As one of the few professional businesswomen in London in 1894, Amelia Rasmussen holds herself and all those around her to rigid standards...so she never dreamed that a chance encounter with voyeurism would unlock the inhibitions surrounding her heart, and her passions....
Red Rose Publishing
"Surrender to Ecstasy" is the highly sensual story of a businesswoman, Amelia Rasmussen, in London in the 1890s. When she accidentally stumbles across her business associate, the handsome and highly profligate Boyce Duncan, in the throes of a very passionate encounter with the young named Maggie, her long-dormant desires flare to life. Passion, romance, and intrigue thread their way through the story. Despite her best intentions, when Boyce turns his highly-practiced sensual charms on Amelia, desires too powerful to resist introduce her to a world of ecstasy...and danger.
It took several more seconds before Amelia could look up at Boyce’s face. In an infinitesimal gesture, she shook her head. It was a weak denial of the allure that Boyce represented, and she knew it.
“I...I can’t. I don’t want to.” And then, after a moment and with more honesty than she had anticipated, she said, “I’m scared to.” She wasn’t exaggerating. The only sexual experience Amelia had was with Geoff, and his dimensions were nothing compared to what Boyce had for her. She wasn’t the sexual adventuress that Maggie was.
“There’s nothing to be frightened of.” Boyce chuckled softly. “Well, not much, anyway.”
Amelia eventually tore her gaze away from Boyce’s erection to look up into the dark, chocolaty eyes that glittered with lust and mischief. “Are you always so confident in yourself?” Words were difficult under the circumstances.
He nodded slowly, his gaze locked with Amelia’s, and she understood then how easy it would be to resent Boyce, and how utterly impossible it would be to resist him. She understood then why legions of women had fallen under his seductive spell and been only too willing to share their passion with him.
“That...that thing that you did to Maggie...” Amelia tried to say more, but her throat was too tight and suddenly it seemed as though she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.
She watched as Boyce’s gaze went down to her bosom. Instantly her nipples hardened as though he was physically caressing her. He smiled, and it sent tingles rushing up Amelia’s spine when he did. Her heart, hammering against her ribs, seemed to pulse directly in her clitoris. There was undisguised lust in Boyce heated gaze now, but Amelia wasn’t certain how she should react to that desire. It had been years--literally years--since she had felt truly attractive, since she had felt worthy of a good man’s desire.
Boyce asked, “You’ve never had that done to you?”
Amelia closed her eyes, embarrassed to admit the truth. She tried to speak, found she couldn’t, then finally shook her head. The admission turned her cheeks and ears pink.
Boyce chuckled that too-confident chuckle of his and eased off Amelia’s desk. He said, “Stand up!” in such a commanding way that Amelia knew she had no choice but to follow the devilishly seductive man’s every command. When she was on her feet, Boyce sank to his knees in front of her, his eyes locked with hers the entire time.
He grabbed her by the hips, turning her so that she now half-sat on her desk where he had earlier. Seconds later he had her skirt and petticoat pushed up to her waist, and the drawstring of her bloomers untied.