| Author: | Anna Austin | ISBN: | 9780463964637 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing | Publication: | January 18, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Anna Austin |
| ISBN: | 9780463964637 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing |
| Publication: | January 18, 2019 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Hannah thinks that she is oh-so clever. Who would suspect a pretty and innocent young woman like her of being a poacher, stealing from the Duke of Almsbury's land?
She is not so clever now. Caught red-handed by the Duke and his gamekeepers, she must face her punishment. Hannah soon finds herself entering a world of lust, pain and desire from which there is no escape...
~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
It was a dangerous game to play. I knew the risks. Or at least I thought I did. But when my punishment came, it took me by surprise.
The game itself was simple, and driven by that all too human desire profit. The logic was simple. Pheasants, freshly caught and in good condition, sold at Almsbury market for sixpence. My family and I did not own any pheasants, or any land on which on which pheasants lived. But just a mile from our village was the estate of the Duke of Almsbury. And he had pheasants in abundance.
For a clever, enterprising and someone unscrupulous young girl like me, the logic was simple. The Duke would never notice one or two pheasants missing from his lands. But I would certainly notice the extra money jingling in my pocket. And if that meant that I had to commit theft? Well, it's only a crime if someone finds out.
Hannah thinks that she is oh-so clever. Who would suspect a pretty and innocent young woman like her of being a poacher, stealing from the Duke of Almsbury's land?
She is not so clever now. Caught red-handed by the Duke and his gamekeepers, she must face her punishment. Hannah soon finds herself entering a world of lust, pain and desire from which there is no escape...
~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
It was a dangerous game to play. I knew the risks. Or at least I thought I did. But when my punishment came, it took me by surprise.
The game itself was simple, and driven by that all too human desire profit. The logic was simple. Pheasants, freshly caught and in good condition, sold at Almsbury market for sixpence. My family and I did not own any pheasants, or any land on which on which pheasants lived. But just a mile from our village was the estate of the Duke of Almsbury. And he had pheasants in abundance.
For a clever, enterprising and someone unscrupulous young girl like me, the logic was simple. The Duke would never notice one or two pheasants missing from his lands. But I would certainly notice the extra money jingling in my pocket. And if that meant that I had to commit theft? Well, it's only a crime if someone finds out.
