August 7th is the release date for our erotic historical menage, Two Dukes and a Lady from Entangled Publishing.
Charles Ashdown, Duke of Densmore and his closest friend William Kenwood, Duke of Tennison have a scandalous secret -- they like to share women. Charles is blond and blue eyed, leonine with a fierce expression and is powerfully built. William has long, thick, black hair and green eyes. He’s lean and muscular. He’s just masculine enough not to be called pretty. Here's a little taste of what they are like . . . Deleted Scene (These events happen prior to Two Dukes are Better Than One) What? Oh, right, that was the medieval lord and beautiful peasant wench scenario. Bollocks, he couldn’t remember his line. He wasn’t a bloody actor. Giving her a helpless shrug, William took her into his arms. “I must ravish you or perish.” That must have been sufficient for her, because she crushed her ample bosom to his chest as he kissed her on the mouth. Her tongue wasted no time in fencing with his. She pulled him to her bed, adrift in yards of floral fabric above and around the four-poster bed. The feminine design made it clear that she no longer shared this bed with Lord Swanson. Before he could even begin to pull off her drawers, her hands were at his breeches. He pushed her hand down slightly so it could rest on his growing arousal. “Slow down, dear Emily, or we will be too far ahead before my surprise arrives.” “A surprise?” she purred, stroking him through his trousers. “I do love surprises.” As he was kissing her neck, the door burst open and the stonefaced Duke of Densmore walked in. “What is the meaning of this?” he barked. Lady Penn immediately covered herself, but William said, “My Dear Emily, l believe you know my friend, Charles?” “Y-your G-grace,” she stammered. “It’s not what it looks like.” “That would be a shame then,” Charles said, bowing before her. “Because then I couldn’t do this.” He dropped to his knees and nibbled at her ankle, as he proceeded to kiss his way up her thighs. “I’ve taken the liberty of asking him to join us this evening as you mentioned that you were in desperate need of some stimulation,” William said, easing her chemise over her head. Her large breasts freed, Lady Samson kicked off her drawers. In no time, she was squealing with delight. Through her joyous giggling, William was dimly aware of a thudding coming up the stairs. “Are we expecting a third?” Lady Samson twittered merrily, as the door to her bedroom flew open and an angry Lord Samson came bellowing in, with his pistol drawn. Charles and William did not so much as look behind them as they threw open the window and jumped. Odds were good that the pistol shot would've missed them, as most husbands couldn’t see straight when they were blind with rage. However, the fact that neither of them broke a leg exiting Lady Samson's bedchamber was indeed a minor miracle. Lord Samson, however, might not see it that way. But luckily, he didn't get a good look at their faces, although their reputations did both proceed and follow them.
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