"5 Stars! Rated 'O' for 'Orgasmic'...Mollie is Book III of Delphyne DeRouge's The Women of Maison d'Estelleseries and like the previous two books, it is filled with high intensity love scenes. As is the case with some of this wonderful author's previous titles, this story is quite emotional as well. The reader cannot help but feel attracted to the two very engaging main characters, Mollie and Cassidy. Mollie makes for an attractive and sympathetic heroine. Her hero, Cassidy, is a gentleman in the truest sense of the word. In him, Mollie finds not only an ally and a friend but also a non-judgmental man that sees the woman in her and not the whore. Their budding love is a delight to read and their mutual attraction burns the pages of this book. Despite the fact that there are recurrent characters in this tale, the story can be read as a stand-alone without problems. The atmosphere of this book is carefully woven. Delphyne DeRouge is a masterful historical romance writer and her books are always a welcome addition to my collection."—Mireya Orsini, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"5 Angels!...Once again Delphyne has created another brilliant addition to her Maison d'Estelle series...filled with steamy...sex. Delphyne has a way of bringing her characters alive in each story and allowing the reader to actually visualize them and their surroundings. A perfect five Angels!"—Ruby, Fallen Angels Reviews
4 ½ Hearts!...The Women of Maison d'Estelle: Mollie is the third installment in Delphyne DeRouge's Daughters of Pleasure series and in this reviewer's opinion, the most entertaining yet. Ms. deRouge's unique writing style shines through but it is the well-designed plot and pacing that lead the reader down Mollie's danger-filled path all too quickly to the exciting ending. The book is a pleasure to read on its own, but fans of the series will be delighted to check in on James and Estelle. A decadently naughty delight!"—The Romance Studio
…She buried her face in his chest, surrounding herself in his warmth, inhaling his musky male scent as it mixed with the perfume of wood smoke. Logs crackled next to them. Mollie turned her head to gaze at the fire just as a piece of flaming wood broke away and fell to the ground, releasing a spray of sparks.
She smiled. Sparks, indeed.
His rock-hard member pulsed against her abdomen, and she pressed against him.
Cassidy’s fingertips drifted across her back to her waist and down her hips, leaving a trail of sensory perfection. She closed her eyes and reveled in the joy of her body tingling and alive, of his body hard and virile.
He rolled her onto her back, fingertips moving toward her breasts in a slow, circular pattern. Around the fleshy mound they swirled, toward the areola. But just as they came close to the darkened flesh, they swept away to brush around the mounded base once more. Mollie caught her breath as his fingers traced their way toward her nipples again. Ever closer they came to the rock-hard buds, circling in smaller rings until they were almost there…almost…so close…
"Please, Cassidy, please—" Mollie closed her eyes and arched her back, swept away by his teasing, sinking into a sensory world made up only of his hands on her flesh. Juices gushed from her hungry slit.
His fingers trailed a slow, feathery line from her ankles up her calves to the backs of her knees. They began to drift up her inner thighs…