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HER LOVER'S SECRET - Secret Pleasures #4

Her Lover's Secret - click for bigger version When Rachel spills wine all over herself and a devastatingly handsome older man at her friends' wedding reception, she little realises that it's the beginning of a heartstopping journey of sensual discovery.

Lawrence Brady is stunned discover his state of sexual ennui shattered by the beautiful young woman who upends her glass of red wine all over him. Rachel wants to learn the delicious secrets of BDSM, and he's just the man to provide her 'education'... in a thrillingly intense but short-lived no strings affair.

But what if their fling becomes more? Will Lawrence's secret destroy their chance of happiness and a future together?

Sequel to His Secret [#1], Their Secret [#2] and Her Secret [#3].

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Chapter 1

‘Oh no! I’m ever so sorry! Your beautiful suit. Please forgive me!’

Oh bollocks, there was splattered wine everywhere! Mainly all over her front and surely far more than one medium glass could ever hold! Why on earth hadn’t she stuck to champagne instead of trying the house red?

Rachel Harding stared up at the man she was trying to apologise to—the tall, grey-haired, scrumptiously broad-shouldered man who was the most stunning piece of crumpet she’d set eyes on in a long time. Clad in an expensive-looking mid-blue linen suit, this imposing hunk was now adorned with a selection of tasteful red blotches that matched the ones that also decorated her own front.

But wine or no, he was a dish to tempt all womankind. Handsome in a weathered, slightly craggy mode, he was even more of a lure with every second that passed. And that hair. Under closer scrutiny it was iron grey at the base, heavily frosted with purest white and cut short but with a slight curl. A bit of a Roman emperor style, which chimed well with his confident, imperial bearing.

Uh oh.

Luckily most of the wine in her glass seemed to have landed on her. Her rather nice wedding guest outfit, a rose-coloured lacy number, was a total mess, but it was almost worth it to invoke the glorious amused grin that lit the face of this fabulous silver fox. 

‘I… um… I’m so sorry,’ she burbled on, feeling pleasantly gobsmacked by him. He was turning her to jelly and he hadn’t said a word yet. 

‘No, no, no, it’s my fault. I jogged you.’ His broadening smile revealed dazzling white teeth. He was like an amiable, edible predator, an edifice of sexy male pulchritude.

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