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Sexual Secrets

      Books by Melissa MacNeal

      ALL NIGHT LONG

      HOT FOR IT

      SEXUAL SECRETS

      THE HAREM

       (with Celia May Hart, Emma Leigh, and Noelle Mack)

      NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY

       (with P.J. Mellor and Valerie Martinez)

      UNWRAP ME

       (with Susan Lyons and Melissa Randall)

      TEMPTED BY A COWBOY

       (with Delilah Devlin and Vonna Harper)

      Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

      Sexual Secrets

      MELISSA MACNEAL

      KENSINGTON BOOKS

       http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

Sexual Secrets

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Chapter 29

      Chapter 30

      Chapter 31

      Chapter 32

      Chapter 33

      Chapter 34

      Chapter 35

      Chapter 36

      1

      London, 1898

      “I see a time of cataclysmic change for you. A time of sexual upheaval so pronounced as to produce a whirlwind—no, a hurricane—of passion! You will feel like a volcano as you erupt with new sensations and delights!”

      Camille Bentley gaped at the medium seated beside her and then burst out laughing. “Passion? Erupting like a volcano? Do you forget who I’m married to, Rubio?”

      Rubio Palladino’s gaze didn’t waver. “Listen well, my dear. Sex isn’t about marriage, nor is marriage about sex. And you, Colette—you are not to be left behind as your sister revels in untold pleasures, for I sense the coming of a dark stranger…” His eyes went slightly out of focus as he gazed inward. “A charismatic foreign man…a mysterious woman veiled in white…betrayal and revenge—even a death, perhaps! And they will stem from the dissatisfactions you now find in the marriage bed.”

      Colette Bentley glanced at her twin sister and then focused on the seer who sat between them. “How much opium did you smoke last night?” she teased, but then she turned deadly serious. “What’s this talk of betrayal and revenge? Someone’s death? And what gives you the right—the nerve—to insinuate such intimate knowledge of my so-called dissatisfaction?”

      “Have I ever been wrong? Have I ever misled you?” Rubio’s eyes refocused and shone like jet-black diamonds. He swept his mane of chestnut hair back from a face accentuated by chiseled cheekbones and a nose pierced with a tiny gold ring, like a gypsy’s. “I have laid out the cards you both selected with your own hands, and, as I do each Monday, I interpret the wisdom the Tarot reveals. And I’m telling you,” he added with a furtive laugh, “your lives are about to be turned upside down.”

      “When? And what shall we do?” Camille asked in a thin voice.

      “Within the week.” The medium swept his cards into his hand with a quick, practiced movement. “Consider your situations with your husbands very carefully indeed, for all you have believed is about to be overturned. Things are not what they seem. Good day, ladies.” With that, the slender man rose from his chair and walked out of their shop, his purple duster aflutter. Only the exotic scent of his cologne lingered to torment them further.

      Camille blinked. Every Monday morning before they opened the couturier they consulted with Rubio about the week to come, but this! Today’s reading made her head spin! “What on earth do you suppose he meant?” she whispered. “Rutledge is so old—so impaired—he shows his affection only when others are watching. Only to make his friends believe he’s quite the man, to be satisfying a woman young enough to be—”

      “You think I don’t know that?” Colette stood suddenly, her cheeks flaring. “Rubio has his moments—his dramatic little habits—but betrayal! Death! Talk of dark, foreign strangers and women in white? I don’t believe a word of it! He’s toying with us.”

      Camille watched her twin snatch up her ledger and pen as a signal that it was time to get to work. “We can’t deny Rubio’s predictions concerning world events,” she mused aloud, “and how all the Queen’s court hangs on every word he—”

      “The court can believe as they choose! We have a shop to run. Alice!” she called out. “Alice, where are the gowns Lady Etheridge ordered? She’ll be here within the hour for her fitting!”

      “On my way! Comin’, I am!” Their young seamstress bustled from the back room, her eyes widened as though she hadn’t been eavesdropping on Rubio’s reading. She quickly hung three basted gowns on pegs along the salon wall. “Here they be, ready and waitin’! You and your sister approved ’em Friday afternoon and said that if Lady Etheridge keeps eatin’

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