Seduced By The Highwayman (Regency Sex Trilogy)
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Money-saving collection of The Highwayman And The Virgin, The Highwayman And The Judge's Wife, and The Highwayman And The Lady. Fall in love with the notorious highwayman, Kit Fletcher, as he seduces three very different women. Each brings danger, deception, intrigue and adventure – and 35,000 words of hot sex! Adults only. More
Money-saving collection of The Highwayman And The Virgin, The Highwayman And The Judge's Wife, and The Highwayman And The Lady. Fall in love with the notorious highwayman, Kit Fletcher, as he seduces three very different women. Each brings danger, deception, intrigue and adventure – and 35,000 words of hot sex! Adults only.
He was lean, and dressed in a fine burgundy cloak with a crisp white shirt and tight breeches. He even smelt of continental Cologne. He swept his black felt hat from his head, and nodded low to them, his smile showing white teeth. He was as far from the idea of a poor, stinking robber as you could get. And much, much closer to Catherine's fantasies.
"Good evening. I assure you I mean no violence against your good selves. Just money, if you please."
Catherine squeaked. The Judge started to suck air in, expanding his already considerable chest, as if he were working up to a roar of fury.
The highwayman popped his hat back on his head and when he brought his hand down, they noticed the pistol for the first time. It had been hidden by the feathers. Now it sat in the robber's hand, casually aimed straight at the Judge's heart.
He deflated instantly.
"Oh, do let your wife go," the highwayman said laconically, and the Judge obeyed like an automaton, dropping his hand and sitting back on the bench seat, eyes still wide. Catherine smiled in gratitude, until a hiss from her husband made her hastily recompose her face into an impassive blank.
"The money?" the highwayman reminded them, politely. "The strong box."
"I have no money." Judge Twisell barked out his words, shaking with rage. "No strong box!"
"I am most awfully sorry," the highwayman said. "I was referring to the strong box I see under your seat. If you would, please." He waved the pistol at the floor, indicating that the Judge should drag out the box for him.
"You cur! You dog! Do you know who I am?"
"I am Judge Twisell!"
Catherine watched the highwayman's face, and a flicker twitched his cheek. Was it amusement or fear? The robber raised his eyebrows and replied, "Pleased to meet you, sir. I am the Notorious Kit Fletcher. I'd give you my card, but I doubt we'll meet again."
"We will, sir! We will! When you are brought before me in chains and I sentence you to the gallows, you animal!"
"My engagements diary is awfully booked up, and I must regretfully decline. So sorry. And now – if I might press you - the box?"