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    Simply Pleasure
    Simply Pleasure
    Simply Pleasure
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    Simply Pleasure

    By Kate Pearce

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    Experience the illicit passions of Regency England in Kate Pearce's House of Pleasure series. . .

    MASTER OF SEDUCTION

    Ten years as a sex slave in a Turkish brothel have left Val Sokorvsky a master in the art of erotic seduction. But even as he offered his body, he never offered his heart. Now that he is returning home he wonders what kind of welcome he will find. Only one person understands his pain and Val is helpless to resist the passion he feels for Peter Howard, his English lover. . .

    MASTER OF SUBMISSION

    Peter learned to survive his years as a sex slave by coaxing and teasing his lovers to the heights of sexual ecstasy. But there is only one man he's ever loved, one man he can never take as his own. Returning to England may save him from captivity but it may also take away Val, the one man to whom he'd willingly give his body and soul. . .

    Praise for Kate Pearce

    "Sinfully hot. If you like your romance hot as you return to the Regency era, where behind the scenes anything goes, then grabSimply Carnal for your reading pleasure."—Romance Reviews Today

    "The passion of Pearce's erotic tale is focused and intense. . .. Their sex encounters and fantasies. . .steam up the pages."—Romantic Times on Simply Shameless

    "Simply Sexual by Kate Pearce is one of the most arousing and enigmatic historical novels I have read this year."—Romance Junkies

    19,500 Words
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKensington Books
    Release dateDec 1, 2014
    ISBN9781617736964
    Simply Pleasure
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    Kate Pearce

    New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kate Pearce was born in England in the middle of a large family of girls and quickly found that her imagination was far more interesting than real life. After acquiring a degree in history and barely escaping from the British Civil Service alive, she moved to California and then to Hawaii with her kids and her husband and set about reinventing herself as a romance writer. She is known for both her unconventional heroes and her joy at subverting romance clichés. In her spare time she self publishes science fiction erotic romance, historical romance, and whatever else she can imagine. You can find Kate on katepearce.com.

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      All at Sea

      1803. Homeward Bound.

      Peter jerked out of an uneasy sleep as the door to the cabin crashed open and Val was unceremoniously shoved inside. The sound of the lock being turned was loud and extremely final.

      Val pounded on the door and shouted something obscene in Turkish before attempting to straighten his rumpled clothing. His white shirt was flapping open to the waist and the ill-fitting breeches he’d been forced to borrow were falling off his narrow hips.

      Bloody bastards, Val muttered, and sat down with a thump on the edge of the lower bunk Peter occupied. His long black hair was damp and sleeked back behind his ears, displaying the pure beauty of his cheekbones and his astonishing violet-colored eyes.

      What did you do?

      "What did I do? Val turned that narrowed amethyst gaze on Peter. I dared to take a stroll up on deck. Apparently, my mere presence is a threat to the morals of the crew."

      Well, you are quite beautiful.

      And a whore, don’t forget that. Val punched the thin straw mattress. Intent on seducing upright Christian souls.

      No one actually said that to you, did they?

      The first mate muttered it behind my back when our savior, Mr. John Harrison, protector of the fallen and hero of the hour, protested that I should surely be allowed some fresh air.

      He is a good man.

      Val scowled. "He was in Madame Tezoli’s brothel, our brothel. He only found us because he was willing to pay for sex. It wasn’t as if he was looking for us, or anything."

      But he did find us. Peter put his hand on Val’s knee, felt his instant tension, and hastily withdrew his fingers. He is bringing us home.

      Home?

      To England.

      Val stood and stepped out of his breeches, leaving him in just his long shirt. Like Peter, he was unused to wearing clothes. Life in the scented heat of a Turkish brothel hadn’t required many garments. Val sat cross-legged next to Peter.

      Do you still think of it as home?

      Not really. I can’t remember anything except our ship being attacked, and you and I ending up naked in a slave market.

      I remember it all. Val’s expression darkened. My father left me to die, and has made no effort to recover me.

      You don’t know that. He might have perished in the attack, or lost his memory as I did, or—

      It’s been almost ten years. Val’s beautiful mouth hardened. I don’t want to go back.

      At this Peter sat up, dislodging the covers. "You’d rather stay in the brothel?"

      No! Val frowned. I don’t know what I want anymore—apart from my freedom.

      We are no longer slaves. Mr. Harrison bought us from Madame.

      So technically we are his possessions. I wonder how much he’ll charge our families to buy us back?

      You are incredibly mercenary, Val. Peter hesitated. And who is going to pay for me anyway? I have no idea if I even have a family or where to look for them.

      For a second Val’s expression softened. I’m sorry. I wonder how much my family is willing to offer to have their eldest son and heir restored to them?

      Anything, I should imagine.

      A muscle twitched in Val’s cheek and this time Peter couldn’t help but touch his friend’s arm.

      What’s wrong?

      I’m bored.

      That doesn’t excuse your foul mood. Peter let his fingers drift down Val’s arm. There isn’t much to do in this small cabin, is there?

      And it’s going to get worse. From now on, we’re only allowed out after dark to get our exercise.

      That’s better than nothing.

      Val shrugged off his hand. Why do you have to be so positive about everything?

      Because that’s the only way I can survive the horrors. Peter leaned in and kissed Val’s shoulder.

      And by using opium. Val’s breathing hitched. Damnation, even I miss that.

      Don’t talk about it. It just makes me crave it even more.

      It’s not difficult to acquire. What do you think is in the hold of this ship?

      Peter licked his lips. Perhaps I can persuade Mr. Harrison to give us some to soothe our nerves.

      Offer to suck his cock; he’d probably like that.

      I don’t think he would. He didn’t come to the brothel for a man, Val.

      Then flutter your eyelashes at one of the crew. I’m sure they’d trade a quick fuck for your needs.

      Did someone try to touch you like that? Peter asked carefully. Is that why you are in such an appalling mood?

      They think I’m a whore, Peter. They assumed I’d be happy to get down on my knees and suck as many cocks as they wanted for whatever they wanted to pay me. His mouth curved in a derisive smile. Why do you think I got thrown back in here?

      Because you refused to submit. Peter sighed and untangled himself from the sheets. Why didn’t you tell me this when you first came in? He searched for his shirt and breeches.

      What are you doing?

      I’m going to offer to suck some of that cock and get us some opium.

      Val leapt up and grabbed hold of his arm. No, you damn well aren’t!

      Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do. Peter tried to break free. Just because you’re too damn proud to get down on your knees, I’m not.

      I already know you’ll fuck anything.

      And have done so many times in the past just so you haven’t had to.... Let go of me, Val.

      They were nose-to-nose and hip-to-hip, now. Peter shuddered as Val slid a hand around the back of his neck. His skin was darkened from the sun, and faintly sheened with sweat.

      Peter . . .

      Don’t. Even as his cock stiffened and he yearned toward the other man, Peter tried to pull free. If you want opium, then let me get it for you.

      "Why? You just said yourself we are free. You don’t have to whore yourself out to anyone."

      Peter briefly closed his eyes. Because if I’m stuck in this cabin with you, I’m going to crave something. Better the oblivion of opium than begging you to touch me.

      Val didn’t move, but he might as well have turned to stone. With a sigh, Peter pulled out of his companion’s slackened grasp, and pulled on his shirt. He discovered his breeches in the chest, and put them on, too, hating the heaviness of the fabric against his skin.

      He ignored Val, walked around him, and went to the door. He raised his hand to knock.

      Don’t.

      Val came up behind him and pressed himself against Peter’s back, one hand wrapped around his upraised wrist. "Please."

      Peter rested his forehead against the oak door, both loving and hating the intimate press of Val’s body aligned with his.

      If I can’t get out of here, I’ll be begging you to fuck me soon. Is that what you want? I know you hate it.

      He groaned as Val slipped a hand around his hips and cupped his already semi-erect shaft.

      "As you’ve already noticed, I’m not

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