dearie.” Chabert twirled a finger. “Since you’re interested in a long-term engagement, you should discuss the payment directly with your choice of associate. We’re only facilitating the match-making in this matter.”
Hello, my name is Lizzie. I'm a simple gal, love watching TV, playing guitar, and enjoying chocolate and spicy food. I have been writing as long as I can remember. Originally I want to be a horror writer, like my hero Stephen King. But I find writing smut is more fun than writing dismembered body parts. I also want to be a ninja but I heard the pay is peanut. Plus my HMO does not cover throwing star accident. Wanna send me an email? Drop me a line at lizzie@iLizzie.com
Reviewed by Coffee Time Romance
...hot and full of erotic moments...includes the elements of sex, fantasy, and danger...I am looking forward to seeing where the series develops from here.
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