Good Manors is the latest offering from the Queen of Smut, Victoria Blisse. Part of the ‘What’s Her Secret Series’ of books from Totally Bound, this is a novel with twists, turns, secrets and steaming hot erotic encounters.
Set in an English country Manor, Victoria’s novel has a uniquely British feel and gives a glimpse behind the scenes of the aristocracy including its seedier side. Told from the point of view of both of the main characters, you see through the eyes of both the secret keeper and the one kept in the dark.
Mallard Hall plays host to games of submission and Dominance for one unique couple, but do the secrets of the past threaten the new bonds being forged?
India Grace, a respected journalist, is assigned to the estate for a behind the scenes look at how it runs. It is the last place in the world she wants to be. Back when she was young and naïve she took a photo of old Lord Mallard, which led to her success and his downfall. She carries the guilt with her to the location and it’s constantly in the back of her mind when she meets the hall’s latest owner, Xander Patrick.
Xander’s father died when he was only thirteen, and he doesn’t hold many good memories of him. He helped his mum build Mallard Hall back up, and since her death struggles to keep it going single-handedly. The last thing he needs is a meddling journalist poking into estate business, especially when the meagre profits are mysteriously disappearing.
The two try to keep their distance but find themselves drawn together in many unexpected ways. A meal leads to an investigation of secret passageways and from that India and Xander explore their attraction, using different rooms of the hall for their kinky games.
In the end India’s secret will have to come out, but will it bring the couple closer together or tear them apart?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM and voyeurism.
General Release Date: 15th September 2015
I got everything ready for what I hoped would be a date and a successful one at that, then rushed along to the staffroom to wait for India.
She kept me waiting for thirty minutes.
“Sorry I’m late,” she purred on entering the room. “It takes rather a while for me to get pretty.”
“Wow.” I was close to speechless. She was naturally gorgeous and didn’t need anything to enhance that but she wore the most striking dress in a scarlet velvet that hugged her curves and showed off her pale flesh at bosom and thigh. “Just wow.” I shook my head.
What am I doing?
She looked like the cat who’d got the cream. She stood defiantly, like she was challenging me to a duel. I was at once petrified and highly turned on. This woman wasn’t going to roll over and surrender.
Pearls dangled from her ears and surrounded her neck. I was transfixed as she ran a finger across the collar of white beads at her throat, making me think of other white, creamy droplets as she showed off the scarlet of her nails.
“We’re not eating in here tonight.” I smiled. “I thought we’d really push the boat out as it’s your last night here.”
“Lead the way, then.” She almost sounded disinterested but the glint in her eye gave her away.
“I only asked you to wear a pretty dress, India, not one that was prone to give me a heart attack.”
“I like to go beyond a man’s expectations.” She winked.
I led her down the corridor, her little heels click, click, clicking all the way to the dining room.
She gasped when we entered and it was my turn to smirk. I’d set up a smaller table by the fireplace and placed candles on a bright white tablecloth then I pulled up two of our most opulent chairs. The upholstery matched her dress. The logs crackled in the grate and set a romantic glow around the room. I’d lit the candelabras along the huge state table but that was the only light, and it flickered and highlighted the polished silver and the beautifully detailed gold floral pattern on the dark red flocked wallpaper.
“Well, they didn’t have electric lights back in the day, so I thought we’d keep things authentic.” I captured her cold fingers and led her over to the table. I pulled back a chair and helped her sit. “Champagne?”
“Yes, please,” she replied.
I walked over to the side table and retrieved a bottle from the ice bucket then deftly popped the cork.
“It’s beautiful in here.” She spoke when the pop of the cork and its impressive echo around the room came to a stop.
“This was the room that needed the most restoration. I’m very proud of it. It’s barely ever used, though, which is a shame, but then when you know how much the flooring cost you do tend to worry about crumbs.”
“Oh, thanks for that. I’m definitely not going to be able to eat anything now.”
“Don’t worry.” I laughed. “We do own a vacuum.”
I carried over the two champagne flutes, passed one to her then offered mine forward.
“A toast.” I looked deep into her eyes. “Good Manors.” I lifted my glass and tipped it toward her.
“Good Manors,” she echoed and touched her flute to mine.
I watched as she took a sip, the bubbles licking her ruby red lips. I didn’t know how long I stared at her but she eventually dropped her gaze and I shook myself out of the stupor.
“Food, that’s what we need next.” I coughed and walked back over to the side table. “I know we’re in a very traditional space but I thought something meze inspired would be good. I don’t want to spend half the night in the kitchen.” I picked up the silver tray and carried it back to her. I popped little bowls on the table, filled with olives and mini mozzarella, roasted peppers and sun blush tomatoes, then followed them with plates of cured meats.
“Wow, this is a spread.” She gasped.
“Well, I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a bit carried away. There’s another load yet, hold on.”
I took the tray back with me and headed toward the hot box. I was impressed by how warm it had kept the food. I’d borrowed it from the caterer we used for weddings. Well, they’d left it after the last event so I was fairly certain they’d not mind. I’d made many of the dishes for the first time from recipes I’d found online, things like patas bravas and tortilla, and mixed them with my own favorite, paella. I’d never traveled outside the UK but I did enjoy trying foods from exotic locations. It was a way of traveling without leaving the hall.
“Help yourself”—I gestured toward the food then sat down—“there’s plenty to go round.”
“I don’t know where to start.” She laughed. “It all looks so good. Thanks, Xander.”
“You’re welcome, but you’ve not tried anything yet!”
“It smells wonderful, though, and you didn’t poison me last night.” She giggled.
“No, that’s true.” I nodded. “Though I have heard my kisses are deadly.”
“Well, I’m still here.” She fluttered her lashes and looked down at the end of her fork.
I loved the pink suffusion on her cheeks. Making her blush was fun. I wondered how good her butt cheeks would look in the same shade of pink and had to shift in my seat as my cock leapt in the confines of my trousers.
“So you are. Maybe I didn’t kiss you hard enough,” I teased.
“I’m not sure if I’m excited or scared. It seems you want to kill me, Xander.”
“No, my kiss might slay you but there’s a secret potion I know will revive you if that happens.”
“Really.” I nodded. I think the champagne bubbles had gone straight to my head, or maybe my decision to go for it was making me so brazen.
“Well, in that case then I won’t worry anymore.”
“Pure Blisse!” Karen Shenton
“The sex scenes are off-the-charts kind of HAWT…” The TBR Pile
“Full of sexy encounters and a gut wrenching confession Good Manors is a great page turner.” Alison Grieg
“I loved the writing on this book, it was engaging and sexy, with a hint of intrigue.” Momof3infl
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and nights dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out http://ilovesmut.uk for more details.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk