Brothers of the Absinthe Club 3
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In a Reckless Moment
Ross Benson is titled, privileged, rich--and careful to
ignore eligible young women. Most of all he would avoid
young maidens with a preference for books and music than
society, no matter how beautiful they might be. Until he
makes the mistake of a lifetime and seduces an innocent…
She knows better than to surrender to his persuasive
charms, but Cassandra Rollins cannot resist temptation
when the infamous Viscount Winterton insists on a wickedly
pleasurable good night kiss. One thing leads to another
and to her chagrin, she finds herself thoroughly
compromised. Since she has always harbored a secret
passion for Ross, it wouldn't be so bad, but he has
absolutely no desire to marry her to satisfy his honor.
Can a jaded aristocrat and an unsophisticated bluestocking
find common ground to avoid certain scandal, or will one
reckless moment ruin both their lives?
Length: Novel (34,500 words)
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IN A RECKLESS
Brothers of the
Absinthe Club 3
for In a Reckless Moment [Brothers of
the Absinthe Club 3]
5 Blue Ribbons:
"This storyline is full of all the
loveable characters, passion and suspense
that I’ve come to eagerly anticipate about
this series. I adored Cassandra because
she is so different from society ladies.
She’s extremely intelligent and honest,
not to mention beautiful. With the
combination of those traits she manages to
snare Ross’s affection and keep him firmly
enthralled with her. Ross has been living
the ‘privileged’ lifestyle for so long he
doesn’t even see how self-indulgent and
jaded it is until after he marries
Cassandra. There’s just a little issue
from his past poses a threat and I have to
admit, I was fascinated by that twist to
the storyline. While I do personally
recommend reading all the books in this
series - just because I’ve honestly loved
them - they can easily be read as stand
alone stories and doing so won’t detract
from your enjoyment of them." —Chrissy
Dionne, Romance Junkies
"What a fabulous book! Cassandra was
a young woman who hated London and Ross
hated the country, yet they found
themselves getting along very well. Unlike
most virgins of the Regency time,
Cassandra had a husband who introduced her
to sex beautifully. They had amazing and
arousing sex which I enjoyed immensely. I
loved Ross and Cassandra; they were fun
and fascinating characters. Ross and
Cassandra were very well-written, with a
wonderful historical background. Ms.
Wildes obviously did her homework. There
were interesting secondary characters who
had excellent places in the story. The
characters pulled me right into the plot
and I found myself unable to put this book
down until I had finished the whole thing.
I found that the plot was seamless,
without a single bump in the plot. In A
Reckless Moment is the third book in
Ms. Wildes' Brothers of the Absinthe Club
series and it was every bit as good as the
earlier two. This was another beautiful
book by Emma Wildes! " —Marcy, The
"In a Reckless Moment is well
written, has delightful characters, sweet,
sexy love scenes, and an intriguing
storyline that is anything but
superficial. Emma Wildes once again
captivates her readers with her
easy-flowing writing style. Cassandra's
innocence combined with her charming
personality captivates Ross and the
concessions they make to each other are
touching. I adored these two characters
and what they grow to mean to each other.
If you're a fan of Regency romance, I
sincerely hope that you'll take the time
to read In a Reckless Moment. " —Kerin,
Two Lips Reviews
"In a Reckless Moment begins
with a sultry exchange between polar
opposites, as introverted Cassie becomes
wife to the widely known extrovert, Ross,
to avoid scandal. However, as the marriage
begins their harmony is evident, based
strongly on intellect and lofty
attraction. Adjusting to their new status
requires patience and time, while learning
to negotiate compromises with easy
decorum. Clearly, the bedroom will not be
subject to cold unions and unspoken
affection. Their wedding night yields to
sweet lovemaking that gets spicy as the
night evolves. Ms. Wildes sprinkles in
some suspense when an old enemy wishes to
destroy Ross’ happiness. A charming,
steamy erotic romance." —Pamela,
Romance at Heart
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STORY AND ADULT EXCERPT
“Kiss me good night.” His smile was impudent, the blatant heat
in his eyes a new experience, but then again, she had
virtually no experience at all.
The man simply could not be serious. “I can’t,” she said
in desperation, but found she looked at his mouth anyway. It was
sensuous and well-shaped, one corner slightly lifted,
emphasizing a dimple in his cheek.
One ebony brow elevated suggestively and his fingers stayed in
place, still holding her lightly, but firmly. “It is a shame you
stay here, buried in the country. Tell me, have you ever been
She hadn’t, of course, since she was diligently chaperoned by
Aunt Gloria at all times she was around eligible young males.
“No.” She swallowed hard after that admission, wanting to run,
but also anchored by something hard to define.
“Let me be the first. I want to taste you.” The proposition was
made in a husky, sexy whisper that made her feel flushed all
It was tempting…very tempting, and he didn’t act as if he was
going to let her go—although she was convinced if she was truly
resistant, he would never force her to do anything she didn’t
want to do, no matter what his state of impairment. He was an
undeniable rake of some stature, but he was also a gentleman.
That was part of the trouble, of course, with his experience, he
seemed to sense she very much did want to kiss him. “One
kiss,” she capitulated, giving a small gasp as he responded by
pulling her into his arms and lifting her onto the bed.
He moved fluidly, rolling over so he was on top of her, his
mouth hovering over hers. “One kiss,” he whispered, and his lips
It was shocking, scandalous, and wonderful. Heat, the feel of
his lean length over her, the subtle pressure of his lips, both
firm and smooth…he tasted of heady brandy and something
unidentifiable and definitely more intoxicating. When his tongue
slipped into her mouth, brushing hers, Cassandra felt an almost
languorous enjoyment suddenly weigh her limbs. A small but
distinct throb tightened her breasts and centered between her
Was this desire?
His was unmistakable, a bold, hard length filling his breeches,
pressing against the juncture of her thighs through their
clothing. Ross continued to explore her mouth, his weight braced
on one elbow, his body pinning her to the bed. His free hand
tangled in her hair at first, his long fingers finding the curve
of her cheek, gently sliding down her neck and along her
collarbone. Cassandra didn’t at first realize he’d slipped free
the satin ribbon on her nightdress, not until he pulled the
cloth down and bared her shoulder and left breast.
Her nipple puckered at the sudden coolness of the night air, and
she shifted a fraction in open alarm. A kiss was one thing, but…
“Don’t be afraid, sweet Cassie,” he whispered against her lips
as his hand cupped exposed flesh, cradling it in his palm. When
his thumb grazed her nipple, she stifled a moan, it felt so
But, still, they shouldn’t.
“Ross—” she said, cut off when his mouth took hers again, this
time with less gentle persuasion and more urgent need. He
stroked her breast with skillful fingers as he kissed her
deeply, his touch gentle but sure. When he finally lifted his
head, she took in a long shuddering breath.
“Doesn’t this feel good?” he asked, kissing the sensitive spot
under her ear. The words were a low whisper as he continued to
fondle her, lightly kneading and stroking.
“Yes,” she admitted shyly, touching his hair, something she had
always wanted to do. It was so thick and dark, the texture silky
in contrast to the hardness of his long body. She slid her
fingers deep into the strands and hesitantly along the corded
strength of his neck.
“You’re so soft, Cassie. Soft and perfect,” he murmured in that
silky seductive tone that seemed hold her prisoner, as he pulled
her loosened gown lower, off the other shoulder and down her
arms to her waist. His stare was fastened on her bare breasts.
“Just the right size. I have never favored huge breasts. Yours
are nothing short of spectacular, sweetheart.”
A blush crept into her cheeks. It felt distinctly odd to let a
man look at her in such a way, but then again, the heated look
in his eyes told her he was sincere in the compliment. She must
have taken complete leave of her senses anyway to be in bed with
the rakish Lord Winterton, Cassie reminded herself hazily.
Letting him strip her half-naked and fondle her breasts, which
felt tight and full, that was purest insanity. His statement
alone reminded her of his reputation for dalliance with the
beautiful, sophisticated ladies of society. He was undoubtedly
an expert on breasts of all sizes and shapes.
If his good judgment wasn’t marred by drink, she doubted he
would ever even dream of touching her. Marriageable young ladies
were not part of his sexual diet. In the morning, he was going
to regret this, and most probably so would she. Normally, he
treated her with casual, teasing affection.
She needed to go back to her own room right now, before things
got even more out of hand. “We need to stop,” she said, a low
whisper in the dark room.
“What I need is you, sweetheart.”
His mouth slid down her throat, making her shiver, his breath
warm and heady. Finding her nipple, his lips closed over the
tingling peak, sucking lightly and wickedly. Her hands grasped
his shoulders and she arched, sensation streaking to her womb,
warmth building between her legs.
What was he doing to her? The delicate play of his tongue
on the crest of her breast and the warm adhesion of his mouth
was like a revelation. Long, skillful fingers cupped the other
breast as he suckled, stroking, gently squeezing, making her
tremble in involuntary response. He continued, lavishing
attention on both her breasts until her breath came in short
uneven gasps and all thoughts of practicality were banished.
She was being seduced, and no longer had any desire to fight it.
“I’m on fire,” he muttered against her skin, kissing the valley
between the mounded flesh cupped in his hands. “I need to feel
all of you against me. Now.”
When he sat up, she willingly helped tug his unbuttoned shirt
free from his breeches, and he shrugged out of it. His fingers
went to the fastening of his pants, and he held her gaze as he
slid each button free, then stood up briefly to strip
completely. Mesmerized, Cassandra stared at his erection, which
looked huge, high and stiff against his stomach. She’d never
seen a naked man before, much less one fully aroused, and had no
idea he would be so large.
Not even offering a protest, she let him take her nightdress off
completely, past her hips and the length of her legs, watching
through half-closed eyes as he tossed it carelessly on the
There was no going back to her room, she knew that as he slid
back on top of her nude body and she parted her lips for another
hot, tantalizing kiss. Stroking her hip first, his fingers moved
between her thighs, touching the most private part of her body,
the invasion intimate and startling. Trying to clamp her legs
together didn’t work, for his knees kept them open, allowing him
access to do whatever he wished. Cassandra swallowed, closing
her eyes as a sudden jolt of pure pleasure centered in her sex.
Parting her sex, he caressed tender hidden flesh, rubbing
lightly and making her moan out loud.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re getting beautifully wet and
ready. You feel like heaven, so smooth and hot.”
Her hips moved instinctively against the manipulation of his
fingers, and her breath came in short, uneven pants. Cassandra
felt a tension build she never imagined existed, a mixture of
acute need and exquisite pleasure. As he continued to stroke
that wonderful spot, Ross whispered words of encouragement in
her ear. His speech was erotically outrageous, and what he was
doing to her body even more shocking. His hot, stiff cock rubbed
her hip in a slow tantalizing motion that matched his skillful,
arousing fingers. It felt slick, and unbelievably hard, the
press of that ridge of unyielding flesh a stark carnal promise.
The rush, when it overcame her, was sudden, glorious and
unexpected. The release was a rapturous centering of peaking
sensation between her legs, and a small cry tore from her throat
as she trembled and arched. When it subsided, her body felt lax,
almost weak, and she very slowly opened her eyes.
Ross’s gaze was intense, his tall body shifting so he settled
between her open thighs. His mouth brushed hers. “You’re even
more beautiful when you climax,” he told her in that low, sexy
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Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
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Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN)
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
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