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Dearest Gentle Reader,
It would seem that the Queen's latest diamond is no ordinary debutante. A beauty with wit enough to match, she has already caught the eye of London's most eligible bachelors - dukes, lords, and even princes. Yet society gasps not at her suitors of title, but at one man bold enough to steal a dance beneath the Queen's gaze and, scandalously, to send orchids to her very door.
A soldier.
Captain John Price, recently returned to London, strides into the ton with no pedigree and no patience for its games. And yet, he may prove the only man bold enough to win the diamond's heart.
Will this Season end in triumph, or ruin? That, dear reader, is a tale I shall delight in telling.
Yours most devotedly,
Lady Whistledown -
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THIS IS GENUINELY JUST SMUT THERE IS NO PLOT AT ALL WE JUST JUMP RIGHT INTO IT
Samira Mohan has learned three things about Jack Abbot tonight. One, he's chatty.
“Fuck, Mohan, fuck,” he’s gasping against her mouth, grasping desperately for her hair, her back, her hips. Her hands are somewhere around his hair and his face, holding his jaw as he expertly slides his tongue through her mouth. “Need to touch you,” he breathes, fumbling around at her top. She tugs it up, over her tits, and he groans, greedily reaching to fondle her and squeeze. “Perfect,” he mumbles, biting his lip as he leans back to look. “Jesus Christ. Fuck me.”
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13 Apr 2026
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(I couldn't bear watching Jack Abbot in pain any longer so I wrote him a safe space where he could slow down and rest, and somehow that included the space between someone's legs)
Jack finds himself stranded in a cabin in northern Sweden during a blizzard. For the first time in years, there's nowhere to go, nothing to manage, no crisis to solve. Just a woman who saved his life, a storm that won't quit, and the unsettling discovery of wanting something bad enough, and feeling safe enough, to reach for it.
“Wait,” he said, his voice low and rough. He rested his forehead on hers, his breath erratic. “I should probably mention I'm missing a few original parts.”
She pressed her hands to his chest, her dark eyes locking onto his.
“I noticed,” she said, a small smile touching her lips. “I think you’ve got more than enough parts to keep me busy, Jack.”
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13 Apr 2026