The Secret Confessions of Lady H.--Book One (The Secret Confessions of Lady H. #1)

Book One: When merry widow Lady Amelia Holbrook records her erotic exploits in her secret journal, she never dreams another soul will read the passion-filled pages. But when the journal goes missing and pieces start showing up in the scandal pages, she knows she has to track down the thief and discover his motive before her good name and that of her whole family are ruined. The only man she can trust to help her solve the mystery is her husband’s cousin, Grayson Turner, but when an old friendship becomes more intimate, Amelia finds herself in danger of losing far more than her journal.

To My Reader: All women have secrets they hold close to their hearts--past loves, secret desires, guilty pleasures and naughty nights they would never admit to in the light of day. But what if all of your friends, your co-workers and even your mother discovered all the secrets you had so carefully hidden away? This is the horror Lady H. faces in a time when even a hint of the unseemly could ruin an entire family socially and even financially. I hope you enjoy reading about all of Amelia’s erotic adventures and remember to keep your own secret confessions well hidden.

About the Author: Bethany Michaels grew up in a small Indiana farm town where her love of reading and writing took root. She recently relocated to Nashville, Tennessee, with her husband and four small children where she loves the parks and scenery but still misses the winter snow…sometimes.

Book 1 Excerpt:
He stepped closer and I smelled a curious mix of light male musk, clean linen and some exotic spice I couldn’t name.

Before I could step away, he stroked my cheek, light as a whisper. The contact was a shock. I didn’t stop him. Not at first. Not until his eyes turned smoky and his gaze focused on my parted lips.

Then I stumbled in my haste to rid myself of his unsettling touch. No man had dared caress me like that, not since Edward.

He grinned. “No need to be afraid. I was merely trying to collect my toll.”
“I am not afraid. I am simply losing patience with a man who claims innocence in his misdeeds yet would force an introduction to someone who clearly does not find his acquaintance desirable.”

“But I find your acquaintance very desirable.” He cocked his head. “And I never claimed to be innocent.”

He traced the edge of my jaw with one fingertip. “I don’t think you really want to return to the ball. You haven’t danced a single set all night.”

It unnerved me that he had been watching me. And that his perception was so accurate.

“Tell, me how long has it been since Holbrook died?”

My breath caught. Although Edward’s name ran through my mind like a litany, no one had dared speak it aloud in my presence.

It was almost a relief.

This man didn’t pity me. And he saw through my attempts to remain distant, shut off, even in the middle of a crowd. He saw the real me, the one I tried so hard to hide.

His fingers were warm and surprisingly gentle skimming across my cheekbone, my nose, across my eyebrows. This time I didn’t back away.

He stepped closer until my breasts were pressed against his chest. “Do you miss the touch of a man, Lady Holbrook? The scent, the strength that lies in check just beneath his skin? Do you miss the way a man can look at a woman and she knows exactly what he wants of her?”

His voice was low, just above a whisper. It felt as if he was speaking inside my mind, reading my thoughts. His fingers trailed down the column of my throat and to the neckline of my gown.