Title: Sarah's Surrender
In Lavinia Kent’s scorching new eBook original novella, two wounded hearts find that only the sweet release of temptations long denied can heal the pain of past sins.
Five years ago, Miss Sarah Swilp had been deeply in love with Jonathan Perry, the second son of an earl. But when Jonathan inherited his aunt’s lands and money, he turned cold, demanding Sarah’s maidenhood and uttering those unforgettably cruel words: “You do know I won’t marry you.” She refused, of course, and that spoiled everything. Now, just as she’s agreed to a marriage of convenience, Jonathan reappears—and after Sarah gets one look at his lean, hard body, the embers of desire burst back into flame.
Over time, Jonathan has learned quite a bit about the art of pleasure—though nothing has ever given him so much joy as the husky timbre of Sarah’s laugh. It had hurt to leave her, but what other choice did he have? Perhaps he’d been too afraid of ending up like his brother, targeted by a woman seeking a title. Seeing her again, Jonathan can’t help wondering what might have been if only Sarah had surrendered to red-hot lust. Fortunately, judging by the wicked look in her eyes, it may not be too late to find out.
Sarah’s Surrender is intended for mature audiences. Don’t miss a preview of the next novel in the Bound and Determined series, Ravishing Ruby.
Author: Lavinia Kent
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Mastering the Marquess, Bound by Bliss
Series: Bound and Determined #2.5
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Mastering the Marquess, Bound by Bliss
Published by LoveSwept Source: Publisher
Published: September 22, 2015
Genres: Erotic Historical Romance
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Purchase your copy: Amazon
I do enjoy these visits to Madame Rouge’s Club for Gentlemen of Taste. It is really a rather exciting place to visit. If you have been following Bound and Determined series at all, or even any of my reviews on this series, you know that Madame Rouge herself is a fascinating character with secrets of her own.
Even though each book centers on this titillating club, and Madame Rouge usually puts in an appearance, you can read each book as a stand-alone story. So dive in anywhere really. The water is fine, if a bit HOT!
In spite of having met Miss Sarah Swilp in Bound by Bliss, she was almost a through away character there. I was pleasantly surprised to find her featured here. She wasn’t as much of a “throw away” as everyone seemed to think – including me. She may have been painfully shy and extremely poorly dressed, but she knew her duty. I found myself liking Miss Swilp. The author did an excellent job of creating a character that epitomized the downtrodden daughter of the impoverished wastrel aristocrat of the era. I wanted to whisk her away for a spa day and make over so her outside appearance could, maybe, come close to matching the beautiful person she really was. Why no one could see past the atrocious clothing to the jewel underneath . . . shame on them.
That especially included Jonathan – the love of her life. What a douche! I have to give Sarah kudos for looking past his foibles and taking the chances she did. Not only did it lead to some very HOT and kinky sex, but well . . . This is a romance and we do have to have a happy ever after.
A wonderful “bedtime story” to send one off to happy, sexy dreamland. Even if you haven’t read any other book in this series, check this one out. This couple sizzles big time! And I don’t think it was Sarah who did the surrendering.
I will definitely be looking for the next book in this series. One never knows what will happen at Madame Rogue’s Club for Gentle of Taste, but I can’t wait to find out.
Vanessa: Would you please start by telling us a little bit about yourself?
Lavinia: I hate talking about myself. I’d probably rather retake Calculus than have to try and make myself sound interesting. I’ve always been more of an observer than a talker. That said, I am a happily married, mother of three (just sent my second off to college) and live in rural (hey, I have foxes and deer in the backyard) Washington, DC. I spend far too much of my time reading and watching TV (and writing), which may explain why the dishes are never done and I am always rushing about to get things done at the last moment.
Jacque: What books or authors have inspired your writing?
Lavinia: Honestly, what book or author hasn’t? I draw inspiration from almost everything I read, and I read everything. You don’t want to know how many books I have in my Kindle library right now – everything from children’s books to histories, romances (obviously) and great, wild adventures. And it’s not just books that inspire me. I think it’s fairly obvious what reality TV series inspired my Real Duchesses of London novellas.
Deb: What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
My backyard is my favorite place to write. Sitting on the patio with a nice breeze blowing through my hair really allows me to get in the zone to write, write, write. Add a glass of good wine, and the mood is set. I could really spend all day out there, if not for my youngest needing rides, dinner needing to be made, at all those other little tasks that never seem to go away.
Christina: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I read, a lot. Not only is my Kindle full to bursting, but there are also overflowing bookshelves in almost every room in my house. It’s actually getting to be a bit of a problem. Of course, I’m not reading all the time. Despite two of them being away at college, my kids still manage to keep me incredibly busy. And I love to spend time with my friends, from nice walks in Rock Creek Park to fun lunches and get togethers, I always have fun with them.
Pansy: If you could visit any time period and location (past or future) when and where would you go?
I would love to visit the Regency and see how it’s different from the world I imagine and also to see the similarities. I’d also love to visit the gilded age to see how quickly the world changes. I do admit that overall I am a modern girl. I love electricity and indoor plumbing – not to mention my computer. (I would never have become a writer if I were stuck with a quill and ink. LOL)
Gaele: Where do your ideas come from? Do you set out to ‘outline’ a plot and situations, or do you let the characters take you along for the ride, and clean it up later?
I often come up with ideas for one book while writing the previous one. A character will catch my fancy as I write and before I know what’s happening I am desperate to write their story. This is actually what happened with Sarah. She was originally a minor, not particularly likeable, character in Bound By Bliss, but the more I wrote about her, the more I wanted to know. Soon, she ended up with her own novella. I also sometimes dream about my characters, and wake up with lots of new ideas bouncing around inside my head.
Pansy: Can you tell us about your current work in progress, perhaps you could share a favorite fact or piece of fascinating information about it?
I just finished Ravishing Ruby, which is the story of Madame Rouge, the Madame in Sarah’s Surrender. While I did write a novella about her a little while ago, I wanted to know more. It was wonderful peeking behind the fascinating façade she’s created to show the sweet woman she really is – and I can’t even begin to describe the imagination she has. I’ll just say pirate queens and harem girls. LOL
Gaele: With all the characters you have created – are there any that you feel need to have another book or series to get their “story told”?
I am just starting to write about Angela, Bliss’s best friend in Bound by Bliss. The idea is still rough, but I know it’s about why a woman would trap a man into marriage – and the delicious methods she decides to use.
Christina: If you could speak to any one type of animal, what would it be, and what would you ask it?
I would probably want to speak to cats. I grew up with cats, and I have two now, so being able to talk to them would be a really blessing. You know, being able to say “Hey, I just fed you,” or “Stay away from the angry mama deer” would make my life much easier, although I swear they understand what I want a lot of the time anyway, despite the language barrier.
Vanessa: I’m a bit of an author stalker and I love going to signings and conventions. Do you have any upcoming appearances?
Unfortunately, I don’t think I have any more appearances this year. I will definitely be at both RT and RWA next year, and I hope to do a reading at Lady Jane’s Salon in Silver Spring late this winter, but beyond that, I don’t think I have anything planned. But you never truly know! Opportunities are always popping up, and I do love to meet my fans, so if a chance for a signing does come up, I’ll probably be there.
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/125212-bound-and-determined
Lavinia Kent is a former two-term president of the Washington Romance Writers and a four-time Romance Writers of America Golden Heart nominee. She lives in Washington, D.C., with her family and an ever-changing menagerie of pets.
Excerpt Mr. Meyers had been right. She did have no choice. She’d been so foolish to pretend she did, to hope that a knight might show up at the last moment and save her. She took one step down, ignoring the urge to see if Jonathan was still watching her. Mr. Meyers was not so bad. He had all his teeth. He wasn’t mean, or at least she didn’t think he was. These things were hard to tell from public appearance. Papa had taught her that. Another step. And he wanted to marry her. She wasn’t quite sure why, although she rather thought he liked the fact that she had no choice, that she would be forced to always be grateful to him. And he thought she was obedient. Papa was always telling his friends how good she was at doing whatever was demanded. If only he knew the truth—but perhaps it was best that he didn’t. She hadn’t liked the look Mr. Meyers got on his face at Papa’s words, but what choice did she have? And he liked her breasts. There was no mistaking that. Another step. Keep ignoring Jonathan. Perhaps he wasn’t even there anymore. No, don’t think about him. Think only of Mr. Meyers. How did you tell a man you were now willing to marry him? She braced her shoulders. You just did it. It was no different than most of life. You just did it. How many things had she done just because there was no choice? Too many to even begin to count. She should be well practiced by now. It should not be this hard. Only it was. She’d had dreams, so many dreams. And none of them had included marrying a man her papa’s age, a man who clearly would never regard her as a person, let alone someone special. Perhaps she was misjudging him. He must hold her in some esteem if he wanted to marry her. Three more steps down. She could do this. There was no choice. She hurried down the remaining steps and without giving herself time to think positioned herself a few feet from Mr. Meyers. She felt his eyes fall upon her, felt the icy flicker as his gaze swept up the green gown and stopped at her chest. Pulling a deep breath in, she let her breasts swell against the bodice. He licked his lips, glanced once at her face, and then turned and walked away. A cold knot formed in her belly. She made to follow him, her feet sliding over the smooth parquet of the floor. If she hurried a little through the crowd she could get in front of him, give him another chance to speak to her. Stepping quickly about one couple and then another, she bypassed a group of matrons and came to stand just in front of the card room door. Mr. Meyers was a friend of her papa’s; there was not a chance he was not heading to the card room. A large potted palm stood to the left of the door and she positioned herself in front of it, hoping her dress blended well with the deep shade of the leaves. She pasted a pleasant smile on her face as she saw Mr. Meyers approach. He paused, his gaze skimming over her again. His lips tensed. “Did you wish to speak to me, Miss Swilp?” Why ever would you think that? The answer died before it even left her lips. “Yes.” “I rather thought so, but as you can see I am busy.” He nodded to the door to her right. Cards. Men always wanted to gamble. “I do understand, but I only need a moment.” “I imagine you’ve reconsidered. Your father made it very clear that you would.” He had? Yes, she supposed he had. Papa would not feel any need to speak to her before making such a decision. “Yes, I rather think I have.” There was nothing else she could say. “Good.” He stepped toward the card room. “But . . .” “Yes, Miss Swilp?” “Don’t we need to speak? Shouldn’t we actually—” “I am busy and I do not care to discuss such things in public. I will call on you tomorrow—no, the morning after—and let you know my plans. I will tell you how I have decided to proceed.” He took another step forward. “But you still do wish to marry me?” Her hands rose to cover her mouth. He stopped and turned, his heels squeaking on the floor. “We will talk the day after tomorrow.” “But I need to know.” His eyes raked over her without warmth. “But I owe you nothing. You said no to me.” “Yes, but . . .” Life could not be so cruel. “I will marry you, Miss Swilp, but I have no need to discuss it now. A wife must learn to let her husband be. I would have thought your father had taught you better.” An image of her mother cowering before her father and his anger, her head bent and hand shaking, filled Sarah’s mind. “Yes, he did. I do apologize.” “That is better. It is good that you understand now.” He turned and walked into the card room without another word. She should have felt relief. Mr. Meyers still wanted her. She would not have to go crying to Papa that all was ruined. She would not have to face her mother and the knowledge of what would happen. Instead, her stomach curdled like sour milk when the tea was poured. Lifting her head she turned back toward the ballroom. Jonathan stood there, his gaze upon her. What had he seen, heard? Hopefully nothing. Surely nothing. He was too far away. She took a step back, feeling the fronds of the palm brush her shoulder blades. Her head drooped forward. If possible, she would have stepped behind the plant and hidden there for the rest of the evening. Why was it always so hard? She felt tears form in the corners of her eyes. No. This was not she. She did what must be done. She did not fret about it; she simply did it. She turned away from Jonathan. Even if he was back, he no longer mattered in her life. It was only a day and a half until it would all be settled, until she would be engaged to Mr. Meyers. Only a day and a half.