on December 3rd 2017
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An Unlucky Lady:
Lady Beatrix Westport was once destined to be the most successful debutant the ton has ever seen. Now, it is all she can do to recover from the brutal coaching accident which killed her entire family. Now, she has only one purpose. Continue her family line and secure her father’s earldom. When she meets Captain Duke, who awakens her heart and desires, she knows he’s the best choice for husband. But will her dedication to her duty destroy her only chance at love?
A Wild Duke:
Captain Adam Duke loves adventure and justice. After spending his entire life working to free slaves, he comes to London to open offices. When he meets the wounded Lady Beatrix, he immediately feels a deep connection to her and longs to free her from her pain. But he refuses to be just the stud she longs for. Can he convince her to choose a life of love and adventure or will her broken past drive them apart?
“You’ve a deuced odd look on your face.”
Adam Duke did not even look at the look upon Tony’s face. Instead, he lifted his chin and declared, “I’m waiting.”
Tony stood beside him in the crush of people, wine glass in hand. Their backs were to the wall, large palm fronds on either side. He followed Adam’s line of vision as he prompted, “For?”
“To see if my rudeness has resulted in reward.”
Tony stopped, glass aloft, then turned to stare at him agog. “What have you done.”
Adam still avoided Tony’s gaze. In truth, he was concerned he’d gone too far. And he’d no idea why he’d done it. Adam glanced again to the double doors leading out to the garden which at this moment were providing a welcome breath of air in the hot gathering. He willed her to appear. Willed her to take up his gauntlet.
My god, he’d been surprised by the crackling defiance in her stance. The way she’d gripped that cane, brandishing it at him with great vigor had been the most. . . Glorious thing. She was not a woman to be trifled with. And weren’t those the best kind?
Still, he’d pushed. Hell, he’d shoved. Demanding she dance with him. What if she couldn’t? What if he’d been cruel? She was a woman who had suffered no uncommon loss, and she’d been of delicate birth, likely having her way all her life. What had he done?
No. He refused to believe he’d been wrong. Because one couldn’t let hell swallow one up. Only bitterness resulted in that. And Lady Beatrix didn’t deserve a life, leached of living. No, she deserved to blossom, like a flower drinking its first drops of rain after a long drought. She owed it to herself.
So, he stared again at those open doors. Desperately hoping, she would come in and teach him a thing or two.
Adam said from the corner of his mouth, “Let’s just say, I’ve prodded the tiger.”
“Oh god,” Tony groaned, knocking back his glass of wine then plunking it on a passing tray. “You met her. Didn’t you?”
He gave a succinct nod. Clearly, being specific about who the her was, was completely unnecessary.
Tony snatched a glass of champagne from another tray, being wielded about by a liveried servant. “Well, at least tonight won’t be boring.”
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