Your darkest desires and deepest dreams are brought to life by the pens of twelve talented authors of erotic fiction. Join them for an exploration of their garden of delights as each month a different author delves into the heart of her fantasies.

Together, we cover a number of genres from historical to futuristic, from scary horror to action/adventure, from erotically sensual to pass-the-fire-extinguisher-HOT! As a group, we have written more than 100 novels.

Our newsletter is released on the 15th of each month. We'll always have interesting articles, excerpts, and featured author interviews, as well as recipes, reviews, and answers to any of your questions about our books and your favorite characters. Each month we'll have a contest with lots of good things to give away to our newsletter subscribers.

Congratulations to alyssa_555555, winner of our March contest! Alyssa won Sensual Massage Lotion purchased from Devilish Dot herself, A variety of chocolates in VERY interesting shapes made by Kimberly Burton, some yummy coffee, and an autographed paperback copy of THE WILDLING by Treva Harte (winner of the CAPA Best Erotic Fantasy Romance).

Our Siren of the Month, Beverly Havlir, is donating a gift pack of scented body lotion and bath oils from Bath and Body Works, a box of Godiva chocolates and a copy of THE ABDUCTION OF EMMA! talented author Beverly’s first book at Ellora’s Cave has garnered rave reviews – Angel Brewer from The Romance studio gave it Five Hearts and has this to say "...Luke has waited a long time for Emma to grow into a woman. When he hears of her engagement he knows that now is the time to act on his passion. He abducts Emma and shows her the pleasure she can find only in his arms. Will it be enough to build a relationship on?" If you like your heroes ultra alpha, and your love scenes sizzling hot, Luke will sweep you away, just as he did to Emma!

Good luck for the April contest!

Make April 15th a red letter day instead of just waiting at the P.O. to turn in those taxes. Join Elisa Adams, Lani Aames, Cassie Walder and Treva Harte for a chat at the Sensual Romances chatroom on the 15th, 9 EST. Our link is: http://pub24.bravenet.com/chat/show.php/1995480665

JAN: Beverly! I just finished reading THE ABDUCTION OF EMMA and found it a very sexy and teasing read. Please give the readers a sneak peek.

BEVERLY: My first release with EC came out in March and is called “The Abduction of Emma”. It’s a story of a woman who gets abducted on the eve of her engagement by the man who broke her heart years ago. Now he wants to pick up where they left off before she commits to another man. It’s romantic and erotic and VERY HOT. For an excerpt, you can go to www.ellorascave.com and go to New Releases or click on the Contemporary genre.

RACHEL: Had you sold before, or was this your first sale? If so, how did that feel?

BEVERLY: This was my first sale! It felt incredible. I was happy and giddy. I couldn’t believe they actually bought my book. I was so nervous and scared while I was waiting for their answer and when I got the good news, I couldn’t quite believe it. I jumped up and down and laughed like crazy!

JAN: What other books have you got coming to Ellora’s Cave?

BEVERLY: I have another contracted EC book titled “Taming Alex.” This one is sexy and edgy and of course, HOT. Alex sets out to seduce Ethan, whom she’s wanted for a long time, and only wants a no-strings attached affair. But Ethan wants more. He wants commitment. Something Alex can’t give him. It’s a quickie contemporary and should be hopefully released sometime this year. Here is a brief blurb:

Seduction on her mind... All Alex Sheridan wanted was a hot, no-strings attached affair with Ethan Fairchild. Single-minded in her pursuit, she wasn’t prepared for what happened next. He turned the tables on her. Ethan didn’t want an affair, he wanted forever. To get what he wants, he needs to conquer her fear, harness her wildness. He needed to tame Alex.

RACHEL: Where did the idea for this story come from?

BEVERLY: I’ve always wondered what it would be like if a woman actually took the reins and set out to seduce her man. And I thought, what if she was his sister’s best friend and she happens to be commitment phobic? The result is one HOT read. In Taming Alex, I have a heroine who’s not afraid to go after what she wants, despite of her insecurities and emotional baggage.

JAN: Any other hot read(s) you have contracted with Ellora’s Cave that will be coming in the future? Can you give us a sneak peek?

BEVERLY: All I can say is I have two works in progress. One is an anthology due out in 2005. I’m very excited about this one. Sure to be very hot and sexy. I’m having to fan myself while I’m writing it. Another one is a futuristic that hopefully will be scheduled for later this year or next year.

JAN: Many of us remember our very first book we picked up at Ellora’s Cave. Do you remember your very first? Don’t be shy.

BEVERLY: My very first EC book was Jaid Black’s The Empress New Clothes. I LOVED it. It was my first erotic, futuristic book and I was hooked. I think within the next two days I bought everything of Jaid’s.

RACHEL: Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you choose it?

BEVERLY: Beverly Havlir is my pen name. I originally wanted to use my son’s middle name but there were a couple of other authors who already had the same last name. I had to think long and hard about that one. I wanted something uncommon and one that sounded great with my first name!

JAN: Do you have any advice for fellow writers who want to write erotic-romance?

BEVERLY: Take the time to sit down and actually write it. Many of us say I want to write but never have the courage to do so. Write it, polish it and send it off. They can only say no, right? If you don’t try, you won’t know.

JAN: Writers are pretty busy folks. Do you have any time for hobbies?

BEVERLY: As a mother of two teenagers who play sports, I rarely have time for myself. And when I do have free time, I write. My only hobby, really, is reading. I LOVE to read. I’m a voracious reader, of romances mostly. Thanks God for e-books because I was quickly running out of room to put my paperbacks in.

RACHEL: Is your family supportive of your writing?

BEVERLY: Very supportive. My husband and two kids actually know to leave me alone when I’m deep into my writing. I’m currently trying my hand at a futuristic and my kids have even suggested names and have come up with some alien terms. I must say, they’re more creative than I am!

JAN: What is your writing schedule like?

BEVERLY: Whenever I can. I like to do it, typically, at night, when all is quiet and my chores are done for the day. I always have a small notebook with me wherever I go, so that whenever I envision a scene or get an idea in my head, I write it.

RACHEL: Do you write in other genres? BEVERLY: My first two are contemporary but I’m trying my hand at sci-fi futuristic and a werewolf story. It takes some getting used to, but I’m working on it. It’s a lot of fun!

JAN: How can readers contact you? Email? Website?

BEVERLY: I love to hear from readers. They can email me at bev_havlir@yahoo.com. They can also sign my guest book at my website at www.beverlyhavlir.com. Drop me a note, it’s always a thrill to hear from readers.

RACHEL: Any special features on your web site? Journal? Contests? Do you have a newsletter?

BEVERLY: I’m very new at this and I’m still learning the ropes. My website is very basic at the moment, just some info on current releases and upcoming ones. Soon I’ll be including a work in progress page. I do plan to start having contests in the future and hope that I can have my own newsletter going soon! For right now, I only have this Sensual Romances Newsletter and it’s really teaching me a lot! I’m hoping that the experience I gain from this group of very talented authors will help me in putting out my very own newsletter someday soon!

RACHEL: What is the one thing you would like readers to take away from their reading experience?

BEVERLY: I hope that when they read my books, they will come away thinking that it is a very believable story. That it can happen in real life. I like my characters strong and daring, but flawed. Just like a real person. We all have our flaws and I want that to come across in my story. After all, nobody’s perfect, right? But just like in every romance, I want readers to feel every single glorious sensation my characters go through while falling in love! It’s so much fun for me, and a big challenge as well.

RACHEL: Thank you, Beverly. We are all looking forward to your next releases!

We have two WONDERFUL dishes for you this month. Something BEEFY is SIMMERING in Dominique’s kitchen; and you’re in for an EYE-OPENING time with Katherine’s delightful dessert!

Contributed by Dominique Adair, author of XANTHRA CHRONICLES I: BLOOD LAW, available now at www.ellorascave.com:

IRISH BEEF STEW

Prep Time: 25 Minutes.
Cook Time: approx. 1 Hour

3 teaspoons vegetable oil
1 pound lean beef stew meat
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
2 cups sliced fresh mushrooms
6 cloves garlic, minced
1 (6 ounce) can tomato paste
2 cups beef broth
1 (12 fluid ounce) can or bottle Irish stout beer
4 cups sliced carrot
2 large potatoes, peeled and diced
1 tablespoon cornstarch
1 tablespoon cold water

Directions:

1. Heat oil in a Dutch oven or large pot over medium-high heat. Spoon off a little of the oil into a small dish. Allow to cool ‘til warm, then, while you are coating beef cubes with flour, have your cooking partner coat your breasts (or whatever part of your body you prefer) with the warm oil! Shak excess flour from beef. Fry beef cubes in the heated oil until browned on all sides. Remove from the pot. Add the onion and mushrooms to the pot. Cook, stirring constantly, until onion is tender, about 3 - 5 minutes.

2. Return beef to the pot. Stir in tomato paste, beef broth, and beer.

3. Add potatoes and carrots. Cover and simmer over low heat for about 1 hour. While the POT is SIMMERING, return the favor and coat your PARTNER’S body parts with warm oil!

4. Mix together the cornstarch and cold water. Stir into the stew, and simmer until THICKENED (hopefully, OTHER things thickened while you were cooking, as well! WHERE’S THE BEEF?! *G*).

And from Katherine Kingston, author of GLIMMER QUEST I: SILVERQUEST available now at www.ellorascave.com:

FAST AND EASY COFFEE CAKE

1 cup flour
3 tsp. baking power
dash salt
1/2 cup sugar
4 Tbsp. melted butter
1/2 cup milk
1 egg

Topping:

1/4 cup flour
pinch of salt
dash of nutmeg
1/3 cup sugar
1/2 cup cinnamon
1 Tbsp. melted butter

Additional accessory: an unused facial puff (like the fluffy ones used to apply loose face powder)

1. Prepare topping first by mixing dry ingredients together. Remove a tiny bit (a couple of teaspoons) and sprinkle on a small plate. Dip the facial puff into the set-aside portion and decorate your partner’s body lightly with the mixture – let them return the favor! Stir the remainder of the dry ingredients into the melted butter.

2. For cake, mix together the first three ingredients. Once again, have fun with the puff!

3. In a separate bowl, blend butter and sugar. Tease your partner by placing a dollop on his member, then licking it off.

3. Add eggs. Then alternate adding small amounts of the milk and the pre-mixed dry ingredients until well-blended.

4. Pour batter into 8"x8" pan. Sprinkle topping mix (below) evenly over the top. Bake 15 minutes at 400 degrees. While it’s cooking, release some of the sizzling tension that has built up by licking the tasty flour mixtures from each other’s bodies – the combination of smooth flour and slightly gritty salt and sugar make for a nice sensation as they’re lapped off!

(Note from Katherine: This cake doesn't keep for more than a couple of days, so eat hearty while it's warm. I always get lots of compliments for this one, and I DON'T tell guests how easy it is!)

I’m giving the food a rest this month, and focusing on some techniques for increasing sensual pleasure

LADIES: This is a great way to not only have fun the first time you do it, but to find out what your guy REALLY likes when you stimulate him orally!

REQUIREMENTS: Two people, male and female

INSTRUCTIONS: Have your partner (naked) lie on his back with his legs apart. Position yourself in the way that is most comfortable for you to perform oral stimulation. Lay one of your arms along his chest, pointing your index finger at his mouth. Wait for him to respond. If he doesn’t do anything, wiggle the finger to get his attention, or touch the tip of it to his lips. Usually, he’ll at least kiss it at this point. Immediately, kiss his penis in a corresponding spot. Don’t tell him what you’re doing, just keep bringing his attention to your finger and eventually he will figure out what you’re doing. From then on, do only to him what he does to your finger. If he kisses the tip, kiss the tip of his penis. If he takes the whole length in his mouth, you do the same. It’s a big power trip for him, and he might even teach you a few things about what feels good for him!

GENTLEMEN: I haven’t tried this one, but the word is that the warm heat increases the amount of blood flow to your lady’s pleasure zone and heightens the sensitivity, therefore increasing the pleasure!

REQUIREMENTS: Two washcloths. One bowl of hot water. One pair of scissors.

INSTRUCTIONS: Cut a three to four inch diagonal slit in the middle of each of the washcloths. Place both of the washcloths in the hot water to soak. Have your naked woman lie on her back with her knees bent and legs slightly apart.

Wring out one of the washcloths and turn it so that it looks like a diamond instead of a square, then lay it over your woman's pubic area with the slit in the appropriate spot. Hold the washcloth in place as you pleasure her through the slit with your tongue. Repeat as often as desired while the water remains warm. When she absolutely just can’t wait any longer, put a fresh cloth in place and do what comes naturally! (I’m also told that the rough weave of the washcloth moving against the clit at this point is VERY stimulating!)

On one of my chat lists the other day the theme was ‘First Meetings’, and I was astounded at the number of people who saw their partners for the first time and just ‘knew’ they were meant for one another. It happened to me, but I’d never heard of it happening to anyone else. But the posts poured in! One woman saw her future husband sitting behind her at a football game and his smile touched her heart. Another said her husband fell in love with her at first sight, and used her brother to get close to her! In stories, just as in real life, the stronger the emotion, the more sizzling the sex. That doesn’t mean the characters have to spend weeks getting to know each other. Love can bloom in an instant, and two people can meet and know for a fact they are meant for one another.

In ELF SONG, for example, Melle meets Branagh for the first time: ...She froze, and then turned slowly. He stood, naked, water dripping from his body, the firelight turning his skin to molten gold. Her knees trembled. His deep, purring voice had struck a chord in her. What would it sound like when he cried out in pleasure? Gooseflesh prickled on the back of her neck...

Men too are struck by this strange lightning. In CAJUN NIGHTS, Luke meets Jesse, and his whole world tips upside-down: ...As she stood, Luke’s breath caught in his throat. His heart, instead of calming down, thudded painfully against his chest. There was something enthralling about the woman, something bewitching...He could not tear his eyes from her. She was so beautiful, with her white, white skin, black hair, and black eyes that seemed to hold the entire night within their depths... Though he'd been warned, he still could barely contain his astonishment when he saw her.

And even if the first impression isn’t perfect – there’s always that special something: He couldn't imagine a young woman who looked any less like a princess. Her clothes were old, threadbare, and filthy. Mud caked her worn boots and splattered her clothes and face. He sniffed as something unpleasant assailed his nose. Was that dung he smelled clinging to her? He should have let her go right away, but instead he pulled her against him. With her soft breasts pressed against his chest, her silky hair alongside his face, and her hands on his arms, he couldn't bear to release her. When she looked up at him, her lips parted slightly, he couldn't help himself. Her expression begged him to continue, to teach her what a woman could feel. From THE PRINCESS BRAT by Katherine Kingston, in the anthology CROWN JEWELS, coming April 21 at Ellora's Cave www.ellorascave.com

Enduring love takes nourishment and a long while to grow and take root, but there is something primitive and compelling in that first regard. The first time hands touch, that delicious electrical tingle as skin meets skin and your whole body seems to bloom tells you that this might be the one - love at first sight. As Rachel Bo wrote in her stunning debut novel, A SYMPHONY IN RAPTURE: Nicholas looked up from his playing to see a woman standing on the sidewalk outside his window—hands wrapped around the fence’s wrought-iron bars, head tilted slightly, eyes closed. The sight moved him deeply... Abruptly the music stopped. Michelle opened her eyes, only to find herself staring into the sharp, blue scrutiny of the player. Heat rising in her cheeks, Michelle let go of the fence and stepped back, trying to look away but unable to tear her eyes from his intense gaze. "Don’t go," the man said. He smiled. "Come around to the door. I haven’t had a chance to meet any of the neighbors yet."

To celebrate ‘Love at First Sight’, the sirens would like to publish your first meeting in our next newsletter! The best, most romantic ‘love at first sight’ story will go in our May-June issue, and the winner will receive a 10$ gift certificate from Devilish Dot!

Send your entries to:
Samantha_Winston@hotmail.com
Good Luck!

Al swept her into his strong arms.

Strong. I can't believe how strong he is. Gentle. How did I get so lucky to find a man who is both strong and gentle?

He walked over to the sofa and sat down with her cradled in his lap. She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing into her hip. Rena couldn't believe how much she wanted him. With a boldness she didn't know she had, she reached down and stroked him through his trousers.

She smiled at the moan of pleasure coming from his lips.

"Like that?"

"Not as much as you're going to like this."

Al pulled her silk blouse off over her head before freeing her breasts from her bra. He dropped both of the pieces of clothing onto the floor.

Her breath left her at the look of hungry awe on his face.

"You take my breath away," he said with tenderness in his voice.

"Good. I'm glad it's not only me."

"Anima mio," my soul, "only death could part us, and I'd fight St. Peter for you."

The first in a planned ménage-a-trois trilogy:

It’s now or never, Kendall, that voice in her head goaded. Are you a woman or a wimp? Swallowing past the nervous lump in her throat, Kendall closed her sketchbook. Gathering up her supplies, she stuck them in her bag and stood, brushing the sand from her lap. Bending over, she picked up her beach towel and folded it carefully, aware every moment of their eyes on her. Watching. Waiting. Taking a deep breath, Kendall turned and marched purposefully up the sandy incline toward the bench where they were seated.

Sutter nudged Josh with his elbow. Kendall faltered as they both stared at her. Then Sutter smiled. It was an open, welcoming grin that inspired instant response, and Kendall found herself smiling back. He stood and waved her onto the bench, settling himself cross-legged on the ground before it.

“Kendall.” Sutter’s entire body tingled, just having her so near after waiting so long. He drank in the sight of her. A heart-shaped face that lit up when she smiled. Wavy chocolate-brown locks entwined with auburn strands and caught at the nape of her neck in a large silver clip which only slightly tamed the thick fall. A voluptuous, rubenesque figure whose curves offered the sweet promise of hours of exploratory pleasure.

Kendall licked her lips nervously. Sutter shifted as intense need flooded the area between his legs at this tantalizing glimpse of her soft, wet tongue. He shared a significant look with Josh. “We never formally met,” she said, holding out her hand. “Kendall Aaronson.”

Sutter didn’t shake her hand. He reached out with both of his and caressed it. Kendall’s heart did a somersault and pounded against her ribcage like a monkey trying to escape the zoo. “It’s great to finally meet you,” he murmured. Startled at the strength of her reaction, Kendall pulled away from his grasp and turned slightly, offering her outstretched hand to Josh. He took it in his and brought it up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on her knuckle. Kendall suppressed a wild impulse to pull him close, to press those lips against hers. Joshua smiled suddenly. Leaning forward, he kissed her gently.

Josh had to fight to keep from closing his eyes and drowning in the rush of erotic heat the touch of Kendall’s flesh excited in him. She’s almost ours, he thought. But she’s scared. He felt her tense, and sensed she was on the verge of changing her mind and running away. He sat back. Staring deep into her eyes, he shook his head slightly. For several moments they remained that way, with Kendall poised on the edge of flight. Joshua watched the play of emotions in the depths of her green-flecked, golden-brown eyes. With her hand still clasped in his, Josh felt everything she was feeling. How much she was drawn to them both—but also how uncomfortable she was with this strong attraction to two different men, and with the idea of giving herself to both of them. And yet, underneath it all—Joshua let his mind slip into the red pool of Kendall’s desire.

Kendall gasped. Something like a bolt of lightning danced within her, a storm making its way back and forth between the two of them through their linked hands. Sensations and longings that she knew did not belong to her. Kendall tried to break the contact, but Joshua held her hand tight. “Don’t run away,” he whispered. “We’ve been looking for you for such a long time.” She was vaguely aware of Sutter taking her other hand and the riot increased, two strangers’ thoughts and emotions racing through her veins. An overwhelming, almost painful tightness invaded her crotch. Kendall shifted restlessly. No, wait—oh, my God! That was Sutter and Josh. Kendall whimpered as she felt through them the sweet torment of an engorged cock and her pussy wept in response, warmth trickling between her legs.

Before he could stop himself, Josh closed his eyes, the better to savor Kendall’s delicious response. With eye contact broken, the tumult began to fade into the background and Kendall again became aware of her sweaty palm clasped in Joshua’s hand. Regaining a sense of self, she was able to withdraw from the stream of consciousness flowing between them. “What was that?” she mumbled. The men exchanged glances. Joshua ran his thumb across the back of her hand, sending a tremor through her body. “Maybe we could discuss it over dinner?”

Kendall’s blood sang with the memory of desire—hers, his, Sutter’s. She couldn’t believe what she was about to say, yet she said it anyway. She took a deep breath. “I have a better idea,” she murmured huskily. “Let’s go to my place.”

Elizabeth walked down the windowless stone hallway, lit by green and blue swirled glass sconces. Her thoughts were dark and heavy and her beautiful face bore faint lines of worry. She was an unusually stunning woman—her hair a natural strawberry blonde, her eyes a vivid, startling blue—but on days like today when she was troubled by news from her staff, she felt decades older than her thirty years.

Many times she had selfishly wished that she had been born into a normal family, like anyone else. As a child, she had daydreamed about attending school with other children. But instead of having fun with playmates her same age, instead of playing leap-frog and jump-rope, she had watched them from her window high above the fields with envy as they ran after dogs, swam in streams, and rode horses over the mountains.

As she grew older, Elizabeth began to wish for nothing more than the power to do whatever she wanted to.

Of course, Elizabeth understood that the Queen of Magonia could not be permitted to live such a normal existence, lest the country be left without a ruler. Her parents had died when she was five years old in a plane crash in the mountains, and so the throne had passed on to her. Elizabeth’s earliest memory was of the chief counselor instructing her not to cry upon hearing the news of her parent’s death.

She learned the lesson well: A royal must never show emotion, regardless of how frightening the situation might be.

Her heart beat in time to the click-clack of her blood red stiletto heels on the cold stone floor. She wrapped her slender arms around her shoulders and shivered slightly. She was thankful that the electricians had finally figured out how to install central heating in the ancient castle, after years of having to wrap her body in thick furs, even in the summer time. Right now, she looked forward to a warm bath, hoping the warm water would soothe the tired and aching muscles around her neck and shoulders.

Finally arriving at the door to her private suite, she opened it and walked into the foyer. The room was pitch black —she couldn’t see even six inches in front of her face—and Elizabeth assumed that one of the maids must have recently closed her thick red velvet drapes. She shut the door behind her and flicked her finger over the light switch beside the door.

Nothing happened.

“Damn it,” she cursed softly, wishing, for the hundredth time that she didn’t have to live in a drafty old castle with outdated wiring. What she wouldn’t give to live in a one of those new houses that she admired in the pages of Architectural Digest. If she had her way, she’d live in a house entirely made of glass and wood, with not the slightest bit of stone in sight. She was standing in the dark, thinking about which state of the art residential electronic devices she’d install throughout her dream house, when she heard a small noise.

Her heart began to pound beneath her ivory silk sheath and red Chanel jacket. “Is someone there?” she asked, her voice tentative and breathy.

When there was no response, Elizabeth shook her head and chuckled slightly. Of course there was no one else in the room with her. It was just her overactive imagination. It would be impossible for anyone to get past the two, huge guards posted at the end of the hallway that led to her private quarters.

Instead of joining the household for dinner, Baxter let himself into Princess Fanny’s bedchamber and settled into the only comfortable chair in the room. While he waited, he surveyed the room, trying to get a feel for the young woman who was soon to be his unwilling pupil and charge.

The trappings were pretty much what he would have expected of a princess’s chambers. An enormous bed was hung with yards and yards of velvet from the canopy, while the windows, too, were draped with the rich blue fabric. A plush, woven carpet covered most of the floor. The dressing table bore various pots and trays, but most all were pushed to one side and appeared not to have been used..

What struck him most forcefully about the room, however, were the drawings. Charcoal sketches of plants and flowers covered nearly every surface. Twenty or more of them were tacked to the wall, while others were stood against the mirror on the dressing table and the back of the writing desk. The drawings were skillfully executed and showed considerable detail. He recognized a few of the more obvious ones, though he knew next to nothing of gardening or horticulture.

He had a good bit of time to study them and was beginning to doze off when the rattle of the door latch roused him. He was sitting upright and staring alertly when the door opened and the princess walked in.

Though he’d been warned, he still could barely contain his astonishment when he saw her.

He couldn’t imagine a young woman who looked any less like a princess. Her clothes were old, threadbare, and filthy. Mud caked her worn boots and splattered her clothes and face. He sniffed as something unpleasant assailed his nose. Was that dung he smelled clinging to her?

She pushed strands of reddish-brown hair out of her eyes. It had been hastily twisted and pinned to her head, but small streams fell loose around her ears, dripping down onto her shoulders, showing streaks of mud there as well. Her hands were filthy. He winced at the sight of dirt caked under her short, ragged fingernails. There was a great deal of work to be done here. He’d seen scullery maids with better grooming.

Still, without the mud and the windburn that roughened her cheeks, she might be passably pretty. Her features were well-shaped and the sparkle in her eyes could be appealing.

Fanny started to pull off her cloak, but stopped, frozen in the motion of removing it when she spotted him.

“Who are you?” she demanded. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m your new tutor.”

He waited for her to object or scream or run away. Instead she stared at him for a moment, then said, “No, you’re not. Get out.”

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