Can love lead to murder?
Lady Theodora Strangways has been called to Scotland to answer just this question. Following the death of a Frenchman in Glasgow, she and Inspector John Digby are searching for clues among the man’s belongings. They find…
“I was thinking that suicide is a possibility. If there is arsenic in the room, it will cast a different light on things. I mean, he had a fiancée and a lover. He may have been looking for a way out.” Lady Strangways winked at John and chuckled.
“Indeed.” John snorted a laugh. “A man might seek refuge in death should the women learn about each other.”
Rifling through the bed coverings, Theodora discovered another letter.
“Where did you find that?” John asked.
“It was inside the casing for the pillow.” Theodora removed the paper from the envelope; it was from the same stationary set as the previous letter and written in the same hand. “My dearest husband,” she began reading to John, but then she stopped to silently scan the letter’s contents.
The letter was clearly written by a wife to her husband living apart. It was full of how she longed to be with him and pined with each passing day that she could not kiss him.
“Oh, my Lord,” Theodora exclaimed. “Listen to this!” She cleared her throat, and resumed reading aloud, “I am reclining in my bed, recalling how we parted on our last meeting. Pulling up my nightdress, my fingers are yearning to traipse into the folds where your fingers wandered. Inflamed as I was on that day, I welcomed your advance and resolved to give you more of myself. I was ever so delighted when you knelt between my knees. I recall the deepest blue of the sky and stimulating scents of the garden flowers. Even now, my belly still quivers as I remember the trepidations at being discovered. In the broad daylight, as my father frolicked by the sea not a hundred yards from our secluded grove, you took me for the first time.”
Theodora’s knees buckled, and she sat on the bed. She could easily understand how a woman would have such thoughts and feelings, but she could not imagine a woman would ever take pen and paper, and put these notions in writing.
“My fingers are now deep in that secret place where only you have explored. Oh, Beloved Husband, how I remember that day you first showed me the joys of being a woman. I wish only to have the firmness of your manhood once again inside me.”
Flushed, Theodora could not continue reading aloud. Silently, she finished reading the letter and handed it to John. It was signed: Mimi L’Angelier.
Arsenic and the Socialite is rich with the history of the Victorian Age, Lady Strangways and her lover, Scotland Yard Inspector John Digby, search for the answers. The story is an erotic / spanking / romantic / murder mystery. The book is available from Amazon US, Amazon UK, all other retailers