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Duke of Desire (Maiden Lane, #12) by Elizabeth Hoyt
Published by Grand Central Publishing on October 17th 2017
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A LADY OF LIGHT
Refined, kind, and intelligent, Lady Iris Jordan finds herself the unlikely target of a diabolical kidnapping. Her captors are the notoriously evil Lords of Chaos. When one of the masked-and nude!-Lords spirits her away to his carriage, she shoots him . . . only to find she may have been a trifle hasty.
A DUKE IN DEEPEST DARKNESS
Cynical, scarred, and brooding, Raphael de Chartres, the Duke of Dyemore, has made it his personal mission to infiltrate the Lords of Chaos and destroy them. Rescuing Lady Jordan was never in his plans. But now with the Lords out to kill them both, he has but one choice: marry the lady in order to keep her safe.
CAUGHT IN A WEB OF DANGER . . . AND DESIRE
Much to Raphael's irritation, Iris insists on being the sort of duchess who involves herself in his life-and bed. Soon he's drawn both to her quick wit and her fiery passion. But when Iris discovers that Raphael's past may be even more dangerous than the present, she falters. Is their love strong enough to withstand not only the Lords of Chaos but also Raphael's own demons?

Iris tasted of red wine—the red wine she must have drunk at dinner—and all the reasons he shouldn’t do this fled his mind. A vital chain broke in his psyche and everything he’d held back, everything he’d restrained with all his might, was suddenly set free. He surged into her mouth, desperate for the feel, for the taste of her, his wife, his duchess, his Iris. She was soft and sweet and warm and he wanted to devour her. To seize her and hold her and never let her go. The deep unfathomable well of his urges toward her frightened him, and he knew that if she became aware of them, they would frighten her as well.

But that was the thing—she wasn’t aware of them. She thought she was simply consummating their marriage or some such rot, God help them both.

She gripped his naked arms and the beast within him shuddered and stretched, claws scraping against the ground.

Dear God, he wanted this woman.

But he had to remember—to keep that human part of his mind awake and alive—that he mustn’t seed her.

Must never do as his cursed father had done.

He broke from her mouth, feeling the pulse of his cock against his breeches, and trailed his lips across her cheek to her ear. “Come with me, sweet girl.”

She blinked up at him, wide blue-gray eyes a little dazed.

He covered her mouth again before she could speak—either to consent or decline—and drew her slowly backward, step by step, toward the bed, until he hit it with the backs of his legs. He broke the kiss, looking down at her, her wet ruby lips parted, her cheeks flushed pink.

She looked edible.

“Raphael,” she whispered, his name on her lips like a plea, and something within him broke.

This wasn’t what he wanted. This wasn’t right. But it was the only thing possible and it would have to suffice because it was all he could do.

And trying to resist was killing him.

He traced a hand up her arm, over her shoulder, to her neck, and from there touched her bound golden hair. “Will you take down your hair for me?”

She gasped—a small, quick inhalation—and nodded.

He watched as she raised her arms, her stormy eyes locked on his, and withdrew the pins from her hair one by one until the heavy mass fell like a curtain around her shoulders. He bent then and gathered the locks in his hands, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her.

His woman.

He felt her tremble against him and then her fingers speared through his hair. “Raphael.”

He lifted his head.

Her hands fell away and she began undressing, her head bent down as she unhooked her bodice. He saw that her fingers fumbled and he knew that a better man would turn aside. Would give her privacy to collect herself and disrobe with modesty.

But he wasn’t such a man. He wanted all of her—her mistakes and her private moments, her shame and her worries—everything she held back from the rest of the world. As he wanted this. This moment of fumbling.

This moment of intimacy.

She pulled the bodice from her arms. Untied her skirts and let them pool around her feet before kicking them aside. Glanced up at him and then worked at the laces to her stays.

Her unbound hair fell over her shoulders, nearly to her waist, thick and swaying gently as she moved.

Beautiful.

She was beautiful.

She pulled her loosened stays off over her head and stood in chemise, stockings, and shoes. The tips of her breasts peeked out from beneath the thin cloth.

She began to bend for her shoes, but he stopped her. “No. Let me.”

He grasped her by the waist and lifted her to the bed.

Carefully he drew off her slippers, letting them drop to the hardwood floor before running his hand up her left calf. The room was so quiet he could hear each breath she drew. She watched him as he reached under her chemise, into that warm spot behind her knee, tugging at the ribbon of her garter.

Her breath hitched.

He glanced up at her as he found bare skin. Hot, so hot under her skirt. He could almost imagine he smelled her, standing between her bent legs. He pulled the first stocking off and moved to her other foot, smoothing his thumb over her arch, over that high instep, that sweet, delicate ankle. The curve of her calf—one of the loveliest curves in nature—elegant and perfect. Someday he’d like to draw her nude.

The faint, almost inaudible whisper as he pulled the ribbon off raised the hairs on the back of his neck. His nostrils flared and he couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted her bodily, moving her farther up on the bed, placing her head and shoulders against the pillows, and then pushed up her chemise, crawling between her spread thighs and settling to enjoy what he’d found.

There. There she was, her pretty, pretty pink cunny, all coral lips and wispy dark-blond curls. He hiked her trembling legs over his arms, ignoring her gasp of shocked surprise. He glanced up once and saw wide, wondering eyes gazing back at him. Her gentlemanly first husband had evidently never done this to her.

More fool he.

Top 5 favourite things about this wonderful series:

1.     Val Napier, the Duke of Montgomery

2.     The Ghost of St. Giles

3.     Alf

4.     The covers of the last three books.

5.     The wonderful reader response to the series.

~~Reviewed by AnnMarie~~

Duke of Desire is the 12th book in the Maiden Lane series by Elizabeth Hoyt.

Lady Iris Jordan, a widow, has been kidnapped by the evil Lords of Chaos. Practically at their altar where they intended to have their perverted way with her, she manages to get them to listen to the fact that she isn’t the wife of the Duke of Kyle the woman they thought they had kidnapped. They decide that she still can’t live because she knows too much. That gives her rescuer a perfect opportunity to get her to safety.

Raphael de Chartres, the Duke of Dyemore is to be her rescuer and he has very personal reasons for wanting to bring down the Lords of Chaos. He has infiltrated the group as one of them, and he cannot let anything happen to Iris. He pleas to the head man to let him have the ‘woman’, insinuating that he will have his way with her then kill her. When he is allowed to take her he then whisks her away to his carriage and to his home.

What follows is the fascinating, exciting, story of how Raphael and Iris deal with what happened to her, how their relationship develops amongst such dreadful times, and how he will do anything in his power to keep her safe. When the Lords of Chaos discover that Raphael hasn’t killed Iris they will both be targets for them. He will do anything, including marrying Iris all in a bid to help keep her safe. All that along with his plans to bring down the Lords of Chaos equals a book that you cannot put down until you have read it all to see how it ends!

I love how Iris brings light to Raphael’s life, how she sees past who he believes he is, sees past his physical flaws that have other women gasping. She is light to his shade, and as much as he rescues her, she also needs to rescue him from his dark thoughts, his misapprehension that he could be evil just like his father who used to be the head of the Lords of Chaos!

This may be the 12th book in this series, but by far I believe it to be the very best. Yes, part of that is because we finally find out who is behind the Lords of Chaos, but it’s also because I loved Iris and Raphael as a couple. I loved the emotion of the story, I cried for Raphael when he told Iris what he had endured in his past. Then I cheered when Iris loved him even more rather than be scared away in disgust as Raphael thought she would. Their physical relationship was off the charts (18+) despite the fact that he didn’t want to have full on sex with her for fear of her falling pregnant. I cannot praise this book enough, and I definitely recommend it. Even read as a standalone book you can fully appreciate and enjoy the story. But to really get that wow impact, especially when it comes to finding out who is behind the Lords of Chaos, reading the other books first will increase your enjoyment of this book tenfold.

I voluntarily reviewed an advanced readers’ copy of this book.

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