on October 23rd 2018
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It's Christmas 1817 and the Duke of Danby is matchmaking again!
Spend the holidays in Yorkshire with freshly fallen snow, Yuletide balls and mistletoe kisses.
The Duke's Mistletoe Madness includes:
JERRICA KNIGHT-CATANIA's LORD HALESWORTH'S HAPPY HOLIDAY
ROSE GORDON's I'LL BE YOURS FOR CHRISTMAS &
AILEEN FISH's NO MISTLETOE REQUIRED
I’ll Be Yours For Christmas by Rose Gordon
“Does my name offend you?”
“Not necessarily,” she said. “But the lies that drip off your lips like honey from a comb do.”
He lifted a brow. “Are you trying to kiss me, madam?”
“Absolutely not!” she burst out; twin flags of red staining her delicate cheeks.
Thomas poked out his bottom lip. “I just assumed that you might like to taste them since you described them as very sweet.”
Tight lines formed on either side of her mouth. “You, sir, are a reprobate. It is merely a saying.” She implored him with her velvety brown eyes. “Besides, a man as rugged as yourself should know perfectly well that to assume anything only leads to trouble.”
He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling at her subtle way of calling him an arse. He was an arse. Truly, he was. He knew that, and for her to insinuate it, well, that just fired him up more. “Pardon me,” he drawled. “I should have used the word presume—” he dipped his head lower to whisper in her ear—“I think we both know your true feelings.”
“True feelings?” she eeked out. “Whatever could those be?”
“That you fancy me,” he said with a casual shrug.
“I do no such thing.” The look of horror on her face spoke the truth of those words. Which, of course, he already knew she didn’t fancy him, but if she wanted to goad him, he’d play.
“No?” He sighed. “Pity. I’ve been told I’m quite a catch.”
“Was this by the same blind man who told you that you were a crack shot?”
Thomas laughed. “You’re quite amusing,” he said with a grin he couldn’t control. “I do believe I’ll keep you around for a while.”
“Then what?” She lifted her left brow. “If you’re planning of abandoning me at the nearest whorehouse when you tire of me, I’ll cease being amusing this very instant.”
For some reason, Thomas didn’t think she could cease being amusing if she tried. Auburn hair with a touch of grey, brown eyes that resembled chocolate and a perfect smile surrounded by the softest red lips he’d ever lain eyes on, she was as delightful to look upon as she was to converse with. “I once met a young lady who was the very definition of a shrew. Even if you were to act like her, you’d still amuse me.”
Chuckling at her sarcasm, Thomas steered his horse to a clearing in the trees. There was a road around here somewhere that would lead where they needed to go.
“Are you going to give me your name?”
Thomas feigned shock. “My, aren’t you a forward one? We only met a short while ago and you’re already wanting me to propose marriage.” He tsk, tsked. “I thought I already told you to stop trying to reform me. I’m not the marrying type.”
Rose is giving away a digital copy of The Duke of Danby’s Mistletoe Madness.
We are curious…
What is one of your favorite holiday traditions?