THE TROUBLE WITH DUKES
Windham Brides, #1
Grace Burrowes
Forever
December 20, 2016
This first novel in a new Regency series from
USA Today bestselling author Grace
Burrowes is a spinoff of her highly popular Windham series.
THEY CALL HIM THE
DUKE OF MURDER...
The gossips
whisper that the new Duke of Murdoch is a brute, a murderer, and even worse—a
Scot. They say he should never be trusted alone with a woman. But Megan Windham
sees in Hamish something different, someone different.
No one was fiercer
at war than Hamish MacHugh, though now the soldier faces a whole new
battlefield: a London Season. To make his sisters happy, he'll take on any
challenge—even letting their friend Miss Windham teach him to waltz. Megan
isn't the least bit intimidated by his dark reputation, but Hamish senses that
she's fighting battles of her own. For her, he'll become the warrior once more,
and for her, he might just lose his heart.
My Thoughts:
For those who are familiar with Grace's Windham books and loved seeing them in action, you will get to see them a lot in The Trouble With Dukes. Now if you are new to Grace's books you might feel overwhelm by all the characters in the story. Yes, there is heavy emphasis on family in The Trouble with Dukes, and eventually you figure out who is who and who is important in the story. In the previous Windham books the focus was on the Duke's own family, now we have moved on to the cousins.
So, in the story we meet Megan Windham. At the beginning of the story she's a different person. She lets herself get bully by a guy who is fortune hunter, I personally like gold digger, but she's afraid to let her family know what has transpire. Eventually meets Hamish MacHugh, the Duke of Murdoch aka Duke of Murder. Yes, you get to know the reason why he's called that ugly term. So, they form a friendship and share each other's secret. This is where Megan finds her true self and becomes like the other Windham women. For those, who don't know they are strong and stand on their own two feet; however, Megan had to find her own footing.
Overall, The Trouble with Dukes was pretty good. However, the pacing I had trouble. One of the issues I had was being bombard with all the Windham cousins and they are meddlesome creatures. At the same time they have good intentions. Eventually, we see more of Hamish and Megan together and they are quite lovely together. I think those who have been missing the Windham family are going to love The Trouble with Dukes. Or those who never read the books and want to find a strong family ties will probably enjoy this story. I do look forward to see what happens in the next book. It hints to be a good one.
Copy provided by Forever Romance
Excerpt:
My Thoughts:
For those who are familiar with Grace's Windham books and loved seeing them in action, you will get to see them a lot in The Trouble With Dukes. Now if you are new to Grace's books you might feel overwhelm by all the characters in the story. Yes, there is heavy emphasis on family in The Trouble with Dukes, and eventually you figure out who is who and who is important in the story. In the previous Windham books the focus was on the Duke's own family, now we have moved on to the cousins.
So, in the story we meet Megan Windham. At the beginning of the story she's a different person. She lets herself get bully by a guy who is fortune hunter, I personally like gold digger, but she's afraid to let her family know what has transpire. Eventually meets Hamish MacHugh, the Duke of Murdoch aka Duke of Murder. Yes, you get to know the reason why he's called that ugly term. So, they form a friendship and share each other's secret. This is where Megan finds her true self and becomes like the other Windham women. For those, who don't know they are strong and stand on their own two feet; however, Megan had to find her own footing.
Overall, The Trouble with Dukes was pretty good. However, the pacing I had trouble. One of the issues I had was being bombard with all the Windham cousins and they are meddlesome creatures. At the same time they have good intentions. Eventually, we see more of Hamish and Megan together and they are quite lovely together. I think those who have been missing the Windham family are going to love The Trouble with Dukes. Or those who never read the books and want to find a strong family ties will probably enjoy this story. I do look forward to see what happens in the next book. It hints to be a good one.
Copy provided by Forever Romance
Excerpt:
“I don’t
want any damned dukedom, Mr. Anderson,” Hamish MacHugh said softly.
Colin
MacHugh took to studying the door to Neville Anderson’s office, for when Hamish
spoke that quietly, his siblings knew to locate the exits.
The
solicitor’s establishment boasted deep Turkey carpets, oak furniture, and red
velvet curtains. The standish and ink bottles on Anderson’s desk were silver,
the blotter a thick morocco leather. Portraits of well-fed, well-powdered
Englishmen adorned the walls.
Hamish
felt as if he’d walked into an ambush, as if these old lords and knights were
smirking down at the fool who’d blundered into their midst. Beyond the office
walls, harnesses jingled to the tune of London happily about its business,
while Hamish’s heart beat with a silent tattoo of dread.
“I am at
your grace’s service,” Anderson murmured, from his side of the massive desk,
“and eager to hear any explanations your grace cares to bestow.”
The
solicitor, who’d been retained by Hamish’s late grandfather decades before
Hamish’s birth, was like a midge. Swat at Anderson, curse him, wave him off,
threaten flame and riot, and he still hovered nearby, relentlessly annoying.
The
French infantry had had the same qualities.
“I am
not a bloody your grace,” Hamish said. Thanks be to the clemency of the
Almighty.
“I do
beg your grace’s—your pardon,” Anderson replied, soft white hands folded on his
blotter. “Your great-great aunt Minerva married the third son of the fifth Duke
of Murdoch and Tingley, and while the English dukedom must, regrettably fall
prey to escheat, the Scottish portion of the title, due to the more, er,
liberal patents common to Scottish nobility, devolves to yourself.”
Devolving
was one of those English undertakings that prettied up a load of shite.
Hamish
rose, and for reasons known only to the English, Anderson popped to his feet as
well.
“Devolve the
peregrinating title to some other poor sod,” Hamish said.
Colin’s staring match with the lintel of Anderson’s
door had acquired the quality of man trying to hold in a fart—or laughter.
“I am sorry, your—sir,” Anderson said, looking
about as sorry as Hamish’s sisters on the way to the milliner’s, “but titles
land where they please, and there they stay. The only way out from under a title
is death, and then your brother here would become duke in your place.”
Colin’s smirk winked out like a candle in a gale.
“What if I die?”
“I believe there are several younger siblings,”
Anderson said, “should death befall you both.”
“But this title is Hamish’s as long as he’s alive,
right?” Colin was not quite as large as Hamish. What little Colin lacked in
height, he made up for in brawn and speed.
“That is correct,” Anderson said, beaming like
headmaster when a dull scholar had finally grasped his first Latin conjugation.
“In the normal course, a celebratory tot would be in order, gentlemen. The
title does bring responsibilities, but your great-great aunt and her late
daughter were excellent businesswomen. I’m delighted to tell you that the Murdoch
holdings prosper.”
Worse and worse. The gleeful wiggle of Anderson’s
eyebrows meant prosper translated
into “made a stinking lot of money, much of which would find its way into a
solicitor’s greedy English paws.”
“If my damned lands prosper, my bachelorhood is
doomed,” Hamish muttered. Directly behind Anderson’s desk hung a picture of
some duke, and the old fellow’s sour expression spoke eloquently to the
disposition a title bestowed on its victim. “I’d sooner face old Boney’s guns
again than be landed, titled, wealthy, and unwed at the beginning of London
season. Colin, we’re for home by week’s end.”
“Fine notion,” Colin said. “Except Edana will kill
you and Rhona will bury what’s left of you. Then the title will hang about my
neck, and I’ll have to dig you up and kill you all over again.”
Siblings were God’s joke on a peace-loving man.
Anderson had retreated behind his desk, as if a mere half ton of oak could
protect a puny English solicitor from a pair of brawling MacHughs.
Clever solicitors might be, canny they were not.
“Then we simply tell no one about this title,”
Hamish said. “We tend to Eddie and Ronnie’s dress shopping, and then we’re away
home, nobody the wiser.”
Dress shopping, Edana had said, as if the only
place in the world to procure fashionable clothing was London. She’d cried,
she’d raged, she’d threatened to run off—until Colin had saddled her horse and
stuffed the saddle bags with provisions.
Then she’d threatened to become an old maid,
haunting her brothers’ households in turn, and Hamish, on pain of death from
his younger brothers, had ordered the traveling coach into service.
“Eddie hasn’t found a man yet, and neither has
Ronnie,” Colin observed. “They’ve been here less than two weeks. We can’t go
home.”
“You can’t,” Hamish countered. “I’m the duke. I
must see to my properties. I’ll be halfway to Yorkshire by tomorrow. I doubt
Eddie and Ronnie will content themselves with Englishmen, but they’re welcome
to torment a few in my absence. A bored woman is a dangerous creature.”
“You’d leave tomorrow?” Colin slugged Hamish on the
arm, hard. Anderson flinched, while Hamish picked up his walking stick and
headed for the door.
“Your pugilism needs work, little brother. I’ve
neglected your education.”
“You can’t leave me alone here with Eddie and
Ronnie.” Colin had switched to the Gaelic, a fine language for keeping family
business from nosy solicitors. “I’m only one man, and there’s two of them.
They’ll be making ropes of the bedsheets, selling your good cigars to other
young ladies again, and investigating the charms of the damned Englishmen
mincing about in the park. Who knows what other titles their indiscriminate
choice of husband might inflict on your grandchildren.”
Hamish had not objected to the cigar selling
scheme. He’d objected to his sisters stealing from him rather than sharing the
proceeds with their own dear brother. He also objected to the notion of
grandchildren when he’d yet to take a wife.
“I’ll blame you
if we end up with English brothers-in-law, wee Colin.” Hamish smiled evilly,
though he counted a particular few Englishmen among his friends.
A staring match ensued, with Colin trying to look
fierce—he had the family red hair and blue eyes, after all—and mostly looking
worried. Colin was soft-hearted where the ladies were concerned, and that fact
was all that cheered Hamish on an otherwise daunting morning.
Hope rose, like the clarion call of the pipes
through the smoke and noise the battlefield: While Eddie and Ronnie inspected
the English peacocks strutting about Mayfair, Hamish might find a peahen
willing to take advantage of Colin’s affectionate nature.
Given Colin’s lusty inclinations, the union would
be productive inside a year, and the whole sorry business of a ducal succession
would be taken care of.
Hamish’s fist connected with his brother’s
shoulder, sending Colin staggering back a few steps, muttering in Gaelic about
goats and testicles.
“I’ll bide here in the muck pit of civilization,”
Hamish said, in English, “until Eddie
and Ronnie have their fripperies, but Anderson, I’m warning you. Nobody is to
learn of this dukedom business. Not a soul, or I’ll know which English
solicitor needs to make St. Peter’s acquaintance posthaste. Ye ken?”
Anderson nodded, his gaze fixed on Hamish’s right
hand. “You will receive correspondence, sir.”
Hamish’s hand hurt and his head was starting to
throb. “Try being honest, man. I was in the army. I know all about correspondence. By correspondence, you
mean a bloody snowstorm of paper, official documents, and sealed instruments.”
Hamish knew about death too, and about sorrow. The
part of him hoping to marry Colin off in the next month—and Eddie and Ronnie
too—grappled with the vast sorrow of homesickness, and the unease of remaining
for even another day among the scented dandies and false smiles of polite
society.
“Very good, your grace. Of course you’re right. A
snowstorm, some of which will be from the College of Arms, some from your
peers, some of condolence, all of which my office would be happy—”
Hamish waved Anderson to silence, and as if Hamish
were one of those Hindoo snake pipers, the solicitor’s gaze followed the motion
of his hand.
“The official documents can’t be helped,” Hamish
said, “but letters of condolence needn’t concern anybody. You’re not to say a
word,” he reminded Anderson. “Not a peep, not a yes-your-grace, not a hint of
an insinuation is to pass your lips.”
Anderson was still nodding vigorously when Hamish
shoved Colin through the door.
Though, of course, the news was all over Town by
morning.
AUTHORS LOVE THE TROUBLE WITH DUKES!
“The hero
of THE TROUBLE WITH DUKES
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MacLean's intelligent, fiery women... This is a wonderfully funny, moving
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author of My American Duchess
“Grace
Burrowes writes from the heart--with warmth, humor, and a generous dash of
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share them with fearless joy. Grace Burrowes is a romance treasure.” —Tessa
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“THE TROUBLE WITH DUKES is
captivating! It has everything I love in a book--a sexy Scotsman, a charming
heroine, witty banter, plenty of humor, and lots of heart.” —Jennifer Ashley, New York Times bestselling author of The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie
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THE SERIES
The Trouble With Dukes, #1
Too Scot To Handle, #2
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Grace Burrowes grew up in central
Pennsylvania and is the sixth out of seven children. She discovered romance
novels when in junior high (back when there was such a thing), and has been
reading them voraciously ever since. Grace has a bachelor's degree in political
science, a bachelor of music in music history, (both from Pennsylvania State
University); a master's degree in conflict transformation from Eastern
Mennonite University; and a juris doctor from the National Law Center at the
George Washington University.
Grace writes Georgian, Regency, Scottish
Victorian, and contemporary romances in both novella and novel lengths. She's a
member of Romance Writers of America, and enjoys giving workshops and speaking
at writers' conferences. She also loves to hear from her readers, and can be
reached through her website or her social channels.
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