Spotlight on Only A Mistress Will Do

For any of my readers who haven’t picked up my House of Pleasure books, I thought I’d spotlight them this week, one each day. Today I’m continuing with the third book of the series, Only A Mistress Will Do.


Friendless and destitute, Miss Violet Carlton has no choice but to seek work in London’s most notorious brothel, The House of Pleasure. She steels herself for her ultimate ruin at the hands of her first customer, only to be offered a reprieve in the form of a position as the gentleman’s mistress—in name only. Grateful for his benevolence, Violet agrees to the proposition and enjoys the life of a pampered courtesan—until her dashing rescuer puts her heart in jeopardy. Violet’s growing desire for the gentleman must be squashed when she discovers he belongs to another woman.

Tristan, Lord Trevor enters the House of Pleasure bent on a final night of carousing before donning the leg-shackle of marriage. To his shock, he recognizes the woman in his bed as a lady of the ton and resolves to save her from life in a brothel. After whisking her away under his protection, Tris endeavors to find her a husband, to secure her future and stem his own intense longing for the beautiful woman.

With growing anguish Tris fears he can never make Violet his own for the impediment of his coming marriage pales in comparison to the secret he must hide from her or risk her loathing him for the rest of their lives.


Divested of all attire save his breeches, Lord John stood near the fireplace. The flickering glow gave his skin a golden sheen, the muscles of his chest rippling as he worked the buttons at his waist. Light danced along the blue velvet encasing his thighs, until with a twitch of his fingers the fabric came loose. He bent swiftly, peeled the tight garment down his legs. When he stood again, all of him gleamed in the firelight.

Violet’s breath rushed out with a hiss. She’d never seen a naked man before, save in statuary. Her stomach fluttered. She dragged her gaze away. Better not to look.

He strode toward the bed, his smug grin fading into a puckered frown.

She scooted away from him, barely registering the new chill of the untouched sheets on the far side of the bed.

“You look pale, my dear. Are you not well?” The concern in his voice sounded genuine.

Still, all she could do was shake her head.

He cocked his head then shrugged, climbed the steps and sat in the middle of the bed. His hip brushed hers, scalding her skin and setting her to trembling again.

“Just cold, perhaps?” He ran a finger along her arm and the shivers increased of their own accord.

Like a mouse fascinated by a snake, Violet couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

“I believe I can take away the chill.” His voice deepened, softened like spun silk. He leaned closer and clasped her hands, their fingers intertwining as he drew them up over her head once more. Levering himself over her, he straddled her thighs, using them as a cushion.

If she watched him any longer she would surely cry, which she had sworn not to do, so she closed her eyes. Warm, wet lips latched onto her nipple, startling her and arching it into his mouth. Bounding up, he pressed his knee between her thighs and her whole body tensed, waiting for the pain. Tears slid down her cheeks as she tried to stifle a sob.

“Did I hurt you?” His kind voice held a desolation all its own.

How could she rail against such kindness? Even that bit of comfort was denied her.

“No, my lord.” She fought the tears, but they choked her voice even worse when she held them back. Instead, she concentrated on controlling her breathing, hoping that would calm her. In just a few minutes it would be over.

“I know you haven’t had a man before.” He brushed her hair back from her forehead, a soft touch that devastated her with its gentleness. “It will hurt, but not very much, and not for very long.”

No, not for very long. Only for the rest of her life. She buried her head in the pillow and sobbed.

Suddenly, her hands were free and his weight eased off her.

“Look at me.” Lord John grasped her chin and her eyes popped open. He wiped his thumb over her cheek, collecting the tears she could not stop. “Is Madame Vestry forcing you to do this?”

Violet blinked rapidly and shook her head. “No, my lord. I came to her of my own free will.”

He scowled and moved back on the bed.


Why is Violet Carlton in the House of Pleasure? And what will Lord John do when he learns the reason?

Only A Mistress Will Do is available in ebook and print formats from Amazon, and in ebook format also from B & NKobo, and Apple.

The House of Pleasure Series

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4 Responses to Spotlight on Only A Mistress Will Do

  1. That cover is amazing. And, I loved this book!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Jenna Jaxon says:

      I’m so glad to hear that, Teresa! It’s my favorite after Scandal. But the cover is probably my favorite of all the House of Pleasure covers. I had to wait years to get it, until I got the rights to the book back because Kensington had decided to go a different way with the cover design (which I detested). Now I’m just thrilled with all of them. 🙂


  2. Very intriguing excerpt.

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