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"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

Anna asked. “My personal assistant found a note in my father’s papers signed by your father, promising a marriage between the Seventh Duke of Springbrook and your father’s daughter.” He gave her that predator’s smile again. “I am the Seventh Duke of Springbrook and you, I believe, are your father’s daughter.” Anna smoothed her already smooth jeans then clasped her fidgeting hands in her lap. “Yes, but my father said it was a gentleman’s agreement. A handshake that they both then forgot about.”

I was reading a book in the balcony, trying to refresh my mind, and get ready for Donald’s sentencing the following day when I smelled Connor’s perfume. I tilted my head and smiled when I saw him leaning against the door frame. He was smiling when he looked at me, and in his hand was a bouquet. "Still reading the deal of the gentleman?" he asked, leaning toward me. I blushed as I closed the book and got up from the couch. "You know the Bridgerton books are my favorite. So, how was work?" "I missed you," he answered, kissing my forehead. "I couldn't do anything without you crossing my mind every second. So, I am here to ask you out on a date."

The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace. A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy. The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.” I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded.

Regina raised her eyebrows at the title of the book, which she found intriguing, especially since it was her first time reading a romance novel. The first page made her pity, the story was not too different from hers, but there the female lead was the Baron's daughter. The Baron's daughter lost her family, she also had to lose her noble title as well as all her inherited property because it was taken by her own biological uncle. The Baron's daughter was immediately kicked out of the house and she went to a bar to drink because she felt down, and there in a drunken state she accidentally spent the night with the Duke who was in disguise.

“I worked hard to take care of the matter of transferring power from Duke Andrew to his heir. Ana, I have officially announced that you have become the Duchess of Alison from now on. But for your safety ... We won't have a celebration because I'm afraid someone will hurt you if you leave this place." Ariana's movements immediately stopped when she heard Emilio's explanation. When Ariana looked up to look at the man's face, she saw Emilio smiling even though his eyes were cold. His gaze, as he looked at Ariana, was sinister, as if he seriously wanted to lock Ariana for himself.

the man said while huffing his pipe. A blond haired man leaned down at to get a fleeting glance of white hair, which disappeared into the door below. "That.... she is Miss Eloise Ayles, her father Harem Ayles a small viscount passed away recently so they are moving to their mother's home town in your duchy. What you don't know about that? What kind of a Duke are you, huh?" he jokingly said. "hmmm, she seems silly," he whispered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

Luckily it was not a full moon so I would be able to enjoy this evening as myself instead of Spirit taking over my head. Suddenly Duke was standing in front of me, and he softly grabbed my hand helping me up from the chair. “I think it is warm enough now. You need help undressing?” I gave him a cheeky smile, “So gallant. Some help would be nice.” Duke his hands were trembling a bit when he slowly unbuttoned my dress. His hands felt soft when he slowly removed the dress from my shoulders. A shiver went through my skin everywhere his fingers touched me. The dress fell to the floor, and I was wearing a red, see-through bra with a lace hipster. Duke stepped back a little bit and silently looked

She bought it without thinking. After a few more failed attempts, with her mind continuously straying to Alek, she pushed herself off the couch and opened the bottom drawer attached to it. Inside was a folded T-shirt with a quote from the Duchess Series. Beside it were the books she bought for Major T’s wife. Only book one had her face, so she got the paperback and hardback for the lady. Dumping them on her lap, she retrieved a sharpie to write a short note on the inside page and sign.

‘Not necessarily,’ Bridget replied. The Duchess sidled up to Bridget, then ran her hand down the American’s body, digging her fingers into her crotch. She leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. Immediately Bridget embraced her, kissing her back ferociously, turning her head and mashing their mouths together, her hand slipping on to Celeste’s chiffon-covered buttocks. ‘What about me?’ Anna said, pushing herself into Bridget’s back and embracing both women. ‘Are you feeling left out?’ the Duke said, looking from the triad of women to Clare.