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The Parlour by Charlotte E Hart
COMING SOON
The Parlour is book 1 in the new VDB
series. This is the story of Pascal Van Der Braack who we met in The White
Trilogy and although it has new characters and story lines, it is also a
continuation of Alex and Beth’s story.
Blurb – The Parlour
Above all else Pascal Van Der Braack
is a gentleman. Devastatingly debonair and seductively charming. Always styled
and perfected.
He is also a cad, scoundrel, rogue
and kink empire founder.
Tutored in the highest of society,
having been born of royalty only to deny it, he found his solace in a world
where rules need not apply. Where he chooses to ensure rules and duty do not
apply.
Some call him Sir, others call him
Master and no one would dare risk his wrath unless they required the punishment
he favourably delivers. No one except one, who has just strapped a collar
around his throat. One he asked for. Now he needs to appropriate his businesses
correctly for peace to ensue. He needs to find the correct path forward for
everyone concerned, so he can relax, enjoy, and finally hand over the
responsibility to someone else.
Simple.
But where comfort and a safety of
sorts once dwelt, there is now uncertainty, and a feeling of longing he no
longer understands. A need unfulfilled. As problems arise and allies scheme, he
finds himself searching for answers in the most unlikely of places.
Lilah
It’s the same every day. I found it
odd at first but I’m used to the repetition now. I was so tired and weak when I
got here that it was helpful really. That small woman comes in to help me wash
and get dressed. I don’t know where the clothes come from, but they’re nice
enough, and at least they’re clean and dry. Not like the rags I arrived in.
They were taken from me the moment I took them off to get into the shower, the
first shower I’d had in god knows how long. For nearly a year, I’d been running
the streets. A year without a real bed or a home of any sort. There isn’t a
long and awful story to tell about an abusive family member or a broken home. I
suppose I just slipped through the cracks and got lost at some point. I lost my
job first, then I couldn’t afford the bills or my apartment, so the landlord
threw me out. I don’t blame him, he did the right thing for himself. And then
it was just a long and never-ending road to nothingness.
So, now I’m here, wherever here is.
And I don’t know why…
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