Eighteen-year-old Ella Bailey knows that if she is to have any hope of a good match, she must marry quickly before her father completes the ruin of her family’s fortune and good name with his wanton living. Her situation is made worse when a wealthy viscount expresses interest in her hand and she accepts his invitation to a party, only to have the supposed gentleman first seek to seduce her and then attempt to force himself on her.
After his efforts to despoil her are thwarted, the spiteful cad does his utmost to slander Ella’s character with scandalous accusations. With her reputation in tatters and nowhere else to turn, Ella seeks solace in the arms of the enigmatic Gethin Powell, a rich, handsome lord known for his lack of concern for the expectations of high society.
Gethin takes a strong interest in Ella, but he makes it abundantly clear that he is a man who expects to be obeyed in all things. Living under his roof as his woman will mean submitting to his authority, surrendering her body to his desires, and baring her bottom for his stern chastisement whenever he deems it necessary.
Ella soon discovers that Gethin’s sexual appetites are both fierce and insatiable, but as he thoroughly lays claim to her naked, blushing body, she is deeply ashamed to find herself hungering for more. But even as their passion for each other grows deeper, an old and powerful secret waits to come to light. When Ella learns the truth about Gethin, will it tear her away from the man who has taken her as his mate?
Publisher’s Note: His Lordship’s Mate is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
He furiously charged through the nettles and brambles.
Was he too late to save her?
Her foolish, brazen behaviour and lack of prudence was unacceptable. No mate of his would be permitted toefy the boundaries he would put about her. He would keep her safe and protected. However, she couldn’t know that he’d already laid claim to her—how could she when she’d never seen him.
Damn the bastard—the so-called lord with a cavalier attitude—the wastrel would regret going near her.
He was close enough to hear their raised voices. While she pleaded, the ridiculous popinjay laced his vulgar tone with arrogance and hostility.
Flesh was struck—the sound of a firm slap raced towards him. He changed direction, swerved past a tree stump, and picking up his pace, forced his legs to work harder.
A masculine guffaw—somewhere to his left. He darted beneath a low branch and listened again. This time he heard the man threaten her.
He slowed, but not to catch his breath, he wasn’t panting, rather he needed to ensure he had control of his anger. There was no point in being armed, he needed no physical weapons. The last thing he wanted was a mob of vigilantes rampaging through the forest seeking revenge on behalf of a murdered lord.
He peered through the ferns. The bastard had brought her to a sacred place to violate her. She tried to escape by crawling on her hands and knees, but her feet had become tangled in her skirts.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he realised not only was she vulnerable and weak, but also how unaware she was of the bond he’d already forged between them. Hot blood coursed through his body. She was his and nobody else’s.
The beauty didn’t stand a chance if he didn’t reveal himself. It was a risk worth taking.
Launching himself off the ground, he crashed through the low branches and leaped onto her assailant.