Dirty Little Harlots
A series of shorts celebrating our favorite little how-to book, A Harlot's Guide to the Forbidden and Delightful Arts...
The Ward
I’ve always been a good girl, and now my reward is finally at hand. After years hidden away in the country, my guardian—the powerful Duke of Ardgave—has chosen a husband for me. I tell myself that’s why my heart races as I step into his study… not because I’ve spent years harboring forbidden thoughts about the man himself.
But I am a good girl. And when he gives me a mysterious book to memorize—insisting I follow his instructions exactly—I do as I’m told.
Even when the lessons make me blush.
Even when his voice makes me tremble.
Even when obedience feels far too good.
Warning: Ridiculously hot short Regency story, perfect for a date night or hour alone (wink-wink). Get ready for fun!
But I am a good girl. And when he gives me a mysterious book to memorize—insisting I follow his instructions exactly—I do as I’m told.
Even when the lessons make me blush.
Even when his voice makes me tremble.
Even when obedience feels far too good.
Warning: Ridiculously hot short Regency story, perfect for a date night or hour alone (wink-wink). Get ready for fun!
The Mistress
I am happy in the life I have built for myself, although others might look down upon my choices. My patron is kind and generous, if a touch…uninspired in the bedroom.
And then I learn of the wager he has lost. The prize? Me.
One night with the notorious Duke of Ironhenge—a man known for dark appetites and no mercy—and dear Reggie’s debt will be wiped from the record. How can I refuse?
I’m expected to submit. To please him. To obey. And to my shame, I find myself aching to learn exactly what both men will demand.
Warning: Ridiculously hot short Regency story, perfect for a date night or hour alone (wink-wink). Get ready for fun!
And then I learn of the wager he has lost. The prize? Me.
One night with the notorious Duke of Ironhenge—a man known for dark appetites and no mercy—and dear Reggie’s debt will be wiped from the record. How can I refuse?
I’m expected to submit. To please him. To obey. And to my shame, I find myself aching to learn exactly what both men will demand.
Warning: Ridiculously hot short Regency story, perfect for a date night or hour alone (wink-wink). Get ready for fun!
The Show
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!
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!
The Maid
I’ve always been a good girl, a respectable maid…before I went to work for the Duke.
He’s older, powerful, scandalously handsome—and accustomed to getting exactly what he wants from the women in his household. And what His Grace wants from me? It is very, very improper.
I should be shocked by the way he looks at me, by the things he expects…by how thoroughly he intends to make use of his pretty little maid.
Instead, I’m discovering something rather inconvenient: I like being told what to do. And when the Duke makes it clear exactly what he intends to put in my belly… Well, perhaps I was never such a good girl after all.
Warning: Ridiculously hot short Regency story, perfect for a date night or hour alone, wink-wink. Get ready for fun!
He’s older, powerful, scandalously handsome—and accustomed to getting exactly what he wants from the women in his household. And what His Grace wants from me? It is very, very improper.
I should be shocked by the way he looks at me, by the things he expects…by how thoroughly he intends to make use of his pretty little maid.
Instead, I’m discovering something rather inconvenient: I like being told what to do. And when the Duke makes it clear exactly what he intends to put in my belly… Well, perhaps I was never such a good girl after all.
Warning: Ridiculously hot short Regency story, perfect for a date night or hour alone, wink-wink. Get ready for fun!
The Wife
I thought my husband had taken a mistress, but what I found in his bed was much more scandalous...
Robert is an earl and Bramstock is his valet. By every rule that matters, Bramstock should be the servant. Behind locked doors, however, he is very much in charge.
I should have been horrified to discover my husband likes taking orders from another man. Instead, I watched until Bramstock caught me.
And apparently, a good wife does exactly what she’s told… even when the man giving the orders isn’t her husband!
Warning: Ridiculously hot short Regency story, perfect for a date night or hour alone, wink-wink. Get ready for fun!
Robert is an earl and Bramstock is his valet. By every rule that matters, Bramstock should be the servant. Behind locked doors, however, he is very much in charge.
I should have been horrified to discover my husband likes taking orders from another man. Instead, I watched until Bramstock caught me.
And apparently, a good wife does exactly what she’s told… even when the man giving the orders isn’t her husband!
Warning: Ridiculously hot short Regency story, perfect for a date night or hour alone, wink-wink. Get ready for fun!
The Captive
As a wealthy dowager duchess, I travel in style… until a Cossack outlaw steals into my camp to take exactly what he wants.
Dmitri Volkov is younger, dangerous, and entirely unimpressed by my title. Out on the Russian steppe, he doesn’t care how much money I have, how many servants obey me, or what society says a duchess deserves.
To him, I’m simply his captive. And the truly scandalous part? I like it far too much.
I thought I traveled to Russia looking for a grand adventure, but never expected to end up belonging to an outlaw!
Warning: Ridiculously hot short Regency story, perfect for a date night or hour alone, wink-wink. Get ready for fun!
Dmitri Volkov is younger, dangerous, and entirely unimpressed by my title. Out on the Russian steppe, he doesn’t care how much money I have, how many servants obey me, or what society says a duchess deserves.
To him, I’m simply his captive. And the truly scandalous part? I like it far too much.
I thought I traveled to Russia looking for a grand adventure, but never expected to end up belonging to an outlaw!
Warning: Ridiculously hot short Regency story, perfect for a date night or hour alone, wink-wink. Get ready for fun!
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