Betrayed. Discarded. Scorned. Ruined in the eyes of Society, I intend to flee across the sea, to start fresh… but first, I need coin.
Desperate, I turn to Madam Eve’s infamous Garden of Pleasures, where I will be on display—not in a ballroom, but on a dais, for men to view. To choose. To touch.
When I’m claimed by the very men who destroyed my reputation, I nearly bolt. Until Madam Eve steps in. Her whispers turn to touches. And I learn there are far filthier ways to reclaim my power—on my knees, under their eyes, putting on a show they will never forget.
Warning: Ridiculously hot short Regency story, perfect for a date night or hour alone, wink-wink. Get ready for fun!
