No Other Duke Will Do
Windham Brides, 3
Grace Burrowes
Forever
November 7, 2017
One of Amazon’s Top Romance Picks for November
"Compelling, sympathetic characters and a rare blend of passion and humor result in another exquisite gem from a master of the genre. Gorgeously done."―Library Journal, starred review
Julian St. David, Duke of Haverford, is barely keeping his head above water in a sea of inherited debts. Though he has a long-term plan to restore the family finances, his sister has a much faster solution: host a house party for London's single young ladies and find Julian a wealthy bride.
Elizabeth Windham has no interest in marriage, but a recent scandal has forced her hand. As much as she'd rather be reading Shakespeare than husband-hunting, she has to admit she's impressed by Julian's protective instincts, broad shoulders, and, of course, his vast library.
As the two spend more time together, their attraction is overwhelming, unexpected... and absolutely impossible. With meddling siblings, the threat of financial ruin, and gossips lurking behind every potted palm, will they find true love or true disaster?
“I still want
to kiss you, Elizabeth. Rather a lot.”
“That sentiment is mutual,” she
said, setting off at a brisk pace. “But where is it written that friends can
never kiss, or otherwise express their attraction to each other?”
“It ought to be written somewhere,”
Haverford said, “in great bold copperplate. Kissing leads to—”
“I know where it leads, Your Grace,
in the general case. The destination has been sadly unimpressive on past
visits. I’d like to explore where kissing leads with you.”
“You are—”
“I am lonely too.” And doubtless
bound for marriage to some charming, boring viscount with clammy hands.
“—quite fierce about this friendship
business.” His gaze was on the castle, and Elizabeth suspected he was trying
not to smile.
“I’m quite fierce about everything.”
And only now coming to admit it.
“We shall be fierce friends then,
for the duration of a house party. One shudders to think what mischief… What
the devil is he doing here?”
A coach and four was rattling up the
drive a quarter of a mile away. The horses were all white, exactly matched for
gait and height, and pulling a black coach with red wheels. A single trunk was
affixed to the back, though no crest adorned the door.
“It appears you’ve a late arriving
guest.” Or a bad fairy calling on the party, based on Haverford’s
expression.
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Author Info
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, www.graceburrowes.com.
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