Dark Fancy: Noble Passions #1 by Sabrina York

Dark Fancy: Noble Passions #1 by Sabrina York

Sabrina York has re-released updated versions of her scorching Regency historic series, and now you can start this series from the very beginning! Posting my reworked review from the original read in 2013, please read on for my review of

Dark Fancy

Meet Helena, a young lady of some consequence and possessed of a near-paranoid fear of the ‘peers of the realm’. Years at a rather uptight boarding school have filled her head with all of the worst case scenarios, and her discovery of impending nuptials to an Earl known only for his profligate ways cause her to run away to her friend staying in London.

Found by a kindly, if not entirely cognizant old man, she is stashed in a potting shed and hidden from her own family. Unfortunately, she is hidden on the grounds of her affianced: while neither know the other by face nor name. Typical of the time, she is mere chattel to be traded for advantage, although her comely face and figure would have made her the talk of the ton at her debut.

James is the new earl, struggling to make amends and adjustments to reclaim the estate from his old, and deceased uncle’s lack of care. Not particularly fond of the idea of marriage, he is looking to extend the lands and acquire some prime breed stock for his stables.

When discovered by James, the two enter into an uneasy accord at first, when Helena thinks up a way to avoid the most offensive of all states: marriage. Propositioning James to ‘despoil’ her and ruin her for marriage, she feels this is her only choice. James, meanwhile, cannot contemplate the tasty morsel: reactive, attractive and responsive he is soon falling for her.

With incredibly sensual detail, James initiates Helena into some mild Master/sub scenes: expecting instant obeisance, spanking and some mild bondage. When Helena’s responsiveness nearly proves to be his undoing, his thoughts turn to holding her as mistress. What he fails to see is the love that she holds for him, and he for her. Through several twists, turns and a chase to London the two manage to find one another and express their emotions honestly. Despite her diminutive size, Helena is possessed of strong will and passions, and she won’t take less than all she wants from James. James, for his part, is not used to choosing his words or contemplating the consequences of his actions on the more delicate feelings, so often he puts his foot into his mouth. Thankfully he does manage to make things right for Helena and himself, and the reader will close the pages with another happy ending.

Dark Fancy: Noble Passions #1 by Sabrina York

Title: Dark Fancy
Author: Sabrina York
Series: Noble Passions #1
Also in this series: Dark Duke, Brigand, Defiant, Dark Duke, Brigand, Defiant
Genre: 18+ Read, Historical Romance, Regency
Narrator: Noble Passions
Published by: Self-Published
ISBN: B01HS40DDO
Published on: 29 June, 2016
Format:eBook
Source: Self-Purchased
Pages: 180
Rated: five-stars
Heat: One FlameOne FlameOne FlameHalf a Flame

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When Lady Helena Simpson flees an unwanted marriage to a revolting lord, she finds refuge with James, a charming, handsome man unlike any she’s ever known. Helena concocts the perfect solution to her problem. She asks—begs—James to ruin her. Surely her betrothed will repudiate her if she is no longer pure. And if all her efforts fail and she still ends up married to a horrid man until the end of her days, she will at least once have known true passion.

But James is not all he seems. He is, in fact, a wicked lord with a dark fancy. When Helena awakens his desire, he becomes determined to take everything she has to offer and more. No matter the cost.

2014 NTRWA Carolyn Reader Choice Award Winner

This book was originally published in 2013 and has been re-edited, re-covered and re-published.

A copy of this title was provided via Self-Purchased for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

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James stared at Eloise, brave, proud, innocent Eloise. He could relate to the passion in her plea. He had a sudden desire to be released from a betrothal himself. He fiddled with the corner of his napkin. “There is always the chance your betrothed won’t care if you’re ruined.” Some men did not.

Her lashes fluttered. When they rose again, there was a look in her eye that sent lust coursing down his spine. It settled in his cock. “If I’m to be married to a bilious flounder of a man for the rest of my life, I should like to know passion just once. Just once, James.”

“J-just once?” His voice cracked.

Her smile blossomed. “Perhaps more than once.”

He had to laugh, although this was clearly no laughing matter. “My dear. I would be happy to oblige.”

“Excellent!” She clapped her hands with glee.

Unfortunate, that, because it made her look, once again, like a little girl. But then she picked up her cup and ran her pink tongue around the rim, lapping at the wayward drops. He reached for the second bottle.

She held out her cup for a refill. “You will need to show me what to do.”

He almost forgot to stop pouring. Hell yes. He’d love to show her what to do. He’d love to instruct her—in elaborate detail—what, precisely, to do. Something snarled in his belly.  His palm itched.

He forced down that decadent desire. Chained the beast.

For God’s sake. She was an innocent, a virgin. If he opened with that card, not only would she truly be ruined, she would probably hie off to the nearest nunnery and spend the remainder of her life in seclusion.

Oh, he would bed her. He would despoil and beguile her, but only in the very gentlest of fashions.

But his fantasies, the darkling imagery of what he would truly like to do, simmered.

“Are you…” He cleared his throat. “Are you ready for your bath?”

“Heavens, yes.” Once again, she clapped her hands.

The childlike gesture was off-putting since, at the moment, he was thinking of sinking his cock into her body and swallowing her moans with his mouth. But he liked her enthusiasm. It also made him desire—very deeply—to tie those hands to the bedposts. So she couldn’t clap them.

Why that thought made him salivate, he didn’t know.

Ah hell. Of course he knew.

Despite the lust snarling through him, he managed a modicum of chivalry, although it was perfunctory at best. “I’ll fashion a curtain.”

Her next words nearly unmanned him. “You don’t need to.”

“I b-beg your pardon?”

“You don’t need to bother with a curtain.” For a shy and demure innocent, she had something of a brazen streak. “I mean, if we’re going to…you know…”

“Make love?”

“Yes. If we’re going to make love, you will see me naked anyway.” A frown crossed her brow. “Won’t you?”

He chuckled. “Most certainly.”

“I thought so. But people are not very forthcoming when one asks about such things.”

“Really?” That had not been his experience in the slightest. Then again, she was a girl. The world sought to save and protect innocence. Until it ravaged it.

He did not know why he trembled as he poured the heavy buckets into the tub. He was a man of the world. Jaded and used to much more decadent fare than initiating virgins to the delights of the flesh. He should hardly be nervous about the prospect of having her.

Then again, maybe it wasn’t nerves. Maybe it was just pure, seething desire.

He had planned to seduce her—expected it to take hours of sweet whispers and furtive caresses. Never in his wildest dreams could he have anticipated this—that she would gaze at him across the dinner table and politely ask him to ruin her.

She was, altogether, a different kind of woman. Unlike any lover or mistress or professional girl he’d ever been with. And the prospect delighted him.

He swished his fingers in the water and added another bucket of cold to balance the temperature. He didn’t want her delicate skin burned because he was in such an all-fired hurry to get her naked. “There. Perfect.”

“Thank you, James.” Her voice was low, melodious. It sent a ribbon of pleasure through him.

“Are you ready?”

“I cannot tell you how ready.”

He swallowed. Yes. He felt the same. His pulse thrummed in his temple. And elsewhere. “Milady, your bath awaits.” He gave a great flourish, his gaze firmly fixed on her.

She reached for her hem and then stilled. “Could you turn around?”

Disappointment raked him. “Of course.”

“I’ve just never disrobed before a man before.”

“I understand.” Damn. Damn, damn and damn. He turned his back. Every rustle of fabric grated on him. He wished—oh so fervently—that Babbage had a mirror. He so would have liked to watch.

A small splash.

He winced. His pulse pounded. God. She was in the water. Naked.

She sighed. Moaned.

His cock lurched.

“Is it good?” His words were, at best, a strangled rumble.

“Oh yes. Yes.”

He had to look. He couldn’t not.

The sight he beheld was exquisite. Eloise had leaned back in the water to wet her hair. Her breasts, delectable pink islands in the sea, thrust up. The nipples were fat and hard, distended.

He swallowed around the tight ball in his throat. His nails scored his palms.

Though he was rooted to the spot, determined to give her some modicum of privacy, his imagination ran rampant. What he wouldn’t like to do to those tempting tips.

“James?” Her soft call wrenched him from a delirious fantasy. Her expression was tentative, shy, but he could see the light of determination flickering there.

“Y-yes?”

“Do you suppose there’s any soap?”

He blinked. Soap? He had trouble interpreting the word. His mind was occupied elsewhere. “Ah. Soap.” He rummaged around in Babbage’s cupboard, cursing himself for not remembering soap. He found a thick chunk of lye soap and brought it to her. How he hated that it wasn’t something more delicate. Something lilac-scented.

“Thank you.” She didn’t take his offering. Rather she peered up at him with those beautiful emerald orbs and said, “Will you wash my hair?”

His breath stalled. Would he? He fell to his knees at her side—unmindful of the puddles on the plank floor—and looked at her. Her nipples pebbled even more at his perusal. His mouth watered.

“James?”

He dragged his attention back to her face. “Y-yes?”

“My hair?”

God. Yes. He made a lather and scrubbed it into her hair. It was glorious, golden, smooth and silky. He worked the soap through the strands and as he did, massaged her scalp. She closed her eyes and groaned.

Thusly freed from her inspection, he allowed his attention to wander. He nearly expired when it lit on that tempting triangle of fair curls at the crux of her thighs. He imagined her touching herself there. Then imagined him touching her there. Then imagined opening her and stroking. Licking—

“James?”

“Huh? What?”

“Are you finished? I’d like to rinse.”

“Of course.” Reluctantly, he drew away. And she submerged.

This time he could not resist.

 

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About Sabrina York

Sabrina York is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author and a 2017 RITA® Nominee for her Historic Romance Susana and the Scot, as well as an author of over twenty-five novels, which range from sweet and snarky to scorching romance.

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3 responses to “Dark Fancy: Noble Passions #1 by Sabrina York

  1. Pansy Petal

    I am so excited about this re-release! I LOVE the new covers! The stories are amazing! I had fallen in love with Sabrina York before I read these, but Noble Passions sealed the deal.

    • I started reading her for stops for JeepDiva – and never looked back.. I’ve read everything of hers now that I got my little mitts on the one in this series I hadn’t read. And I’m with you – I love the new covers – much brighter than before (even if I am partial to the forest green)