Back At The Barnyard Duke Novels & Stories

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.

He'd never actually voiced his new title to anyone yet, it just seemed to be an odd thing to say out loud, and it brought home the godawful fact that his father had indeed died and that his life was now full of enormous responsibilities. "Yes, I am the 11th Duke of Shettleham, and I need to get home to comfort my mother and see to my guests, who I might add, includes your boss, the Chief Constable. Would you like to phone him?" Jasper held his phone out with the chief constable's private number showing on the screen. "No Sir, I don't think that will be necessary. Do you have a lock for the bike?" Jasper nodded and pulled the pillion seat up to retrieve the heavy bike lock and secured it to t

I’m going to keep on trying until I never have another dream for the rest of my life. Seeing as there’s no better time than the present to continue my efforts, I wake-up Duke (by doing something I would not be surprised to find out to be illegal in Tennessee . . . but he doesn’t seem to mind). After we’ve recovered from another round (I’ve lost count now . . . ), Duke stretches and climbs out of bed. Starting to pull on his clothes, he says, “I should oughtta get goin’, Nanny, iffin’ I’m gonna get to church this mornin’.”

The Duke calmly watches his mate fall into a blissful sleep. He came to this place for something else. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that he would run into his mate. And that too someone he knows very well. The arena is empty except for him, Roseanne and Pyodor. “Er...sir?” Pyodor begins. “About that two hundred million creds…” “Ah yes,” the Duke nods. “Send the guards away.” Pyodor motions his guards to leave while the Duke tends to his mate. He lays Roseanne tenderly on the ground as if she is as fragile as glass. His mate really is delicate and he will take good care of her.

Duke- You are right, but I will want to. Duke sits down in my mind and has a constant growl. I can feel him angry and almost pouting. “Duke is pouting because I won’t let him kill the boys,” I mumble to Turk. “If I need to hold you back, I can,” Turk jokes, knowing if Duke cut loose, he is jumping out of way. “Boys?” I question, seeing all three of my sons in the packhouse courtyard. “I’m gonna be,” Finley throws up in the driveway.

Duke muttered, “I need to go deal with this - you two will be okay, won’t you?” “Best friends” I replied, a sickly sweet smile plastered on my lips. “Plenty to catch up on, you go on ahead. Never let a woman interfere with the important things, boy. Remember that” Duke frowned at his father before shooting me a nervous look as though he wasn’t sure how to leave me, finally settling on a chaste kiss on the cheek. As he passed his father I heard the low rumble of “play nice” being muttered. The minute he was out of earshot, the tension shot up, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand in awareness, my wolf adopting a suspicious glare. “So,” he said, eyeing me from head to toe. “You’ve ret

When I walked into my bedchamber I found Ducan dressing up. I went to him and stood in front of him with a smile on my face. "Zara is back isn't it?" He asked softly. "Yes," I answered happily. Nothing was hidden from him since our son was born. He developed an ability to see everything that went on in his territory. It was amazing and at times a little annoying.

I move closer, keeping my voice low and cold, “Do you want to find your friend? Or you wanna keep barking at me like a rabid dog?” “What'd you just call me?” I lean in until we're just inches apart, “Stay down—” “Enough!” Everyone turns to Mrs Dukes. “We don't need your help, Mr Vongov but you can stick around if only to lower our margin of suspects.” She says with a calmness that doesn't resonate in her eyes. Kendrick Campbell takes Mallory Bricks into her arms and Mr Dukes goes over to his wife, holding her as she falls apart in his arms.

The crowd erupted in an uproar. Kenneth had not expected me to have a backup plan. He shouted angrily, "Don't believe her! She's a scheming woman who's always framing others!" "Really?" I shot back sarcastically. "The public isn't blind. Let them judge for themselves. Why are you getting so worked up all of a sudden?" As I spoke, I played the video on my phone. Burned once in my previous life, I had learned my lesson. This time around, I had befriended the banquet hall manager early on. Every move in the hall had been recorded from start to finish and downloaded onto my phone.

I have to admit, I did not like what was about to come. That was when I looked over the field and I saw a pack of my Warriors returning from a venture where they went hunting. I knew they had a large stag that we were going to cook and serve for lunch after our business meeting this morning. Just then, I felt a knocking on the barrier as if someone was trying to communicate with me. I let it down enough to see who it was and it was Duke, my Beta. 'Who is in the vehicles leaving?' (Duke asked me as he approached but was still too far off to hear my actual words spoken.)