HER DARK MASTER by Jennifer August 'In Regency England, good girls like Victoria Ashford don't pen wicked stories for underground sex papers and they certainly don't don a mask and exchange places with a whore in a desperate bid to share one night of passion with the man she's always desired. When Matthew Corwin, Earl of Sussex, discovers the identity of his remarkably responsive, submissive "whore", he plots erotic payback for her treacherous deception, never intending to let his heart get involved. But protecting her from a blackmailer makes him realize maybe there's more than just being her dark master... TO MY READER: I've always loved heroines who aren't what they seem and heroes who exude power without trying. Tori's secrets and daring threaten everything she holds dear and only Matthew can rescue her. But will he give her his heart, as well? ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Jennifer August traded comic books for romance novels at the age of 12 and never looked back. As an adult she discovered the sultry side of love and romance and poured it into her books. She would love to hear from you: JenniferAugust08@yahoo. Happy reading! EXCERPT Tori pulled her thoughts away from both the Colonel and Matthew, settling herself down to write. It was a pity, though, that her heroines received more pleasure than she'd ever known. Likely ever would. Innocent in real pleasures she might be, but her fictional characters and those of her fellow authors in The Opal Chronicles tutored her well. She'd gained insight she'd wager no other unmarried miss of the Ton possessed. With that knowledge came a sort of instinct that told her Matthew Corwin would be a man to reckon with in the bedroom. If only.... She sighed heavily, fearing such an arrangement would never occur between them. But still, he provided much needed inspiration and fantasy. Pulling the leather folder open, she dug out her nib and parchment, re-reading the last bit she'd written. Ewan's hand slid higher up her thigh, trembling over the silky flesh. He could smell her excitement. The honey already dripped from her cunny, wetting her thin linen chemise. "My lord, it's frightfully hot in here. Why do you not disrobe?" Ewan glowered at the upstairs maid. "I told you to stay silent. You'll have to pay for that." The maid giggled before remembering her role and assuming a pouting demeanor. "Pay, my lord?" "Aye, wench." He slapped the inside of her thigh, and his cock tightened at her squeal. He traced the faint mark his palm left behind. "On your knees." Her tits swayed deliciously as she complied, giving him a saucy wink over her shoulder. Her arse tilted at an enticing angle. Ewan shifted behind her, running his fingertips along the backs of her legs up to her round, fleshy bottom. He pressed his palms flat against her. "Not quite warm enough, wench." He drew his hands back and brought one down hard. Fast. Again and again until her delightful bum turned a rosy, splotchy hue of deepest red. She screeched and flailed on the bed with each stroke of his hand, her tears muffled by the pillows. Tori shifted uncomfortably on the chair as she read. Her hand clenched at her lap, rubbing with slight pressure her own sensitive mound. This was the sort of passion she wanted. The sort of sexual heat that only a strong man could offer. A masterful man. A man like Matthew Corwin.