The camera took one last photo, one last still frame of a woman in the throes of abandon. And then it was silent, all its frames exposed, all of her secrets contained within one deceptively small, simple black box.
The year is 1897, and twenty-three-year-old Lillian Thomas possesses one of the first Kodak cameras. Despite Boston society’s belief that women should be seen and not heard—and certainly never photographed in the nude—she is determined to proceed with a series of erotic self-portraits. Portraits that she hopes lure the object of her darkest fantasies to her bed, and scandal to her name.
Alexander Darian can scarcely believe the girl he once knew has become a woman capable of such abandon. He knows the instant he lays eyes on the photographs of Lillian that he must have her, in every wicked way he imagines. No matter that her father has done his best to ruin Alexander, or that memories of their childhood romance have haunted him for longer than he cares to admit.
But passion isn’t as easily manipulated as either lover assumes, and soon they begin to wonder—who is casting the net of seduction and who will find themselves captured?
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