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Seduced [Masquerade] [MultiFormat]
eBook by T. A. Chase
eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Historical Fiction
eBook Description: Clive Fishburne, the youngest son of the Earl of Wiltseshire, is on his Grand Tour. As a sickly child, he dreamed of visiting Venice and makes sure it's the last stop before he is to return to England. With his best friend, Viscount Freemont, he arrives in Venice to enjoy Carnival, the week before Lent starts. At a ball, he's seduced by a masked stranger, and Clive gives into the pleasures about which he has always wondered. Damiano takes Clive to heights he's never experienced, and in the process, Clive falls in love with the mysterious Italian. Then one night, Damiano fails to appear at a planned rendezvous, and Clive wonders if the man is done playing with him. Heartbroken and sick, Clive returns to England, wondering if Damiano's confession of love is real or simply the magic of Carnival where all things are hidden behind masks... Genres: Gay / Historical / Regency / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2011
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2011
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It was a spectacle of grand portions. Men dressed in leather and fur. Women dressed in silk and lace. Costumes created from feathers, satin, and velvet. Every imaginable creature walked and danced in the ballroom. My eyes feasted on the noise and pageantry.
I lost touch with Jocelyn after five minutes in the room. The crowd of people was too big for us to stay together. I wandered, sipping wine and chatting with strangers. I tried not to stay with any group for too long. There was just so much to see.
Finally, I backed behind a pillar to get a breath. As cold as it was outside, it was roasting in the room. I sipped some more wine and stiffened as I felt eyes on me. Turning slowly, I froze as my gaze fell on a man standing near the doors opening into the garden.
I knew the figure was male by the sheer size of him. The top part of his mask was intricate gold swirling that almost formed a butterfly shape. The lower half was white porcelain with gold lips. I couldn't tell what color his eyes were. They seemed black holes, sucking my will into them. He wore a black crushed velvet cloak with a hood to cover his hair. A dark tri-corner hat sat on his head. His long legs were encased in black trousers.
He broke our contact to glance out the door, then he looked back at me. With a tilt of his head, he invited me outside. I didn't even realize I'd made my decision until I was halfway across the dance floor after setting down my glass.
As I watched, he slipped out the doors, and I gave chase, my heart beating as I stepped out on the verandah leading out into the gardens. Where would this adventure take me?
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