Candice felt Gwenda’s hard hand in the small of her back, pushing her forward till she lay face-down across the table, feet flat on the linoleum, her posterior raised.
‘How dare you! You can’t do this to me!’ she protested, head to one side, trying to see what the chaperon was doing.
She felt Gwenda behind her, heard her quickened breathing and the words that came, jerkily, from her lips, ‘Oh, yes I can. Your mother has charged me not to bother her with trivialities. I’ll deal with you as I think fit. It’s some long time since you received a beating.’
When Lady Candice is sent to Venice to further her education she has no idea what lies before her. Education she receives, but in a way her aristocratic parents did not intend.
She becomes involved with a French libertine and his mistress who set about seducing the innocent maiden, introducing her to the paradox of pleasure and pain.
But it is not until Candice meets the mysterious Prince Dimitri that she experiences boundless terror and overwhelming desire.
Who is this darkly sinister prince of lust? Rumour has it he is immortal, one of the undead – a vampire with an insatiable hunger for human blood.
Is Candice brave enough to find out, to embrace the savage, eternal love of this mysterious Stranger in Venice?