Jessie's Jewels [Submissive Sirens 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

Submissive Sirens 2

Jessie’s Jewels

Lady Jessamy Cumberland values her independence, and she won’t give it up for anybody. Well, she might be persuaded to compromise for some steamy sex, especially if the sex involves her scrumptious butler and dashing neighbor, the duke…but it won’t be forever. Will it?

Jessamy can’t ignore her feelings for either man, and she goes willingly down the garden path that leads to a BDSM fantasy with all the trimmings.

Liam Douglas has worked as a butler for Lady Jessamy for years, and he’s tired of ignoring his feelings for her. It’s complicated, though, because he’s also tired of hiding his feelings for the duke.

His Grace, Duke Gabriel Hartley, is a self-confessed pervert. A Dom by nature, the duke wants Jessamy and Liam in his bed, and he’s willing to do what it takes to get them there.

Will lust be enough when a mysterious threat arises?

Genre: Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre

Length: 63,079 words 

JESSIE’S JEWELS

 

Submissive Sirens 2

 

 

 

 

 

Charlotte Smith

 

 

 

 

 

 

MENAGE AMOUR

 

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JESSIE’S JEWELS

Copyright © 2012 by Charlotte Smith

E-book ISBN: 978-1-62241-182-5

 

First E-book Publication: September 2012

 

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JESSIE’S JEWELS

Submissive Sirens 2

 

Charlotte Smith

Copyright © 2012

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Lady Jessamy Cumberland was cranky. She was very conscious, as she stared at her reflection in her dressing table mirror, that cranky was not a word her late mother would have approved she use. Cross, perhaps, would have been more acceptable to Lady Catherine, or ill-tempered. Jessie could picture her mother’s face becoming pinched at her daughter’s use of common language, a long-suffering sigh escaping Lady Catherine’s small, thin-lipped mouth.

Good thing she’s not here to hear it, Jessie thought with a grimace. Her mother had died nine years ago, when Jessie had been all of nineteen. And Jessie was honest enough with herself to admit her mother wasn’t missed much, by her or anyone else.

Jessie smiled a little, stretching her arms above her head and luxuriating in the knowledge that she could be as cranky as she wanted. She pursed her mouth, looking around the room behind her for a way of venting her grumpy mood. Her eyes lighted on an oversized pillow on the floor beside her bed—she must have missed it when she made the bed after getting up this morning. Jessie rose, circling around the pillow and stalking it like prey. She stooped down, plumping it for a moment before standing straight and deciding on a trajectory.

“Ha!” Jessie shouted, kicking the pillow across the room. “Take that!”

Satisfied, Jessie flounced back to her dressing table and sat staring at her reflection once more. Her reflection stared back at her, and Jessie winced at the moodiness her reflection displayed. Damn. I really do look cranky.

She sighed as she passed a hand over her eyes. If she looked cranky, she had good reason. The daughter of a lesser-known English marquess, Jessie was the last of their family line. After her mother’s death almost a decade before, the title had fallen to her brother, Christopher, and Christopher had wasted no time burning through family money, reducing their estate almost to name only. Hell, she’d even tried to escape her family by getting married. It hadn’t worked—the wedding didn’t happen—and she grimaced as she remembered how that had gone.

Her brother was dead, too, Jessie reminded herself.