"I would never touch you. Not unless you asked for it."
Victorian England, 1846.
Her name is Felicity White. She has been compromised. Declaring her a stain upon the family, her aunt makes one last attempt to find her some position better than the workhouses. Felicity leaves London to become a maid at a remote estate on the Cornish coast, where rock drops sharply into sea.
She longs to put the past behind her. To make amends. But Trueth Manor is a grand and desolate place. And her new employer, Sir Perran Wiles, is the most striking sight. A recluse. Not really a knight. And also: not white.
Yet that is almost incidental to what he truly is. Temptation. The greatest risk for her to fall from grace entirely. Perhaps to fall much deeper still than this.
"I would never touch you. Not unless you asked for it."
Victorian England, 1846.
Her name is Felicity White. She has been compromised. Declaring her a stain upon the family, her aunt makes one last attempt to find her some position better than the workhouses. Felicity leaves London to become a maid at a remote estate on the Cornish coast, where rock drops sharply into sea.
She longs to put the past behind her. To make amends. But Trueth Manor is a grand and desolate place. And her new employer, Sir Perran Wiles, is the most striking sight. A recluse. Not really a knight. And also: not white.
Yet that is almost incidental to what he truly is. Temptation. The greatest risk for her to fall from grace entirely. Perhaps to fall much deeper still than this.