Warprize (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 5)(MFMMMMMM) (16 page)

"Just lay there and think of the estate
you're saving."

"But he will be blindfolded, you said. How
will it...proceed?"

Rowena smirked at the idea of a strip of
black cloth preventing any of her stable of studs finding their way
around a willing woman. Especially for the price Maria was paying.
"I can assure you, they won't need their sight."

"
They
?"

"Two men to be on the safe side. Perhaps
three. You do want to give this the best chance of working, don't
you?"

"Three? Oh, but I—goodness, I could
never—"

A low snort of amusement finally escaped
before Rowena could bite down upon it. Her shoulders relaxed.
"Spare me the swooning histrionics, Porky. If you want to give that
wretched old goat an heir before it's too late, you'll rut with as
many men as needed to get the job done." She rolled her eyes. "A
stiffener of sherry will surely get you through it." With a slight
sigh of irritation, she added, "Although I have no experience of
the act myself, I understand the only problem faced by most women
is trying not to enjoy it too much."

* * * *

And so now here they were.

Rowena left the bed chamber, closing the
door quietly, leaving Tom, Dick and Harry to do their work, while
she kept watch through a small peep hole to ensure all proceeded as
planned.

If the servicing went well, "Porky" would
have a son and Lord Wynton would have his heir. Should the baby be
a girl it would at least stand as proof that his young wife could
bear a child and she might come back for a second try. For another
fee, of course.

The house below was quiet, empty. Known as
the "Dower House", no one had lived there since Rowena's grandmama
died three years ago. Situated on the edge of her father's estate
it was a perfect, secluded location for these secret trysts.

She heard Maria giggle.

So much for her old friend's timidity.

Walking away from the door, Rowena looked
out through the narrow landing window and surveyed the landscape of
her father's property. From here she could see the turrets that
cornered the main house and the clock tower that rose up from the
courtyard of the stables.

Over there, behind those trees which had yet
to come into bud, was the threshing barn and several store sheds,
one of which held a bitter memory for Rowena. Oddly enough, that
old, squat, wind-ravaged store shed was the very spot where she
first had the idea for this business venture.

A dozen years ago, when she was a child,
standing outside that shed, peeping in through a knothole, she had
her young eyes opened to things she should never have known about.
That was how all this began.

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ABOUT THE
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Georgia Fox
has lived in many different places, including a canal boat, but
sadly never in a windmill or a lighthouse. Maybe that's next! She
loves good company, spicy food, thought-provoking erotica and
excellent brandy. She also enjoys pushing the
boundaries.

In her life
she’s done a little bit of everything and somehow lived to tell the
tales.  Except those she's legally bound not to spill - for
now.
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fairies, ghosts, flying saucers or conspiracy
theories.

But she still
believes in love.

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