Author Showcase – London Saint James

The Good Sister:
Part One

Trinity Lane Winslow feared everything and lived her life
vicariously through others. She dreamed of the impossible, yearning to be the
kind of woman men desired—especially Reid Addison.
Reid Addison feared nothing, except how the mousey little
blonde daughter of his housekeeper made him feel.  Even though Trinity Winslow wasn’t his type,
there was something intriguing about her.
Lord Ashton Archer lived a fairy tale life with property all
over the world, was heir to a ducal dynasty, and had women fawning all over
him. Anything a man could want, he obtained by the snap of his fingers.
By a twist of fate the three of them find their way into the
same illicit world of the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau. But
will they find what each of them truly desires? Or will they always long for
the forbidden?

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hands wrapped around the tops of my arms, pulling my body back into a muscular
     “Why do you haunt me?” he whispered
against my ear. 
     Goose bumps traversed my skin. My body, my
reactions would give me away. I must find a way not to react to Reid.
     “Please, speak to me,” Reid urged, “I need
to hear your voice for my own sanity.”
     I turned the doorknob, took Reid by the
hand, and led him into my room. I turned off the lights, leaving us in dimness.
The fire was low, no longer raging, but I would need to be careful. If I moved
him to the settee by the dressing area there would be very little light, and he
would not be able to fully see me. With his hand in mine, I took Reid to the
settee. I pressed upon his chest, urging him to sit. I placed my fingertip to
his lips, indicating not to speak. Reid sat. I unbuttoned his shirt one button
at a time.
     “There is something about you which haunts
me, calls to me, makes me think—” I stopped him with my lips. 
     I felt his fingers on the back of my neck,
urging me to stay. I pulled back, took his hand, turned it palm up, and with my
index finger I wrote:  NO.
     “Please, tell me who you are?”
     I closed my small hand over his, giving
him my final answer.
     Ashton bulldozed through my
thoughts. Something about this made me feel guilty, but I need not be guilty.
I’d come here for Reid. All of this was
for Reid
     Reid shrugged out of his shirt. I skimmed
my hands over his chest then over his rippled stomach without reservation or
hesitation. He was my goal, my focus, what I wanted, what I had always wanted.
My hands moved to the buttons on his jeans. I popped the first button and ran
my fingertips over the strength of his stomach once more, circling his navel.
His stomach muscles responded with a flexing jerk. 
     Reid placed his nose to my hair and
sniffed. I made it through the button fly of his jeans, and slipped my hand
inside the denim to feel Reid iron hard beneath my hand. I stroked him,
squeezed him, took in every inch of him. Reid groaned. I gripped at his pants,
     Reid stood up, and removed his pants. Once
they were gone he sat back down. I fell to my knees, at his feet, slid up
between his legs, grasped his hard cock in my hand, and placed a kiss to the
tip of him.
     “Shit,” he muttered. 
     I lifted my hand. He quieted. I kissed his
cock, and stroked his balls, but I knew he wanted hard and fast. I remembered
how he pleasured himself in the shower. How he fucked Breeze. Rough. I had to be prepared to give him
what he needed. It would be nothing like Ashton. I thought about Ashton
again, but I plucked Ashton from my thoughts. Reid was why I’d come to
France. Reid was who I desired. I couldn’t desire two men, could I? But
something about Ashton was different. No,
I cannot have feelings for Ashton. I
mouthed the ridge of Reid’s broad head.
     Reid snapped. He thrust his hips,
thrusting his cock deep, grabbing at the back of my head, pushing my head down
upon him, entangling his fingers into my hair, fisting.
     I didn’t struggle. I breathed through my
nose, relaxed my throat. 
     “Fuck,” he muttered. He let loose of my
     Reid got up from the settee, grabbed his
shirt then stopped. He was silent for a long moment. I watched as he pulled on
his jeans, securing them. He walked to the door. In the dim light I saw him run
his fingers through his hair, stopping to scrub the back of his neck. He
gripped his shirt in the other hand. I wondered if I should go to him. I stood,
walked to him, and reached out. I placed my hand to his muscled back.
     “I’m sorry,” he said in a whisper.
     Then Reid was gone.
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Trinity Lane Winslow stepped out of her fantasy world and
into the real one on a quest to obtain the object of her desire—Reid Addison.
The pursuit led her to the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau, the
man she craved, and the debonair Lord Archer, the man who offered what she
really longed for—love.

When Reid revealed his dark side, he knew he’d sealed his
fate and pushed Trinity into the waiting arms of Lord Archer. Can he live with
his decision?
Lord Archer would do anything for his beautiful Trinity, but
is he strong enough to hold onto her with all that conspire against them?

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ride back to the chateau was brief, only because I curled up on Ashton and fell
asleep. I was surprised when he woke me with the news we had arrived,
nonetheless happy to feel his lips pressed firmly upon mine. When the kiss
became a little more heated, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth, our exit
from the car waited.
     “Ashton, we should get out of the car
because if we continue I may do naughty things.”
     Ashton guffawed. “Yes, I am in agreement,
my dove. And by the by, you need to button your shirt.”
     “And you need to zip your pants.”
     Clothes straightened, breath regained, and
thoughts cleared, we left the confines of the car. When we walked through the
door of the chateau, everyone came to meet us. That in itself wasn’t unusual,
but what was unusual was the fact everyone seemed to be on edge.
“Welcome back, my petit,” Jacqueline greeted, giving me a peck on the
     “What’s going on?” I asked. “Why is
everyone looking like someone died?”
     “Reid is here,” Breeze confessed in a
rush, blurting out the words. “He’s been on a rant.”
if a tornado called forth on cue, Reid stormed into the foyer.
     “Fuck!” he exclaimed, glaring at me. “Do
you know how worried I have been about you? I knew Archer was coming, but you
never said anything about leaving with him.”
     “Reid,” Alec, Jacqueline’s muscle and
right hand man, said in his warning voice. “You will calm your voice and
control your anger while speaking with Trinity, or I will throw you out.”
     Ashton stepped in front of me.
     “Reid,” he said, and to my surprise he was
using a polite tone. “I understand how you might worry for Trinity. However, I
can assure you, I would never allow any harm to befall her.”
     Reid’s eyes flickered fury.
     “Archer.” Reid’s voice sounded as though
acid was on his tongue. “I really could care less what you have to say.”
      “Stop it!” I said. I huffed around
Ashton, feet planted firmly. “Reid, you have no claim over me nor do you have
any say in who I spend my time with or where I go.”
     Reid glared at me for a moment then the
glare changed to anger apparent as his features turned to stone. His silver
eyes narrowed. Ashton held on to my waist, as if he were ready to snatch me
back and pummel Reid if necessary.
     “Trinity,” Reid said through clenched jaw.
“Do you want to tell me something?”
     “No,” I said, lifting the set of my chin.
     “So you don’t want to tell me why you are
wearing a fucking rock on your hand?”
     Immediately, everyone seemed to stare at
my hand.
     “Well…” Ashton smiled. “We were going to
make a formal announcement, but since Addison is set on making a scene,” Ashton
said, taking hold of my hand. “I have asked Trinity to marry me, and she has
accepted my proposal.”
      A cacophony of noise followed. Gleeful
laughter from all my sisters could be heard. Sincere congratulations from Alec.
A hitching breath from Jacqueline, and a quite loud, “Fucking hell, you have
got to be pulling my dick!” from Reid.
     I snapped.
    “Reid, I swear. You may be my friend, but I
want to punch you in the face!”
     Ashton chuckled.
     “Trinity,” Reid muttered, looking almost
befuddled. “Fucking shit!” he yelled.
     He balled up his fist before he threw up
his hands. Reid turned and stormed past everyone, cussing all the way out the
front door before he slammed it with a thundering shake.
     Ashton smiled his wicked smile, gazing at
me. “That went rather well,” he said with a tone of not quite joking.
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