Title: The Viscount's Pleasure House
Lady Chrissie Wellsby and her two country friends research dozens of rogues before selecting the notorious Viscount Hawkesbury, owner of London’s most exclusive and expensive brothel, to educate them in erotic seduction. The ladies abandon respectability and coerce Justin Tremayne into letting them visit The Pleasure House and to teaching them the sensual tricks mistresses and prostitutes use to entertain men.
Though Justin believes three naive ladies will see the debauched romps in his themed rooms, cover their eyes and ears, and run back to their sheltered lives, he underestimates the desperation of abandoned women who imagine a wider knowledge of sex will keep the men in their lives at home, in their own beds. But despite watching several of their friends, men and women, perform raunchy acts at his brothel, the ladies insist on participating in the last of Justin’s infamous Sultan’s galas, held in numerous silk tents and outdoor bathing areas on his estate.
Justin concedes to Chrissie’s demands only to gain information about his long-lost mother and sisters, but the world-weary viscount falls head over heels in love with his emotionally bruised pupil. He yearns for a wife, children, and an uncomplicated wife, but can he convinced Chrissie to take a chance and marry again? Because Justin never wants to leave her bed.
Author: Suzi Love
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: The Viscount's Pleasure House
Published by Self Source: Author
Published: October 28, 2013
Genres: Erotic Historical Romance
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“Remove that hideous gown!” How about that for a first line in a book? I will admit it caught my attention, although that really wasn’t the very first line. The very first lines were:
Early in the reign of Queen Victoria
Hawkesbury House in Belgravia, London
So you can imagine my surprise, not to mention the shock to poor Lady Christina Wellsby aka Chrissie, when I read “Remove that hideous gown!” in this Victorian age historical. As I continued to read, this story only got more intriguing because our Lord Viscount, Justin Tremayne aka Handsome Hawkesbury aka Virile Viscount, was in the midst of “auditioning” performers for the grand finale at his Pleasure House. Yes, dear reader you did read that correctly. This ranking member of Victorian society actually owns a Pleasure House – a nice euphemism for bawdy house, house of ill repute, or in a more common vernacular, sex club. I know, there are other historicals out there where a Peer of the Realm owned a house of pleasure, but what made this one stand out was the way it stayed so true to the Victorian vernacular. I actually had to stop and look up a word or two.
“I’ve provided entertainments for men who follow the dress and acts of Lavenderism, for nymphomaniacs, and catered to more types of fetishes than there are pages in a book written about them” The Virile Viscount.
Add to that, our Virile Viscount actively participated as one of the “acts”. Not as the usual misogynist who owned the Pleasure House for his own pleasure, but because, “I did it all for money. Pure, unadulterated greed.” Oh yes, women PAID to have sex with the Virile Viscount, and as often as not, the husbands paid even more to watch.
This is not the usual Victorian Historical Novel. This one takes you for a walk to the underbelly of that oh so staid society that said and did one thing in the ballrooms of London, but said and did something totally different outside of those ballrooms. And I must say, the author did it all quite well. We are quite literally given a peek into the hidden rooms of the Pleasure House while the Virile Viscount falls in love. *sigh* This, after all, is a romance. A HOT Victorian Romance. Those naughty, naughty Victorians. I think you will need to read this for yourself.