- To catch the thief, first he must spank her
- The Duke and the Thief
Though she works two jobs and earns enough to keep herself off the streets of Victorian-era London, twenty-one-year-old Eloise Smith has developed a naughty habit of stealing trinkets from those around her. When a gentleman who introduces himself as the Duke of Savoy takes an interest in Eloise, he decides to put a stop to her thieving with the aid of his riding crop.
The duke knows how to deal with a young lady in need of stern correction, and when Eloise is caught with yet another item that doesn’t belong to her, she is chastised even more shamefully. As she is forced to confess the full extent of her misdeeds with her well-punished bottom still on display, Eloise cannot help longing to be claimed hard and thoroughly, but the man who has set out to tame her has a secret of his own. Will the truth bring their newfound romance to an end?
Publisher’s Note: The Duke and the Thief includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
It was after the door closed behind them that Eloise noticed the gloves on the table. She picked them up and raced to the street outside. A black coach with a crest on the side was drawn up outside the shop. Imogen had vanished inside the dim interior and the man had one foot on the step.
“Sir, sir.” Eloise held out the gloves. “You forgot these.”
He pivoted and his bushy eyebrows furrowed. He scratched his beard and shook his head. “She’s very forgetful,” he remarked. “Thank you, young lady.” He thrust the gloves through the door and a pale hand retrieved them in silence.
“I guess she has much on her mind,” Eloise ventured.
He snorted. “Can’t think why.” He paused and gave Eloise his full attention, as if she was an object on display in the shop window. “You did well in there.”
She was not sure what he meant. “Thank you,” she opted to say in lieu of anything else.
He rummaged in his pocket. “I never gave you a tip.”
“Quite unnecessary, sir. As you can see, I’m in charge—”
“I think not,” he said with amusement. “I think Mr. Drake and his wife are out at the moment and you are alone. But, all the same, you did well.” He held out the coin.
She could not resist the shiny guinea. She needed money. With a quick glance over her shoulder to check they weren’t being watched, she picked the coin out of his gloved palm.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“You guessed that Imogen is not my wife?”
Eloise blushed. “Tis not for me to comment, sir,” she said.
“Well, she isn’t. But she is important to me,” he added. “You look like the kind of young lady who might also need somebody to take care of them. And, I suspect, given how your eyes widened when I offered you a guinea, that you are struggling with monetary matters.”
“Oh, not at all,” she lied. She tried hard to hide her scuffed boots from Mrs. Drake, but there was little she could do to improve her lot on her meagre wages.
He delved his hand into his breast pocket. Another tip? No, he retrieved a calling card, the kind a gentleman gives to another. The lettering was gold as was the trim. He offered it to her.
“If you ever have the need, then do call upon Madame Irene.”
She read the small print—Madame Irene, Owner. The Velvet Glove. The address was in Mayfair.
“Is she a dressmaker?” Eloise asked.
He laughed. “No. She is far more accomplished than that. It is a gentleman’s club.” He winked and tipped his hat before climbing into the carriage.
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