It is the night before Christmas….well, two nights…. and therefore it is the last WipItUp of the year. Following on from last week and a little skip forward. Gethin, Lord Powell, having encountered Ella in the woods and heard how desperate her situation is, has made an offer to her father regarding his debt. It’s come in the nick of time – the bailiffs have arrived at Ella’s home.
“Marry her,” her father boomed, staggering to his feet. With a breathless, and somewhat overinflated exuberance, he attempted to bow. “Your lordship’s generosity is gratefully accepted.” He tottered for a few seconds before regaining his balance, then lurched towards the door.
“Papa,” she shrieked as he grasped the door handle. “Do I not have a say in this?”
She followed after him as he opened the door and yelled in no particular direction, “Leave me be and bugger off. I will pay your damn employers.”
Having reached the drawing room opposite, and without speaking another word, he fell face forward onto a long settee. Immediately, he began to snore again. Behind Ella, the bailiffs could be heard speaking to Lord Powell, who replied with a curt and distinctly dismissive riposte. The front door banged shut and silence descended on the house. She crept out of the room. There was little point in trying to wake her father again; she must deal with the matter on her own.
Re-entering the study, she approached her father’s desk. Lord Powell was leafing through the ledger, scowling and shaking his head. He looked up. “So now your father has given his permission, Ella; it is your turn.” He rose from the chair, took both of her trembling hands in his, and briefly squeezed them. “I wish for you to be my wife.”
She gazed up, teetering on her tiptoes. This offer had to be too generous, too sudden a scenario to believe as true. She stuck her chin up and decided to put his request to the test. “Yesterday, I didn’t know you and today you want to be my husband? Is this not somewhat hurried?”
“Yesterday, your reputation was ruined, today your father was nearly left with nothing but the wig on his head and you ask about haste? Consider this necessary, not ideal. Fate has brought us together, and you should not belittle my timing.”
She had no real opposition to his case for a speedy courtship; however, it had come at a price. She attempted a derisory snort, and it sound more like a pathetic sniff, which in turn reminded her how delicious he smelt up close. She rallied. “You would truly cover my father’s debts in exchange for me? That being the case, have you not just conducted a barter? Is that how you see me, a pawn?”
He released her hands and stepping back, he perched on the edge of the desk and shook his head. “Oh, my sweet girl, no. I said necessary. My ideal would be something different. The moment I set eyes on you at Standford, I wished to claim you as my wife.”
He can’t resist her… why?
Big thank you to Melody Parks and Meredith O’Reilly for running this wonderful hop. Wishing everyone a peaceful Christmas.
A Regency spanking romance with a twist.
Eighteen-year-old Ella Bailey knows that if she is to have any hope of a good match, she must marry quickly before her father completes the ruin of her family’s fortune and good name with his wanton living. Her situation is made worse when a wealthy viscount expresses interest in her hand and she accepts his invitation to a party, only to have the supposed gentleman first seek to seduce her and then attempt to force himself on her.
After his efforts to despoil her are thwarted, the spiteful cad does his utmost to slander Ella’s character with scandalous accusations. With her reputation in tatters and nowhere else to turn, Ella seeks solace in the arms of the enigmatic Gethin Powell, a rich, handsome lord known for his lack of concern for the expectations of high society.
Gethin takes a strong interest in Ella, but he makes it abundantly clear that he is a man who expects to be obeyed in all things. Living under his roof as his woman will mean submitting to his authority, surrendering her body to his desires, and baring her bottom for his stern chastisement whenever he deems it necessary.
Ella soon discovers that Gethin’s sexual appetites are both fierce and insatiable, but as he thoroughly lays claim to her naked, blushing body, she is deeply ashamed to find herself hungering for more. But even as their passion for each other grows deeper, an old and powerful secret waits to come to light. When Ella learns the truth about Gethin, will it tear her away from the man who has taken her as his mate?
Publisher’s Note: His Lordship’s Mate is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.