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  • Series: Hqn
  • Mass Market Paperback: 368 pages
  • Publisher: HQN Books (October 26, 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373774877
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373774876
  • Product Dimensions: 6.6 x 4.3 x 0.9 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 6.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.3 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (21 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #771,720 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

USA Today bestselling author Nicola Cornick has written over thirty historical romances for Harlequin and HQN Books. She has been nominated twice for a RWA RITA Award and twice for the UK RNA Award. She works as a historian and guide in a seventeenth century house. In 2006 she was awarded a Masters degree with distinction from Ruskin College, Oxford, where she wrote her dissertation on heroes.

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London, July 1813

"That is the fifth gentleman this week to demand his money back." Mrs. Tong, resident procuress of The Temple of Venus, strode into the opulent boudoir with a hissing swish of angry silk skirts. "One hundred guineas that cost me!" She put her hands on her hips and viewed with utter exasperation the woman sitting at the dressing table. "You are supposed to be an investment, madam!" Her genteel accent was slipping under duress. "I hired you as a novelty, an attraction, the most notorious woman in London. I did not expect a shrinking virgin." She threw her hands up. "He said that you were so cold you unmanned him. You are supposed to be scandalous, so behave scandalously! If Lord Bor-rodale wanted a block of ice in his bed he would be at home with his wife!"

Lottie Cummings sat silently under the tirade pressing her hands together to prevent them from shaking. In the week that she had been under Mrs. Tong's roof she had learned that the mistress of the bawdy house was prone to these bouts of anger when her girls upset her, and what could be more upsetting than an unsatisfied customer demanding a refund? Money was Mrs. Tong's lifeblood; no wonder the bawd was furious.

Lottie hated this place, hated this work with a deep loathing that stalked her from the moment she woke to the moment she tried to escape the nightmare through sleep. She had never imagined that being a courtesan would be like this. She had thought herself so sophisticated, so experienced. She had even—God help her—imagined that she might take to the world of the demimonde like a professional. After all, how difficult could it be? She was a woman with a certain degree of confidence and worldly knowledge. She had once believed herself quite talented in the amatory arts. Before she had seen the reality of a courtesan's existence she had even thought that she could take the customers' money and enjoy their attentions.

Her bravado was in tatters now. Her confidence had failed her. She had known nothing.

Nothing of the degradation of being spoken of as though she were not there, discussed, dismissed, like a piece of meat. Nothing of the contempt customers would show her, exercised over her because they were paying and so they could behave as they wished. Nothing—if she was being brutally honest—of the downright repulsiveness of some of the men. She had only ever slept with good-looking men before and that had been no hardship. She had chosen her lovers. Now they chose her.

She could not bear this. She thought that if she remained one minute longer in that house she would run mad.

But where could she go?

There was nowhere. Her family had cast her out and her friends disowned her. She was not qualified to perform any job and she was too notorious to be offered one. Plus she owed Mrs. Tong a considerable amount of money: There was the bond taken as security against her health and the tire money to trick her out to look like a whore. She had been caught in a net of debt designed to ensure she never escaped.

She looked around the boudoir with its golden chairs shaped like seashells and the bed draped in swathes of purple. All the colors were loud and shockingly tasteless. She would have hated the room for its tawdry pretense at glamour had she not already hated it far more deeply for representing everything she had become.

"I don't understand you." When Lottie did not speak, Mrs. Tong sat down heavily on the purple bed. The mattress gave a sigh. "Gossip has it that you were giving it away for free to all and sundry during your marriage," she continued sharply, "yet now you are to be paid for it you act the outraged innocent."

Lottie set her lips in a tight line to prevent the words of repudiation from spilling out. She could not afford to antagonize Mrs. Tong further if she did not wish to be thrown on the streets. That was her reality now. Sell herself—or starve. And she could not be too particular about the purchaser.

She fidgeted with the pots on her table, with the rose- and lavender-scented creams for the skin, which were so strongly perfumed that they made her want to sneeze violently, and with the bright, harsh paints and cosmetics that were supposed to enhance her beauty but which in reality marked her out so brashly as a courtesan that she might as well have worn a placard.

She wanted to smash her hand down and scatter them to the floor.

"I find it difficult," she said, "that is all."

Mrs. Tong's face tightened into disapproval. "God knows why. How many men have you had?"

"Not so many."

Not as many as the scandalmongers said.

Mrs. Tong sighed. For a brief second there was a glint of something softer in her eyes, the memory, perhaps, of what she had once been before she had bought and sold other women to make her fortune.

"You should pull yourself together," she said, with rough sympathy, "or you'll be selling yourself for a shilling outside the theaters, and that won't suit your ladyship, either. At least here you have a roof over your head." Her cynical gray gaze flicked over Lottie. "You're not getting any younger, are you? And what else can you do now you're divorced and disgraced?"

"Nothing," Lottie said. "Nothing," she repeated quietly. Goodness knows, she had thought about it. She had searched desperately for an alternative. All doors were closed to her, all respectable trades impossible. Working for a living had once seemed laughable, something that other, less fortunate people did. Now it seemed her only choice was to make a living on her back.

"I'll try harder," she promised, attempting to keep the desperation from her voice. She did not want Mrs. Tong sensing her near despair, did not want to give the other woman an even greater hold over her.

"See that you do." The bawd rose to her feet. "There's a party tomorrow night—a few of the girls and a few of my most select gentlemen." Her eyes bored into Lottie. "I shall expect you to play your part."

Lottie felt a wave of horror and sickness rise in her throat. She swallowed hard and nodded dumbly.

I will not be sick. I will not.

There was a knock at the door, and Betsy, one of the other girls, small, dark and plump, stuck her head around.

"Begging your pardon, Mrs. Tong, but Lottie's next customer is here."

"Ah." Mrs. Tong sounded gratified. "Well—" she cast Lottie a sharp glance "—see you send this one away satisfied."

The door swung wider. Out on the red-and-gold carpeted landing, Lottie could see a man waiting. He was wearing a green coat and an excited, lascivious expression. John Hagan. He was an acquaintance of hers from her previous life, a man who had always wanted to have her and was now prepared to pay to fulfill his fantasy. She could not refuse him. Panic clawed at her chest. It made her catch her breath.

"I can't—"

Mrs. Tong turned on her as swift as a striking snake. "Then you can leave now."

It came then, the despair, crushing her, sapping her will. So many times in the past few months she had been close to it and had not quite given in. At first, when Gregory had said he was to divorce her, she had thought there had been some terrible mistake. Then he had sent her away, refused to see her, returned all her letters unopened with chilling ruthlessness, and she had realized that there had been a mistake and it had been hers. She had broken the unwritten agreement between them, become too indiscreet. The press had reported on her exploits and made her husband a laughingstock. She had damaged Gregory's reputation too openly, too flagrantly, to be forgiven. She was to be punished.

She had written to her family but they had chosen not to help her. Her friends, it seemed, were not friends at all, for they did not want to know her anymore. The only two people who might have helped her were abroad and out of reach. Gregory had paid handsomely for the case to be hurried through the courts, and on the day that the divorce had been granted he had served notice on her to leave her house. She was destitute. And through all of the long, painful process of the divorce she had not quite believed it was happening.

She believed it now, now that she was ruined.

Hagan was approaching, chest puffed out, his tread confident. Mrs. Tong was wreathed in smiles now, bowing him into the room. Lottie clutched the folds of her negligee to her throat.

"My dear Lottie, what a delight to see you once more…" Hagan was fulsome in his triumph, bowing over her hand with pretense of gentlemanly conduct, this hypocrite who had watched her fall into the gutter and now came to exploit her. His eyes roved over her transparent wrap, dwelling on the swell of her breasts and dropping lower. Lottie's mouth felt dry, her heart beating so hard she shook. She bent her head and fixed her eyes on the riotous pattern on the carpet.

"One hundred guineas," she heard Mrs. Tong say and saw the madam hold out her hand for the money.

"My dear Mrs. Tong…" Hagan sounded pained. "I have heard stories that our little harlot here—" spite colored his voice "—can be somewhat disappointing. I'll pay afterward, not before, and only if I am satisfied."

Mrs. Tong was hesitating. Lottie could feel the heat of Hagan's palm on her shoulder through the thin material of her wrap. She shuddered deep inside. When it had come to a choice between starving to death or selling the one remaining commodity she still had, she had not hesitated. It had been her choice, if one could dignify a decision to which there was no alternative with the word choice. She had sold her body in order to survive and she would have to do it again, over and over until sh...

More About the Author

USA Today bestselling author Nicola Cornick writes witty and passionate historical romances for Harlequin HQN books and MIRA UK.

Nicola's writing is inspired by her love of history and was fostered by a wonderful history teacher and by her grandmother, whose collection of historical romantic fiction fed Nicola's addiction from an early age. She studied in London and Oxford and works as a guide and historian in a 17th century house as well as acting as a historical adviser for TV and radio. Publisher's Weekly have described her as a rising star and her books have been nominated for the Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award and for the Romance Writers of America RITA Awards.

Nicola lives near Oxford with her husband and dog. When she isn't writing she enjoys long walks in the countryside, singing in a choir and volunteering as a puppy walker for Guide Dogs.

Readers can find out more about Nicola and her books from her website: She can also be found on Facebook: and Twitter @NicolaCornick

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Characters are well developed.
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I loved the characters in this book that were guarded and afraid of being hurt again due to the mistakes of their pasts.
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8 of 8 people found the following review helpful By Orion VINE VOICE on December 14, 2010
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It seems like so many romance novels feature an 18-year-old virgin, it's nice to read a book about a woman who's been around a bit. Lottie is experienced, even loose, and she was doing well in society until she got a bit too careless and was cast off by her husband. She finds herself in dire straits, but then she is rescued by Ethan, who offers to make her his mistress. Both Lottie and Ethan enter into the relationship as a business deal, and neither one wants to admit they are developing feelings for the other.

Ethan is a prisoner of war, and he is involved in traitorous schemes. Lottie is torn over whether to get involved. Mostly, though, she just resents that she is falling in love with him faster than he is falling in love with her. My favorite scene was the masked ball at Lottie's ex-husband's house, where Lottie gets some subtle and humorous revenge, and then rescues Ethan from British soldiers.

There is a bit of excitement, a bit of intrigue, and it all works out in the end, just as you would expect it to. A good offering from a good author.
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7 of 8 people found the following review helpful By C. Klaassen TOP 1000 REVIEWERVINE VOICE on January 5, 2011
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So often historical romance novels feature the 18 - 28 year old misunderstood virgin, the heroic but damaged nobleman and a fight to find love while acting in service of the British Empire. This book certainly shatters the form. Our "heroine" (Lottie) is a new-to-the-game 33-year-old courtesan. Lottie's husband divorced her and her family disowned her after her many affairs became a bit too publicly scandalous. Our "hero" (Ethan) is a genteel British prisoner being the illegitimate son of a randy Irish Duke. His loyalty is to the French Republic and his acts are in service of Old Bony and not good King George. Ethan seeks Lottie out in the brothel where she is serving men who used to vie for, rather than pay for, her services. He needs a woman of her caliber to serve as a distraction while he hatches some sort of great escape. (The details really do not matter.) In most other novels these two would most certainly contend for the role of villain-in-chef. They are self-absorbed, vain, and seemingly without conscience. (Lottie more so than Ethan it must be said.) Life has taught them to trust no one and to act in their own self-interest.

In the beginning it really is hard to like these two, particularly Lottie. But as the story progresses they become more naughty fun and less serious menace. The author does a good job of blending heart-warming scenes with ridiculousness. There is a bit of intrigue, some mild action and a grand ball thrown in for good measure. A satisfying light read on a cold winters night!

Recommended for fans of light historical romance.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Mary J. Gramlich VINE VOICE on November 24, 2010
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Lottie was an embarrassment to her family when she was a Palliser and a total humiliation as a Cummings. But Lottie was always truthful with herself and even when everyone including family, husband and the ton threw her out on the streets she knew somehow she would survive. Her ex-husband was the liar, the ton hypocritical and her family vicious but still Lottie figured out what she was good at and went from there.

But it turned out what Lottie liked and was good at as a married woman was not as pleasing when she had to use her body to make money. So when Ethan Ryder, Baron St. Severin proposes that she be his mistress during his unfortunate time of imprisonment she packed up and ran off with him. Ethan had not chosen to be born illegitimate but he did choose to fight with Napoleon against the English so being captured as a prisoner of war was less that acceptable. But being a prisoner of war during this particular time meant house arrest and keeping a mistress completely acceptable and Lottie was a joy to be suffering through all this with.

Lottie turns out to be a complete surprise to Ethan in that he never thought to like her let alone come to love her but she did have a way about herself that drew him in and made him want to possess every beautiful inch of her. They both liked the dangerous side to life and taking risks was something they also shared so keeping secrets was nothing new to either of them. Yet the secrets they were keeping from each other were dangerous and at times treasonous but the two of them cared little for the punishment as long as they were together which proved its own reward.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By R. Taylor on October 30, 2011
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I've read so many romances...they usually follow the same basic format. Some are better constructed than others--and the ones that are very well written-- I keep. This one's definitely a keeper. It's unusual, gritty and I just couldn't put it down!

I liked that Lottie was not your typical heroine--she actually worked in a brothel, she had a lot of partners, she cared of money above integrity--these are all the usual traits of the "other woman" in typical romance novels. It allowed the reader to finally get the story of the woman in romances who is usually the antagonist. For example, the part in the novel where Lottie and Ethan go to the theatre and Lottie runs into James Devlin with a beautiful young ingenue--in a typical novel--the story would be about the unsure ingenue--not Lottie. And you would read about this encounter from the ingenue's perspective who would feel like she couldn't compete with Lottie's experience, who would be unsure of James integrity, who would wonder if James wants Lottie instead, etc

Yes, it's uncomfortable in the beginning to read of her exploits as a prostitute--because Cornick doesn't soften this fact--Lottie doesn't turn out to be a virgin by some contrived plot twist as I feel most authors might have handled this. However, as the story develops and you learn of the situation with her ex-husband and that she has never been loved--her actions and choices all make sense. She had so many affairs because it was a quest for the love she never had and the reason that prostitution was so horrible for her was because it had never really been about sex--she knew she was definitely not going to find love through her encounters at Ms. Tongs and was very uncomfortable there.
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