Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: Jan 05, 2011
ISBN # 9781419932298
Available in: Epub, HTML, Microsoft Reader, Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc), Rocket
Countess Alexandra Falkner is desperate to rekindle the passion in her marriage. Unfortunately, she lacks the confidence and experience to accomplish her goal. She solicits the help of sexy hypnotist, Vincent Delacroix, to empower her and teach her the art of seduction. What she gets is an education in temptation that leads her heart astray. Will she lose sight of her goal in Delacroix’s arms? Or dare she risk everything to keep them both?
Reader Advisory: Our sexy heroes aren’t the only two educating the Countess. Alexandra’s new maid has a lesson or two as well.
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An Excerpt From: EDUCATING APHRODITE
Copyright ? KIMBERLY KILLION, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
?Have you completely lost your wits?? Vincent Delacroix
stood upright behind his pine desk and wrenched his fingers into pitch-black
hair. ?You?re the bloody Countess of Warwick for God?s sake! A lady of
noble breeding. Not a common doxy.?
Unable to hold his boiling black glare, Alexandra
twisted her gloves in her lap and blew a white-blonde curl from her eyes.
?My husband obviously doesn?t want a lady
in his bed.?
?Christ, Alexandra!? His harsh tone indicated his
opposition, and she?d yet to tell him the whole of her plan. ?Your husband
is the proprietor of the Piacere Theatre. Not to
mention a close friend.?
?Which is why I came to you.?
Perhaps this was madness. Perhaps loneliness drove her toward lunacy, but
she was desperate to rekindle the passion in her marriage. Unfortunately,
she lacked the courage and experience to accomplish her task without
?I cannot begin to fathom why you would go to such
The light-blue silk choker that matched her eyes seemed
to tighten around an expanding knot of frustration. She swallowed it hard
and raised her pale lashes to Delacroix. ?Sebastian and I have not
been?intimate since I conceived Edward.?
The angry lines between Delacroix?s dark brows
disappeared. He scrubbed his tightly groomed black beard in obvious
astonishment. ?Your son is nearly a year old.?
Shame burned her face and stung her eyes. Alexandra bit
back the tears and looked down the expanse of her fashionable gold gown
trimmed with frills and flounces and lace. At twenty-three, she was fit and
well-kept and upheld her role as Countess of Warwick with elegance and
grace, but hidden beneath layers of perfumed petticoats was a woman that no
longer appealed to her husband. ?It has taken me months to accept the fact
Sebastian no longer desires me.?
?Forgive me. I did not know.? Delacroix rounded the desk
to kneel in front of her. He captured her cold, wringing fingers then
raised her hands to his warm lips. He kissed one, then the other, and
offered her a sympathetic look that began to tear the thin layer of
restraint guarding her temper.
?I don?t want your pity. I want your help.?
?I?ll help you.? His agreement came quicker than she?d
expected. ?What exactly is it you
had in mind??
Hope swirled behind her breast. She sat up taller. ?I
want to dance in Saturday night?s performance of Aphrodite.?
Shock widened his dark brown eyes. He stabbed a finger
between his cravat and neck and yanked. ?You know about the performance??
?I know everything.? She knew about the actresses slated
to dance at the Piacere Theatre. They were the
same women who warmed her husband?s bed and satisfied his carnal appetite.
?I know Sebastian is playing the role of Adonis and will select the woman
who performs in the finale. I also know that same woman will attend him
privately the remainder of the night. I want to be the temptress behind the
mask who catches his eye.?
Delacroix stood and walked away from her to a side table
where he poured himself a hefty noggin of bourbon. ?Then you?re willing to
defile yourself before an audience.? He angled his chin over his shoulder.
Heat crawled up Alexandra?s neck, spread across her
face, then scalded the tips of her ears. That was
the one obstacle she hadn?t quite figured out how to get around. The
literal climactic ending included three players?Aphrodite and her two
lovers, Ares and Adonis. More specifically, Sebastian and Delacroix. She?d
never been with anyone other than Sebastian. And she?d certainly never been
with two men at the same time. But her faithfulness had gained her naught
but an empty bed. ?I am willing to resort to whatever means are necessary
to have my husband back in my bed.?
will kill me if I agree to this.? He emptied the contents of his glass in
one loud gulp.
?I do not need your permission to take the stage. I own
the theater. But I lack the confidence and the experience to play the role,
which is why I need you to hypnotize me.?
Delacroix paused for long moments, no doubt
contemplating her request.
?Please, Vincent. I cannot continue to live like this. I
feel like a widow in the latter months of her mourning period.? This shell
of isolation grew colder every day and she feared she would freeze to death
waiting for Sebastian to warm her again.
Delacroix exhaled a fierce breath then removed his
cravat and waistcoat. ?Let it be known that I?m doing this against my
better judgment.? He pivoted on his heel and splayed his long fingers
toward a fainting couch. ?Lie down, Alexandra.?