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FAIR CYPRIANS OF LONDON COMPLETE BUNDLE: MADAME CHAMBON'S 'FALLEN ANGELS' (EBOOKS)

FAIR CYPRIANS OF LONDON COMPLETE BUNDLE: MADAME CHAMBON'S 'FALLEN ANGELS' (EBOOKS)

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London, 1878

Welcome to Madame Chambon’s!


Within this lavish London townhouse, a host of beautiful, intelligent women cater to the desires of princes, potentates, and noblemen.

These are the stories of Madame Chambon's 'Fallen Angels':  ruined vicar’s daughters, kidnapped baronesses, and enterprising lady’s maids who seek to turn the tables on those responsible for their fall from grace… And to find a happily-ever-after on their terms.

Saving Grace

A ruined maid, a cruel betrayal, and a twisted birthday gift - will Grace find redemption and love in the heart of fashionable Mayfair?

Forsaking Hope

A lord's heart is tested when his long-lost love resurfaces as a courtesan, harboring a secret that could tear them apart once more.

Keeping Faith

Wrongfully accused and indentured to London's most exclusive brothel, beautiful Faith is groomed as a weapon of revenge.

But when she becomes the muse of a sensitive painter and falls in love with the man she's meant to destroy, her quest for vengeance takes an unexpected turn, forcing her to choose between love and freedom.

Wedding Violet

Jilted at the altar, Lord Belvedere finds comfort in the arms of Violet, a beautiful courtesan, and hatches a plan to stage a fake wedding to satisfy his ailing aunt's wishes.

But when true love blossoms between the unlikely pair, they must decide whether to embrace their newfound happiness or cling to their individual dreams of freedom.

Christmas Charity

When Hugo, a poet and artist, is tricked into gambling away his inheritance and sent to India as punishment, his true love, Charity, finds herself at the mercy of the infamous Madame Chambon.

With the help of unlikely allies, Hugo must risk everything to expose the true villain and win his family's approval to make Charity his Christmas Bride in this sweet Romeo and Juliet romance.

Loving Lily

In a world of illusion and deception, a faux 'medium' and a principled editor must work together to solve a murder before dark secrets bury them both.

As they fight their growing attraction and confront the ghosts of their pasts, they must decide whether to surrender to the love consuming them or let their conflicting goals and the forces against them destroy their chance at a future together.

Murder at Madame Chambon's

When Evelina Tarot arrives in London, her dreams of a glittering marriage are shattered when her aristocratic fiancé is murdered. Unbeknownst to her, Evelina is the secret daughter of Madame Chambon, the notorious owner of London's most infamous pleasure house, and the very place where her fiancé met his untimely end.

William, Lord Bellingham, an ambitious politician captivated by Evelina's beauty and heroism, deduces that she is likely to be the killer's next target.

Can William identify the murderer and protect the woman he loves without revealing Evelina's shocking connection to the infamous brothel? 

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London, 1878

Reclining on a red plush sofa, Grace took a sip of her sickly sweet orgeat and forced a haze over any thoughts about the night ahead. Madame Chambon only allowed her girls champagne when the gentlemen were paying for it and although Grace was not a drinker she liked the way it dulled her senses to the present.
The others were gathered in companionable groups on the fashionable Egyptian sofas, their heavy scent perfuming the air, their soft murmurs imbuing the atmosphere with a falsely domestic air.
She glanced at Hope, another of those who, like her, kept to themselves. Hope was favoured by the gentlemen who patronised their St James’s establishment for her milky white skin and delicate, elfin features. Grace had heard the girl had been a governess before she’d been tricked by the squire’s son who’d then abandoned her. She’d been too ashamed to return to her family. Maybe it was the truth. Each girl had a story to suit herself.
To Grace, the only truth was that they were all on a path to hell. It didn’t take much for a girl to lose her character but once it was gone there were precious few options for her to put food in her belly and keep a roof over her head.
An expectant hush fell as the heavy draped and tasselled curtain was drawn aside and Madame Chambon arranged herself theatrically in the opening, ready to address her petites choux.
“Ravissement!” she complimented them in thickly accented English, clapping her hands. Grace suspected the elegantly ravaged Madame came from Lambeth rather than the Left Bank. Not that it mattered. No one in this business was who they said they were.
Least of all, Grace.
The girls, awed and anxious, straightened their rich, colourful gowns nervously. Despite her appearance of bonhomie Madame Chambon could turn on a coin. And it was she who ensured the girls did not return to where most of them had been plucked from—the gutter.
“A great opportunity awaits one of you tomorrow,” she addressed them, “for I have just been honoured by the visit of a woman of great discernment …”
A couple of the girls tittered. “A woman?”
They closed their mouths at Madame Chambon’s beady stare, attending as she went on, “who has requested I supply her with one of my loveliest …”
She drew out the pause as several of the brothel’s most popular young ladies preened.
“… most hard-hearted girls.”
All heads turned towards Grace. She blinked, surprised to register shock when she rarely felt anything these days. Is that how they regarded her? Hard-hearted?
Surely she was not alone in a profession that demanded one’s soul in return for the necessities to live? She simply had nothing left to offer once she’d done what was required in order to pay Madame Chambon her keep and just survive.
Madame Chambon levelled her expectant look upon Grace, whose mouth dropped open in protest. “A woman? But—”
“The woman wants to give her son a present to remember for his twenty-first birthday. She is obviously a very fond mother—” Madame Chambon allowed herself to share the girls’ amusement, adding, “with very good sense in choosing our select establishment to provide him with the very best initiation—” Her smile grew cloying as she continued to look at Grace—“without fear of him being lured into a transfer of affections amidst all the other … ahem … transfers that take place.” Though she made a gesture with her hands to indicate the transfer of money, the girls tittered at the double entendre.
Redheaded Lottie, known for her noisy exuberance, leaned in towards the girl beside her. “Grace doesn’t have a heart to lose.” Her whisper resonated.
Nor did Grace have the heart to participate in the banter that followed.
So what if she’d been selected? It was just another job and a good thing she need not worry about eliciting the emotions of a twenty-one-year-old virgin. Pleasing, also, was the knowledge that any business with a virgin meant it would all be over in less than five minutes.
* * *
Madame Chambon selected her dress for her, in royal blue and silver stripes to complement her dark hair and pale skin. Grace’s slender form lent itself to the silhouette of the day: a close-fitting cuirass ending in a draped fan train emphasised with knife pleat ruching. The expensive gown was at the forefront of fashion and made Grace feel she was rubbing shoulders with those she’d once served.
She contoured the flat of her stomach with her hand, turning to look over her shoulder in the looking glass at the stylish figure she cut.
It was true she enjoyed wearing a gown the like of which she’d once not even been entrusted to fold and put away but of course, like everything else, it came with a caveat: she could take only mincing six-inch steps and Madame Chambon required that her girls pay for the clothes she insisted they wear.
“Lor’, but yer look like a duchess,” breathed her dresser, little Maisy, standing back to appreciate the ensemble.
It was nice praise, and not surprising the girl didn’t add that she envied Grace.
Grace patted her on the shoulder and smiled. “Make sure you’re in bed early, Maisy, not hurting your eyes with those penny dreadful novels you do so love.”
Maisy need look no further than those she served for lurid tales of ruined girls to provide the same moralising warning she got from her beloved stories. Grace hoped Maisy found another situation before Madame Chambon ‘elevated’ her from serving tired and often ungrateful young women who’d been up all night, to eager, high-paying gentlemen.

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