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  • Paperback: 368 pages
  • Publisher: Spice (April 27, 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373605439
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373605439
  • Product Dimensions: 7.9 x 6.3 x 0.8 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 8.8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 3.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (57 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #416,182 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Charlotte Featherstone writes erotic historical romance, and historical romance for Harlequin Spice, and HQN Books. Her writing style has been described as beautiful, haunting, emotional and sensual. Charlotte lives on Lake Erie's North Shore in Ontario Canada, with her husband, daughter and two lovable but ill behaved dogs.

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With a jaded outlook and a black heart, Matthew, Earl of Wallingford, knew exactly what human nature consisted of. Temptation and physical pleasure. At least he had it in him to acknowledge the flaw. Unlike so many of his peers, he did not pretend to be otherwise. He was an unconscionable wastrel without thought or feeling. A rake with insatiable appetites. A disreputable heartbreaker, women said with disgust as he strolled by. Yet it was these same women who entertained him in their husbands' homes, with anything but disgust.

Ah, the facade of Victorian morality. What a jest.

It was a wonderful time for someone like him to be alive. Someone who didn't believe the innate nature of humans was anything more than self-serving. He had seen very little goodness in his life. But then he had been the furthest from kind or good himself.

Every day he was confronted with man's startling avarice. And nowhere on earth was the confirmation of mankind's selfish, pleasure-seeking ways more evident than in London, among the aristocracy's elite.

Behind fluttering silk fans, and beyond the fashionable ballrooms where champagne and polite conversation flowed, lay a cesspool of immorality and vice. It was this dichotomy that Matthew found so amusing. He enjoyed watching the members of the nobility feverishly working to implement the queen's moral views on religion, family and sex. These were the men who married, fathered children and touted the merits of the married state thither and yon. They were the leaders whom the queen respected, whom she believed in. The ones who championed social reform, who rallied vigorously and vocally at parliament to keep the whores off the street and sex buried beneath a cloak of piety. It was these same men, he thought with amused cynicism, that he greeted in the evening as he toured the brothels, the gambling halls and the supper clubs. Hell, he even, on occasion, shared a cheroot and a glass of port with them while watching the naked dancers parade about, jiggling their breasts and bottoms from the stage where they danced seductively to a bawdy tune.

Pious and moral, indeed. Even now the mayor's secretary had a woman's face in his lap and another's breasts in his hand. And the mayor? He had taken his leave a few minutes earlier with his long-standing mistress hanging on his arm. Matthew wondered if the mayor had given his young wife and two-day-old son a second thought this evening. Not likely.

The world-weary space where his heart and soul had once lain laughed at the ever-opposing sides. Morality and London were not symbiotic. Human nature and temptation, now they were synonymous. He, more than anyone, understood that.

Glancing around the smoky supper club he suddenly realized that it never ceased to amaze him, the variety of proclivities offered in the metropolis. Vice of every kind was available in Victorian London. One didn't even need a fortune to secure one's pleasure. Some vices came cheap. Others, not so much. Some men would part with their souls for a chance to taste the sweet nectar of forbidden delights. It was that fact, coupled with his knowledge of what his peers lusted for, that had him here tonight.

He knew a thing or two about lust and selling one's soul. A painful, haunting lesson that, but one that had served him well. One that would pay him back tonight.

Considered a connoisseur of the more pleasurable vices, Matthew was a leader in things such as depravity and scandal, and tonight he was using his reputation to further his goals.

While the gentleman of the ton played at morality by day whilst indulging in sin at night, Matthew could not be bothered to pretend to be the former. He never was one for hypocrisy. Why act the gentleman when he was nothing but a bastard? He had never understood the need to act like two separate people. It seemed a lot of work, and for what? He respected these men no more than he would a thief or a convict. Perhaps, he thought with a small smile, he respected them even less. There was a certain honor among thieves, and these men, in their evening dress and smooth smiles, had no honor.

So, not desiring to be a hypocrite, he lived his life in sin, day and night. And he would have it no other way.

He probably should have felt a measure of mortification that he could so easily admit to such a flaw, but he was incapable of shame. He had no conscience or soul. No heart, either. That had broken and died years ago. The leftover pieces had petrified in his chest, leaving stone shrapnel in a black, empty place that felt nothing. Just a yawning void of… nothing. And he liked it that way.

He didn't get close to any of the women he took his pleasure from. And he never took them to his home, either, and preferred to rut on anything but a bed. Proclivities, he reminded himself. London could provide for even the most bizarre perversions. Finding women who would give him what he wanted wasn't a trial. The only real difficulty was avoiding those irritating emotional entanglements that women liked to enmesh with the act. Fucking was fucking as far as he was concerned. The act was nothing but cock, cunt and the grunts of pleasure. There was nothing more to it than a physical connection in which a male and female's genitals met. Of course, the poets would fiercely argue otherwise, and his best friend, Lord Raeburn would strenuously work to dissuade him of his slanted view. But Matthew knew better. He'd never been with a woman who didn't spread her thighs for nothing. There was always a reason: coin, advancement, even something as mundane as making a husband or other lover jealous. There was always motivation behind it.

It hadn't taken a lot for Matthew to discover that women manipulated men with sex. It was a female's most lethal and effective weapon. And being a man who rather enjoyed getting off, he had no recourse but to submit to them, despite their manipulations.

"Evening, guv." The sultry voice was followed by the brush of an ample breast along his arm. He stiffened, striving to put the old anxiety and distaste back in that gaping void where his soul had once resided. He didn't care to be put upon by a female who took the lead. In this chase, he preferred the part of predator. But this one, with her doe eyes and pouting mouth would not easily be run to ground. Her air of innocence was an illusion. She was as calculating as they came, and any submission on her part would be feigned.

"I could suck the Thames dry, you know."

Focusing on the stage, where the dancers were strutting about in drawers and bare breasts, Matthew ignored her throaty voice and the subtle sounds that were designed to mimic sucking lips. "I'm not in the mood for mouth play."

"What are you in the mood for then, guv?" she whispered while she raked her hand through his hair.

A bundle of money, he thought savagely, hating how he had to sit there and endure her attentions. Her perfume was suffocating him. So were her tits, which she kept shoving in his face.

"That 'andsome gent over there tells me you've painted a naughty picture, and it's going to be auctioned off tonight."

Matthew glanced at the gent in question. Broughton. His friend never could keep his mouth shut. Broughton caught his scowl. The bastard actually grinned.

"Why don't you give me a try, guv?" she purred, running her hand along his thigh. "I could be naughty."

He ignored her, even as her fingertips traveled down the leg of his trousers. "Cor, yer hard," she cooed. "Big strong thighs, I bet yer built like a bull, aren't ye?"

Wrong words. Any erection that was mounting despite his mental distaste deflated like a hot-air balloon. "Excuse me," he growled, nearly toppling her to the ground when he jumped up from the chair.

"Come back, guv," she called. "We can have a merry party."

With a sense of relief, he saw that the woman had now fixed her attentions on Broughton. She was crawling all over him as Broughton leaned back in his chair allowing her attentions.

Matthew had never been one for that sort of play, preferring something more direct, like his cock in a quim without preamble. What was the point of foreplay when it didn't interest him? When he wanted to fuck, he wanted his pleasure. The rest could all go to hell.

Reaching for a glass of champagne from a passing tray, Matthew made his way to the back room where the portrait he had painted was going to be auctioned off. He had heard enough crude remarks this night, and seen enough antics to know that this was the perfect venue for his art auction. The clientele of the supper club was a good mix of old and new money. They would pay a fortune for his portrait, and in return he would use their money to fund his art gallery.

Downing the champagne, he felt the slow burn along his throat, wishing it was something stronger, even though he was already well on his way to being drunk. More and more, he found himself on the way, he thought morosely. But when one lived the sort of life he did, dissolute and isolated, one needed the company of something that understood.

Taking another glass, he watched the men swarming into the room with the club girls and their mistresses. There were no wives here this night, a fact that Wallingford did not belabor. He was here for the money to fund his art gallery. Plain and simple.

"Everything is going well," Raeburn said as he slapped Matthew against the shoulder. "What a bloody crush."

Matthew grunted and took a drink of his champagne as he looked about the room. It was a bloody crush. There wasn't a corner free of slobbering lustful men waiting for a chance to see the portrait he had dangled and teased before them. Hopefully the piece would be inspiring enough to force the men to bid heavily. He needed the blunt if he was going to get his gallery opened. And the gallery had been the only thing of importance i...

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Customer Reviews

The ending in this book really disappointed me.
Shelia Bingham
So with the epilogue I give it 5 stars and now I'm off to read Addicted which is the first in the series.
The characters were very well written and well thought out.

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27 of 28 people found the following review helpful By VampFanGirl on April 28, 2010
Format: Paperback
Matthew, the Earl of Wallingford, is a man of complete and utter vice. Rather than play the hypocrite and act the gentleman by day and rogue by night, Wallingford shrugs off the bother and instead fuels his insatiable rakehell reputation all hours of every day. The fact of the matter is that he knows he's damaged goods and completely beyond repair, besides, his jaded soul isn't worth any one's saving. His is a black and broken heart that annoyingly continues to beat within his chest while he sulks about his life from shadow to shadow. But when he's attacked, picked clean of his identity and left for dead in the raunchy East End of London, an angel named Jane is about to shine a blinding light upon all the gnarled wounds of his aching soul.

Jane Rankin has been incredibly fortunate in what could have easily been a very unfortunate life and she doesn't take any of it for granted. Born a bastard, Jane's aristocratic father turned out his own young child along with her mistress mother onto the streets when he married, forcing Jane to endure what no child should ever have to experience. Thankfully she was taken in by Lady Blackwood, an elderly Victorian feminist who believes in independence and self-sufficiency. For fourteen years, Jane has been Lady Blackwood's lady's companion and just when she thought she knew herself in all her entirety, a beautiful dark angel lands practically into her lap while nursing at London College Hospital. Knowing that Lady Blackwood won't be there for her forever, Jane has pursued a career in nursing and it's not just a means to an end either, Jane loves her job and empowers a strict code of honor where her patients are concerned.
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful By Cdnreader on October 9, 2010
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While I somewhat enjoyed the book, I felt that Wallingford character was a paradox, someone who goes against society at every opportunity and does not care a wit for anyone and anything, all of a sudden he does a complete turn around and agrees to marry because he father dictates it. SPOILER -
we find out that his sister is really his daughter and she is threatened, and he loves, loves her and now will do anything to keep her safe, please where did that come from - how many times did he ever visit her to ensure that she was OK, since both her mother and his father did not care for her at all? When did he start to be so self-sacrificing? When he "fell in love" with Jane? And how come he did not recognize Jane's voice when he met her outside the hospital? END OF SPOILER

That said, I really liked the writing style, but not enough to read ADDICTED. I gave SINFUL a 3 star, but it's really only a 2 1/2 star for me, unfortunately......
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12 of 16 people found the following review helpful By wavy3 on November 4, 2010
Format: Paperback
Wow. This was so much better than Featherstone's previous book, Addicted. Honestly, my hopes weren't high as I started this one, expecting all the old chiches: Woman loves man but man is too stupid to realize he loves her, everyone warns woman away from man, man is not worthy of woman etc...

Were they in this book? Only a tiny bit.

This one follows Lord Wallingford and Jane Rankin, a nurse and Lady's companion.

Yes, I've read countless books where heroine nurse heals hero and they fall for each other, but this one was unique. When Matthew falls for Jane, he has this dream of what she looks/acts like, so when he finally meets her outside of the hospital, in daylight, he doesn't recognize her, and, he in fact scorns her. From that moment on, I was hooked, having not been sure what with the slow start.

Matthew and Jane were such likable, well developed, uniquely real characters, and so well suited for each other. Their love was practically flooding off the pages. Matthew does start of as the cliche rake who will eventually meet the one woman to change him, but there's something else about him that makes him unique from any other hero I've read about in a romance. His reasons for being the way he is were horribly sad, but the way they were portrayed through his actions with Jane was perfect.

There was one small twist that I guessed pretty early on, but I must say I was kind of happy with it. It's relating to Sarah, Matthew's...sister. I won't say any more on that.

The relationship between Matthew and Jane developes slowly, with neither of them trusting each other, and with both of them confused on who the other really is. In Jane's case: was Matthew Matthew, or was he Wallingford?
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7 of 9 people found the following review helpful By A. Schreiner on May 2, 2010
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Matthew, Earl of Wallingford is a very talented artist - but his art is of the disrespectful kind, usually including naked women. Matthew has a painting up for auction and he desperately hopes the bidding goes high so he can open his own art gallery. You see, although he is an Earl, his living expenses are not plenty due to a very poor relationship with his father. Matthew cares for no one - not even himself. He is a very broken man, having endured sexual abuse while growing up, he sees sex as just an act. Women are just an object to achieve release. Period. As he says, he has had very little good in his life.

It is during this auction that he is robbed and suffers a very bad head trauma. He ends up at London College Hospital where Jane Rankin works as a nurse on the night shift. Matthew's eyes are swollen and bandaged so he can't see Jane, but she instantly calms him. As panic overcomes him being bound to the hospital bed, her soothing voice makes it bearable for him. She becomes the only person allowed to touch him. Jane has not had a happy childhood either, homeless as just a child, she was taken up by Lady Blackwood and has become her companion. She finds solace in the nursing profession and now as an adult doesn't have a lot of shame for being a working woman.

Jane takes in the attractive, yet violent Matthew and is overwhelmed. She has seen plenty of naked patients, but there is something different about Matthew, something that draws her to him.

After Matthew is released, he can't get Jane out of his mind. He sends word to her to meet him and as she walks up to him, he doesn't recognize her. He takes her for a mere servant and brutally ignores her. Jane flees, and by coincidence meets up with him at a wedding for mutual friends.
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