The Secret Confessions of Lady H Book 2 — Bethany Michaels

Book Two:
The search for Lady Amelia Holbrook's journal full of her most scandalous erotic exploits continues as Amelia and Grayson fight to control the passion that has transformed a warm friendship into a barely controlled blaze. An intimate night at the theatre in Amelia's private box and the unexpected attentions of a wealthy, titled suitor towards Amelia's niece convince Amelia and Grayson that failing to reclaim the journal quickly could have dire consequences.

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 2 EXCERPT: I sat gingerly on a nearby bench and folded my hands in my lap. From this vantage I could see his face. And it was clear he was not happy to see me.

I grew angry. It wasn't as if I were the only one at fault for what happened. And it hadn't been I who behaved so beastly afterward. I couldn't sit in silence a moment longer.

“What have I done to make you so angry?” I demanded.

He kept rubbing at the saddle, his steady rhythm unchanged.

“I was not the only one present that afternoon, as I recall.”

Lachlan didn't break the cadence in his task, nor did he bother to look at me.

I snatched the cloth from his large, calloused hands and finally he was forced to meet my gaze. His jaw was set and I was startled by the angry glare he leveled on me. He rose slowly to his feet.

“I only took what was offered, Lady Holbrook.”

“That's right,” I said. “It was offered freely.”

“Aye. And do you know what could happen if anyone were to find out? I'd lose my position, that's what. And no respectable Lord North of London would have me in their stables, no matter how well I treat their beasts and shine their saddles and mend their harnesses.” He shoved a hand through is hair. “This isn't some child's game, Amelia. Go back to Blackrock.”

Angry tears stung the back of my eyes. “I didn't hear you complaining when your mouth was over mine, Lachaln. And I felt you. I felt how much you wanted me.

“I'm a man, not a saint.” He moved closer until our bodies were a scant inch apart. I could smell the scent of his warm skin, see the sheen of sweat that misted his bare chest.

“I've been thinking about why it was you were so willing to give yourself to me. You're used to fine clothes, and fine wine. Fine men with silk waistcoats and pretty manners.” He paused and looked at me down to my very soul. “Could it be, Lady Holbrook that you like the fact that you're my better. That you hold my fate in your pretty little hands. You like the power over me it gives you.”

A little shiver of desire spread up my spine. I wanted to deny it, but perhaps it was a tiny part of why I had done what I had done. But only a part.