SIMPLY SHAMELESS
Chapter One
Dover, January 1801
"Sir, if you get any closer to the lady, you will be inside her
gown, instead of merely slobbering over it. Might I suggest you
move away?"
Helene's gaze flew to the softly spoken gentleman who sat
opposite her in the crowded coach. At least, she assumed he
was a gentleman. His face was obscured by the brim of his tri-corn
hat, but his drawling tone and elegant, though somewhat
grubby attire proclaimed his high-ranking status in life.
The fat curate sitting next to her straightened abruptly and
removed his hand from her thigh. His pudgy face turned puce
as he struggled to sit forward.
"I am a servant of God, young man. How dare you imply I
was doing anything untoward to the lady?"
"I'm not implying anything, sir. I'm stating a fact. Move
away from her, or I'll eject you from the nearest window."
Helene shuddered as she contemplated the snow-covered
landscape outside the coach. No one in their right mind would
choose to be out today. The curate had better keep his groping
hands to himself. She smiled. If the man hadn't int ... read full excerpt from: Simply Shameless ebook
