Unmasked [Paperback]

Kathleen Lawless (Author)

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Publication Date: July 20, 2004

No man had the slightest idea of her restless yearnings, her innermost desires....

Aurora Tremblay is a beautiful, headstrong woman with a powerful obsession: Grayson Thorne. Sensationally wealthy and handsome, he holds the key to Aurora's dream. But Grayson has his own agenda for this self-styled Grand Adventuress, who unknowingly invaded a most private sort of party at his remote estate. Soon Aurora finds herself a pawn in a seductive, role-playing game in which cloaked strangers beg for her forbidden touch and temptation is everywhere...until the fiery passion between Aurora and Grayson brings them dangerously close to taking the ultimate risk -- falling in love.

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Kathleen Lawless is a pseudonym. The author of A Hard Man to Love and three other erotic romances from Pocket Books, she finds her inspiration on the beaches of British Columbia. She believes chocolate and red wine are basic food groups and knows firsthand that oysters are a natural aphrodisiac.

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Chapter One

1899

"The Grayson Estate, Missus."

"It's huge!" Aurora Tremblay rested her elbows on the edge of the hot-air balloon's swaying wicker basket and leaned forward for a better look. From a sprawling mansion flanked by outbuildings amidst acres of formal gardens, to wooded copses, riding trails, a maze, and a pond, the estate below was far more grandiose than she'd expected. "Can you set down on the lawn over there?"

"I can try."

When the basket touched down on the manicured lawn of the estate, Aurora hiked up her skirt with one hand, balanced her champagne glass in the other hand, and scrambled over the edge.

Once both feet landed on firm ground she straightened her hat and jacket and smoothed her skirt, as if such an entrance was an everyday occurrence. Since she'd cleverly avoided spilling even a drop of champagne, she tossed back her head and downed the contents of her glass. She'd need the extra fortification before she tackled the infamous Grayson Thorne, lord and master of the domain she had just breached.

The sound of applause momentarily caught her off guard, before she turned to her fan and made an exaggerated stage bow.

"Nicely done." The speaker was tall, broad of shoulder, and dark-haired. He appeared amused as he strolled toward her, a casual fluidity in his every step. Thorne? Or one of his henchmen?

If he thought to intimidate her, he'd need to do more than simply skim his eyes assessingly over her form. Except those dark, enigmatic eyes somehow managed to probe uncomfortably below the surface and ruffle her complacency. Why else would she suddenly feel as vulnerable as if she stood before him in her underpinnings, or less? As if he could see right through her well-rehearsed persona to the delicious secret longings that burned incessantly in her thoughts.

Ridiculous.

Impossible.

Not even the man she'd been married to had the slightest idea of her restless cravings, her innermost fantasies and desires.

"In fact," she said breezily, "it was quite the ride. Already I'm wondering what I might take on next."

"You make a habit of this type of thing?"

"I most certainly try." Was he laughing at her? Those firm lips curved upward in a way that seemed forced. Perhaps the man just wasn't accustomed to smiling very often. Surely a glower would be more at home on those handsome, ruggedly masculine features.

She dug into her reticule and pulled out a pristine new calling card, which she passed to him.

"Mrs. H. R. Tremblay," he read aloud. "Grand Adventuress." Now there was no mistaking the mockery in his tone and his eyes. "Just what does a grand adventuress do?"

"All manner of things." Drat, she sounded far too throaty, her words husky and breathless. A fact that did not escape the notice of the man before her. His reaction was subtle -- a perceptible dilation of the pupils, a slight quickening of his breath as he acknowledged the intangible something that tautened between them. Almost as if invisible silken bonds slowly and surely twined them together.

Mad imaginings!

Aurora cleared her throat. "Could you please be so kind as to direct me to Grayson Thorne? He and I have an important matter to discuss."

His gaze swept her once more in that disconcerting fashion. Energy. Power. Magnetism. He had to be Thorne; for he exuded a fascinating combination of strength and raw sex that Aurora could not only see and smell and feel, but almost taste. She moistened her lips with her tongue, aware of the way he watched her slightest move, then matched it with one of his own.

She got the sense he was biding his time. Waiting for the right moment...To what -- sweep her into his arms? Carry her into his lair? Now that would be an adventure. People spoke of the powerful Grayson Thorne with a hushed reverence and awe, and she was starting to see why.

"Your ride appears to have left without you."

Aurora swung about, aghast to see the balloon rising skyward. "He told me he would wait."

"The wind, it would seem, had different ideas."

How had Thorne gotten so close? One minute he'd been a safe distance from her, now he stood directly before her, very much larger than life. She sensed raw, unleashed power, barely glossed over and held in check by the dictates of polite society.

If he was a warrior, what battles did he fight? Inward? Outward? What secrets did he harbor behind those enigmatic dark eyes? What images haunted his sleep and invaded his dreams?

His presence was so powerful, she started when he touched her. He took her arm in a possessive, proprietarial manner and began to steer her in the direction of the mansion. "And thus it would appear that one adventure begets another, and you find yourself my unexpected guest."

"Do you entertain often?" She didn't want to antagonize the man, simply state her business at the first opportunity, then be on her way.

"Sadly, no. With the exception of the next few days, of course."

"Oh?" Aurora allowed his hand to remain on her arm as she turned her attention toward the mansion, which, from the air, had appeared immense. Viewed up close it was just as imposing, sprawling in different directions.

"Indeed." They reached the front stairs just as a carriage rounded the bend and made its way up the drive toward them. When Aurora would have drawn back, Thorne's hold grew more insistent, a subtle pressure she felt radiate through her.

"The least you can do is come and help me greet my guests. And the very least I can do is refill your glass." He plucked the empty champagne glass from her hand and barked instructions to the bevy of household servants poised beneath the porte cochere to greet the carriage.

Aurora watched wide-eyed as trunk after trunk was unloaded with swift efficiency from inside the carriage.

The driver said, "The club members are following, sir. With the ladies."

"Very good." Grayson turned to his manservant. "Hudson, I'll leave you to see everyone gets comfortably settled."

"Certainly, sir."

"I've come at an inopportune time," Aurora said as Grayson marched her inside, across an immense marble-hued hallway with a curving antebellum staircase, to what was obviously his study. Dark wainscoting, a huge wooden desk, uncomfortable horsehair furniture. A true man's domain, as dark and forbidding as the man himself. The chair across from his desk proved as uncomfortable as it looked, clearly intended to discourage one from lingering in his lordship's presence.

"Extremely inopportune," he agreed. He opened a chilled bottle of champagne in a manner that suggested it was a frequent ritual, then made a production of refilling her glass. After delivering her drink, he poured himself a measure of whiskey and sprawled behind his desk.

Aurora took a sip. Business, she reminded herself. Ignore the unsettling effect he has on you. It's obviously well practiced and garners him results.

Her mind skipped off sideways, thinking of the result should the two of them suddenly be united in mutual effort. Or mutual ecstasy. Suddenly Aurora was far too warm, but she resisted the urge to slip out of her jacket, a move Thorne would no doubt interpret as weakness. He'd think he was ruffling her composure. Perhaps she should allow him that false impression, let him think he held the upper hand. "I didn't mean to crash your party."

"Well, you certainly intended to breach my privacy. Now that you're here, I'm afraid you'll find yourself dependent upon my good nature."

Aurora tilted her head and studied him from beneath lowered lashes, unable to resist baiting him as he baited her. "Do you even have one? A good nature, that is?"

"Come, come, Mrs. Tremblay. You have inveigled your way into my home and some very expensive French champagne. I'm neglecting my guests for you, so intriguing do I find your charming presence."

Another woman might fall back on her feminine wiles, flirting with him to pander to his ego. Aurora was not another woman. "Please don't."

He looked askance at her curt response.

She leaned forward. "Please don't attempt to flirt with me, as if I'm a guest whom you must make feel welcome. Simply hear me out, then dispatch me back to the city, posthaste."

He rose and refilled her glass although she'd barely touched its contents, his hand atop hers steadying the stemware. She felt the heat radiate from his fingertips and ignite her skin, a wildfire that rippled through her blood to pool in her feminine recesses.

"And just how do you propose I do that? Your rather irregular mode of arrival seems to have left you quite stranded."

Pointedly, she removed his hand from hers and stood as well. Much better to be eye to eye than have him loom over her. "Don't toy with me, Mr. Thorne. Simply bundle me into a carriage, and I'll be out of your way."

"Supposing I don't care to have you out of my way?"

"You have a houseful of guests to attend to."

"Strangers, most of the lot. Have you heard of the Rose and Thorn Club?"

"Of course." Anyone raised in the world of theater, as she had been, was well aware of the gentlemen's club, with its exclusivity and mystique. Having a club champion guaranteed the stage success of any actress. Thorne's father had been a founding member.

"Of course," Grayson echoed in slightly mocking tones. "Tell me, does Mr. Tremblay know what sort of adventure you've embarked upon?"

"I'm a widow," Aurora said.

"I wondered," Grayson said. "You have the look."

"What look?"

"The look of a woman who has been too long without a man."

"Ridicu -- "

Grayson took the champagne glass from her fingers and set it down nearby. He ripped her hat from her head and tossed it aside, then dug his hands through her hair, tumbling it loose. "I like you mussed."

"Mr. Thorne."

"Mrs. Tremblay."

He intended to kiss her! Aurora couldn't still the jolt of excitement that accompanied the knowledge. She felt hot and liquid at the same time. Melting. Ready.

She swayed toward him, compelled by something too powerful to question. She knew only t...

Product Details

• Paperback: 208 pages
• Publisher: Pocket Books (July 20, 2004)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0743476743
• ISBN-13: 978-0743476744
• Product Dimensions: 8.2 x 5.3 x 0.6 inches
• Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (5 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #962,856 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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11 of 11 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Better then I expected, March 4, 2005

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Jennifer Banker "Avid reader" (Il United States) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Unmasked (Paperback)

Mrs. Lawless has only one other book that I found in print. I figured that this book would be pretty good, if nothing else I know that she writes one hot sex scene and I knew this book was short enough I could get through it fast if it bored me. So, I was pleasently surprised when I found a really good plot in between the hot sex. I also found that I loved the characters. Even though the book is shorter then most novels, and you usually dont get to get inside the characters mind because there just arent enough pages in the book. Not so with this story. This story mainly takes place over three days, it is constant contact with the main characters for those three days. So, it almost makes it seem longer then that. A very action packed three days as well. No, it was not as involved as a full length novel, but it sure fits the bill.
This was a wonderfully sensual novel. Maybe because the story is over a three day period it is full of all kinds of action. Something is always going on and happening. Enjoy!!

7 of 8 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Unmasked Is A Fine Historical Read!, August 22, 2004

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Kristi Ahlers (Illinois) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Unmasked (Paperback)

This is the first time I've ever read Ms. Lawless. I am partial to historic romances set in Northern California especially San Francisco. When I found out that this was a turn of the century set read I quickly picked it up.

This was a fine read which included two great main characters,(Grayson and Aurora) that will have you as the reader rooting for their happily-ever-after. Finding that they are attracted to each other is not the problem. Realizing that their love is strong and can survive outside the estate boundaries of Grayson's house is quite another. This read offers not only a fine romance that is as sensual as it can be, but it also offers a suspese storyline regarding who killed Grayson's father.

I recommend this read for anyone that likes their romances spicy and sensual. This is a fast-paced read that will allow you to step into a wonderful make-believe world if for only a little while.

2 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars fine erotic historical romance, August 1, 2004

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Harriet Klausner - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Unmasked (Paperback)

In 1899, grand adventuress Aurora Tremblay rides an air balloon so that she can breech the estate of wealthy Grayson Thorne, who has ignored her attempts to make an appointment with him. However, when the wind sends her balloon away, Aurora is forced to rely on the hospitality of her host who insists he has no one available to take her back to San Francisco. Besides which she knows the opportunity is now to obtain her desires from him, the San Francisco's Gaslight Theater which she wants to have.

She was unprepared for the private debauchery party that was taking place on his remote estate. Even more wild is her reactions to Grayson, who seems to know her inner most fantasies and more than capable he carries them out. Soon Aurora and Grayson fall in love, but who will venture first to admit that this is more than just bodies perfectly melding into one; it's a lifetime together carried by the wind everywhere they go.

UNMASKED is a fine erotic historical romance starring two nice protagonists who readers will like although both come across as the depraved idle rich with too much time on their hands, which is the power of Kathleen Lawless' interesting tale. The author's skills lead fans to root for this duet to realize they belong together not just in the boudoir, but also following the wind wherever it takes them just like angels in the wind. In many ways fans will admire the courage of the couple for doing what many folks fantasize doing, but consider a guilty TABOO.

Harriet Klausner