Devil in Duke’s Clothing, an erotic historical romance by Nina Mason,
tells the story of an innocent bride's struggles to adapt to her new
husband’s eccentric erotic tastes amidst the instability and hedonism of
the reign of Charles II. The book is the latest by Nina Mason, the author
of The Queen of Swords and The Tin Man. Book One in the Royal Pains
Trilogy, Devil in Duke's Clothing is highly erotic and features scenes of
voyeurism, bondage, flagellation, and a voyeuristic menage.
Devil in Duke’s Clothing is available in e-book and paperback.
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Maggie York, a convent-raised foundling, knows the Duke of Dunwoody’s
sexual tastes are a shade or two darker than normal, but marries him
anyway—partly because she has no other prospects and partly because, try
as she might, she can’t seem to exorcize her desire for the dashing ducal
devil. Two years ago, she watched him swive and spank her lady's maid,
luring her from the garden of innocence into the orchard of fleshly
delights--and she's been hungry for more ever since.
Robert Armstrong, the duke, is a Roman Catholic whose extreme devotions
as a child warped his desires as a man. He’s also a slave to the times in
which he lives--and to his king. Everything he is, everything he holds
dear, depends on staying in Charles II’s good graces. Unfortunately,
Maggie isn't the bride the king selected for him. Now, to make amends,
the duke must choose between the lesser of two evils: whore his wife or
be reduced to a penniless commoner.
Whose interests will Robert choose to serve, his own, the king’s, or the
woman he loves?
The duke pushed the sleeves off her shoulders and halfway down her arms
before about-facing her. Stooping, he pressed his mouth to her
His lips were deliciously warm and moist against the bulging tops of her
His hair tickled her flesh in a pleasing sort of way and smelled faintly
of lavender. He moved upward, kissing her collarbone, her throat, the
side of her neck, and her earlobe. After blowing in her ear, he whispered
in a voice like velvet, “Why did you marry me, knowing what you knew?”
A hot lump formed at her core. “Because.”
He ran his tongue around the folds of her ear, sending delicious shivers
through her. “Because why?”
you are a duke.” Mouth suddenly parched, she licked her lips.
“And you dreamed of being a duchess?”
“I would prefer not to say.”
“Because it will make me sound small and petty.”
His tongue’s explorations undermined her concentration. “Now I really
She heaved a sigh of surrender. “Survival,” she said, forcing the half-
truth from her throat. “Since you insist upon an answer, I married you
because you asked me to…and I had nowhere else to turn for protection.”
His mouth returned to her neck and proceeded to kiss, lick, and nip her
flesh, turning her insides to syrup.
“Thank you,” he said betwixt kisses.
Guilt crushed her chest like a bounder. Yes, she’d married him to gain
security, but she'd left out the part about lusting after him deep in her
heart. She moved away, removed the full-sleeved bodice, and laid it over
the bench at the foot of the bed.
He came up behind her, slipped his arms around her waist, and kissed the
back of her neck, setting her aflame.
She spun in his embrace and looked at him. His dark hair tumbled in soft
waves over his broad shoulders. His features were shadowed, making him
look dangerous. The need she’d stuffed down for so long erupted from her
core, thick and molten.
Bringing his mouth to hers, he kissed and nibbled her lips as his hands
untied the strings of her petticoat. It billowed to the floor, leaving
her in only her fancy wedding stays and shift.
“Now, 'tis my turn.”
Stepping back a wee ways, she pulled the diamond stick-pin from his
cravat, loosened the knot, and unfurled the long strip of linen
encircling his neck. Was it the same one he’d used to tie the maid’s
“Why did you dismiss Mistress Honeywell?” she asked, letting his neck
cloth slip from her fingers to the floor.
His beguiling mouth hitched into a crooked grin. “Had I known you’d seen
me swive her, I could have saved myself the trouble—and a few
“I’m sorry for your trouble, but do not regret her loss. Truth be known,
I never liked her—though I do not doubt part of my aversion stemmed from
what I witnessed.”
He lifted her chin, pulling her gaze to his. “Were you jealous, Rosebud?”
“Not at the time, but afterward, I resented her relationship with you.”
“There was no relationship. ‘Twas merely a one off.”
Unsure what to say in response, she unbuttoned his collar, opened the
front of his shirt, and slipped both hands inside. As her fingertips met
the warm, hair-garnished flesh of his chest, she nearly swooned.
How many times she had fantasized about touching him in this way. How
much better he felt in real life—a pleasing quilt of smooth skin, solid
bone and muscle, wiry hairs, and petal soft nipples. She pinched one
until it grew erect.
“You feel good, husband” she said. “You are well put together.”
“It gets better.” He laughed.
“I know.” She blushed at the memory. “I saw everything you own that day
in Mrs. McQueen’s closet.”
“And you married me anyway?”
“Oh, no. I married you because of it.”
The smile he gave her warmed her all the way down to her toes.
She swept her hands downward, shuddering when they touched the tartan
draped around his hips. The wool was finely woven, soft. She brushed the
apron, pleased to find he was aroused. So was she. Mightily.
Since that day in the closet, she’d pictured his hard phallus a thousand
times—in her hand, her mouth, and her cunny, and now 'twas at last within
grasp. She bent to unbuckle the belt circumnavigating his hips, but,
changing her mind, reached underneath the curtain of plaid instead.
He sucked in a breath as she ran her hands up the backs of his thighs.
They felt exactly as she’d dreamed they would. Lean, hard, and flocked in
bristly hair. Would his phallus feel the way she’d imagined, too?
About The Author
Nina Mason is a hopeful romantic with strong affinities for history,
mythology, and the metaphysical. She strives to write the same kind of
books she loves to read: those that entertain, edify, educate, and
She has two books out at present: The Queen of Swords, a darkly erotic
Scottish paranormal romance/urban fantasy, and The Tin Man, a political
Ms. Mason is currently at work on two new series': an erotic historical
trilogy titled Royal Pains and a four-part erotic paranormal/fantasy
series titled The Knights of Avalon. Devil in Duke's Clothing is book one
in Royal Pains. Starry Knight, book one in the Knights of Avalon will be
released on August 4, 2015 by Lyrical/Kensington.
When not writing, she works as a communications consultant, doll maker,
and home-stager. Born and raised in Orange County, California, Ms. Mason
currently lives with her husband, teenage daughter, two rescue cats, and
a Westie named Robert just north of Atlanta, Georgia.
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