Elodie Hart

For nine hundred years, the Dukes of Oxford have served three masters: the crown, our title, and our estate, Belvedere. Love? That's not in the De Vere family playbook. Passion? Reserved strictly for producing heirs.

I've always shot for the moon, but if you'd told me I'd be earning seven figures at twenty-four, I would never have believed you. And if you'd told me that I'd earn every penny of that success by selling my body and my soul, I'd have laughed in your face.

They've warned me in hushed tones that my new boss is a "profoundly complex man." It takes me approximately twenty minutes to establish that billionaire Ethan Kingsley is as straightforward as they come.

Dex Shame. Prejudice. Fear. All woven into the very fabric of my being. I'm swathed in them like the most suffocating cloak. Beneath this toxic mantle, I wear my desires close to my heart. Where it's dark. Where they're safe. Until I meet Darcy, a dancer at Alchemy and the most beautiful woman...

Aida I've endured fifteen years of underwhelming marital sex with Lord John Russell. One front-page tell-all from his secretary puts an end to that misery pretty efficiently. As the media furor rages around our divorce, two things become abundantly clear. One: it's time for some decent orgasms...