Buried Under Romance Guest Post
By Tina Gabrielle
For HOW TO CAPTURE A DUKE
October 14, 2019 Release Date
Hello! I’m Tina Gabrielle and I write adventurous historical romance featuring feisty ladies and bold heroes. I’m excited to be on Buried Under Romance to celebrate my new historical release, HOW TO CAPTURE A DUKE.
This book was special to write and I purposely chose a hero with a bit of a stutter. All through grammar school, I was treated by my school’s speech therapist. First, English was my second language. I’m a first-generation Armenian-American, and we spoke Armenian at home. Second, I had an articulation delay and struggled to pronounce certain words and sounds. As a five-year-old, I remember my speech therapist quite fondly. She had pretty long, brown hair to her waist, wore colorful high heels, and gave me candy after each session. She also helped me a lot, and over my entire grammar school career my speech difficulties were resolved. I went on to become an attorney and I’ve argued cases in front of judges in crowded courtrooms.
In “How to Capture a Duke,” Tristan Cameron, the Duke of Keswick, fears ridicule because of his stutter. As a result, he avoids social functions and poses as a groom rather than attend his matchmaking grandmother’s country house party. Oliva first believes him to be the head groom of the estate, but when a country ride turns into a kiss and the duke’s identity is revealed, things soon spiral out of control.
I did a lot of research for this book. Historically, it was difficult to find proper treatment, and I tried to show how people with this speech disorder struggled. Ineffective treatment could make it much worse.
Stuttering affects people of all ages, and according to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, approximately three million Americans stutter. There’s a long list of famous people who struggle with or have struggled with stuttering, including Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley, Winston Churchill, King George VI, James Earl Jones, Nicole Kidman, and many more.
I hope my book inspires some people, and you enjoy reading this story as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. For a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card, just leave a comment about what you find intriguing about the story or the cover.
Here’s the blurb and a following excerpt where Olivia discovers Tristan is not the head groom, but the duke. Needless to say, trouble ensues.
Lady Olivia, the youngest sister of the Earl of Castleton, has no patience for the boring gentlemen of aristocratic society. She longs for a more adventurous life like the ladies who visit the Raven Club. But her plans are thwarted when her family drags her to a country house party to meet the elusive Duke of Keswick. Tristan Cameron, the Duke of Keswick, finds Olivia in his stables. She believes him to be the stable master, and he doesn’t dissuade her of the notion. He has no interest in entertaining one of the spoiled, self-indulgent ladies who’ve invaded his home. Except, Olivia is neither of those things, and their shared kiss during a ride results in combustible passion. And a potential scandal. Olivia is relieved when the handsome stable master comes to her aid as her alibi, but that relief fades to anger when she suddenly finds herself betrothed to the harsh, foul-tempered duke. Tristan believes he’s been trapped by a scheming, title-seeking lady. To make matters worse, she’s utterly captivating. He plans on leaving her behind in the country immediately after their vows, but Tristan soon finds himself battling temptation and Olivia’s stubborn determination to be the Duchess he doesn’t believe he deserves…
How to Capture a Duke
Olivia could only stare at Tristan in shock. Her mind refused to comprehend what she heard, what she was seeing. The change in him had been subtle at first, an indefinable clenching of his jaw, a sharpening of those dark eyes, a squaring of his broad shoulders. But now she recognized it for what it was: the unmistakable arrogance that made up the fabric—the very being—of the aristocracy.
Still, she had to ask aloud, “You are the duke?”
“It is r..r-ude to ask a question if the answer is known.” His tone was sharp, his gaze direct.
Once again, the feeling that something was dreadfully wrong sank in her stomach. It was bad enough that she’d been accused of stealing Lady Samantha’s necklace. Even more incriminating was the fact that the missing jewelry had been found in her possessions.
But this was much, much worse. A stable master turned into a duke.
A rivulet of sweat trickled between her breasts in her tight corset. The scent of fresh hay and horse that had calmed her in the past now made her feel nauseous.
If Caleb—no, Tristan—was the duke, then that meant she’d spent an entire afternoon with him. Unchaperoned.
Good God. The consequences were profound.
And they hadn’t even mentioned the kiss. Looking at the man now, she couldn’t fathom how his lips had been so tantalizingly soft. His mouth was set in a deep frown, his lips pressed tightly together, his jaw a lump of granite.
Olivia glanced away, hoping to get sympathy from one of the two older women in the stable. It was a mistake. Her mother’s expression was one of shock mingled with anger and—Heaven help Olivia—satisfaction. It was enough to make Olivia want to leap onto Atlas’s saddle and ride hell bent for leather into the countryside. A glimmer of interest and calculation lit the dowager duchess’s eyes.
Olivia recognized the calculation; she’d seen it often enough in her own mother’s eyes.
She’d needed an alibi. Now, she desperately needed an escape.
“The ensuing scandal will travel to London before we can even return,” Olivia’s mother said. “The other guests might even suspect the truth as we speak. They have to marry. At once.”
“I agree, but a special license is necessary,” the dowager duchess said.
“You are a duke’s grandmother. Can you not petition the Bishop for one?”
“Even I have my limitations, however—” The dowager rubbed her chin with a thumb and forefinger before continuing, “I am hopeful.”
They talked as if the two people involved weren’t even present.
All during this discussion, Tristan, the Duke of Keswisk—as she must now think of him—glowered at Olivia. His expression was different from when they’d sat by the stream, watched the water flow over the rocks, and talked.
Olivia raised her chin. This wasn’t her fault. The man should accept responsibility. He had pretended to be a groom, for goodness sake. He’d avoided his own house party and neglected his guests. She pictured him when she’d walked into the stables that afternoon. His shirtsleeves had been rolled up to reveal thick forearms as he’d brushed Atlas. Without a cravat and jacket, he’d appeared far from a duke.
How on earth could she have known?
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About Tina Gabrielle
Best-selling author Tina Gabrielle is an attorney and mechanical engineer whose love of reading for pleasure helped her get through years of academia. She often picked up a romance and let her fantasies of knights in shining armor and lords and ladies carry her away. She is the author of adventurous Regency historical romances for Entangled Publishing and Kensington Books. Tina also writes best-selling cozy mysteries as Tina Kashian for Kensington Books.
Publisher’s Weekly calls her Regency Barrister’s series, “Well-matched lovers…witty comradely repartee.” Tina’s books have been Barnes & Noble top picks, and her first book, Lady Of Scandal, was nominated as best first historical by Romantic Times Book Reviews. Tina lives in New Jersey and is married to her own hero and is blessed with two daughters. She loves to hear from readers. Visit her website to learn about upcoming releases, join her newsletter, and enter free monthly contests at www.tinagabrielle.com
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