Taken by the Gods

"If you're wondering how I went from an adventuress who has entertained gods, cultists, and monsters betwixt my thighs to a wronged woman of the type that might be found in any village: I did not wish to dwell upon it."

Ephesus, 1873. Cordelia Delachatte has had her fill of the ancient world's most legendary endowments, and not one of them slowed her relentless sexploration. Her secretary Mr. Jones takes notes, carries luggage, and moves the Aegean to follow her.

I seem to recall that you enjoy a chase.

Mr. Jones has been restraining himself. He will not hold back again. And on the ancient stage of the Great Theater of Ephesus, before twenty-five thousand spectators, every god and monster from her travels will take their turns worshipping Cordelia until the marble runs slick with proof that she was right about feminine pleasure all along.

Jones, of course, will still be on his knees when she can stand again.

Taken by the Gods is the 18,000-word finale of the Cordelia Delachatte, Victorian Lady Sexplorer series — for readers who want their history unbuttoned, their delights forbidden, and their secretaries forever.