Dankworth Bridgerton Novels & Stories

I smiled and she nodded and left, taking one last glance at myself in the mirror I took my purse and left, as I was walking down the stairs, Mr Valmore was talking with some men, but immediately he saw me he stopped talking with his mouth hung open, I smiled and walked to him, I stopped right in front of him with a charming smile I asked, "How do I look?" "Extraordinary beautiful" He complimented with a wide smile, he step closer closing the gap between us, he was towering all over me, fuck! Why do I have to be so short, I have to stretch my neck to look at his face. He looked so insanely cute, he is wearing a black tuxedo with a diamond chain at the side, the buttons of his shirt were open

Jaxon emailed the data to his trusted allies with one last, intentional click and then reclined in his chair, his stare steeling. James, you are flirting with fire. And I'm going to set everything ablaze. Damon Cole The name appeared on the screen and his heart sunk. It was not a coincidence. For years, Damon Cole had been a source of irritation for Jaxon; one of James Cross's oldest friends, he was connected to every shady underside in the corporate world. Years ago, their previous inquiry had gone cold, yet it appeared to be not finished.

Inside the carriage, Natalia wasn’t so comfortable and happy. The woman in front of her…..was familiar. She was the current Duchess of Everon, Duchess Vera Everon. She was a delicate and beautiful lady with an iron will. She was more daring than she looked and she happened to be one of the ladies that accompanied the first princess of Polivia to Ducroft. “I never imagined I would be meeting your grace again like this,” she smiled. “I just returned from Ducroft, giving my condolences to the new king on the death of his wife but here you are, still alive and well. You are also the pregnant wife of someone else apparently but I’m sure you have a reasonable explanation for that, don’t you?”

** “Gentlemen and ladies, I would like your attention, please!” Beatrice announces to the room filled with people causing a lulled silence. “I wish to announce that George has completed his dowry today in asking for my hand.” Murmors arise, and from beside me, Alpha Rhett mutters an ‘oh…hell’ that pleases me. A familiar-looking man that I can only assume to be her father from the party slams his hand on the table and calls her name, jostling her confidence, but she swallows and continues.

He threw her to the ground where she hurt her arm while gasping for oxygen. "Do you think I don't know this is the handiwork of you and -- Tabrett?" Danks looked over to Tabrett who was already trembling, if it was one thing Tabrett knew about - Prince Danks loves his half sister very much, the fact that she is the baby Princess of Donner's pack.

A few unread messages popped up from Dante, but thankfully, there was nothing from Thane and the absence of his name gave her a slight moment of relief. She finally raised her eyes to Bridget. "He wants to see you," Bridget announced finally, then left the room. ***** "Don't you think getting married to her is a bit much?" Thane grumbled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a long drink. "I mean, it was fun when she was just the maid I could control, but now she's supposed to have my last name?" 'Have my name. Sounds even fun saying out loud.' "You know you shouldn't be drinking, right?" Dante said dryly, standing a few feet away from Thane with his hands folded in front of

She stops in front of me, that unreadable smile still in place. "You're the bride." Her accent is British, refined. "How lovely." "Thank you." I set down my champagne, every instinct screaming danger. "I don't think we've met." "No, we haven't. I'm Evelyn Rowe." She extends a perfectly manicured hand. "I used to be engaged to your husband." The world tilts. She sits in the chair Lucien just vacated, crossing her legs elegantly. Her perfume is expensive. Everything about her screams wealth, breeding, belonging.

Rick leaned back in his chair, his expression calm. "Not after she gets married to me." Dante snapped. "The man you saw, what was he like?" "Tall guy, probably in his thirties. British, and looks strangely familiar. I know I've seen him somewhere in the media." "Damien," Nathan said suddenly, his eyes widening. "That sounds like Damien Rothwell." "Rothwell?" Dante's voice was barely above a whisper. "The actor." "One and only." Gabriel confirmed. "I have to find her," Dante said suddenly, standing and moving toward the bar's exit. "I have to talk to her."

He was here and would save her. “I came to find the woman I love and marry her, no matter what anyone thinks.” He threw a glare at the older man. “What is the meaning of this?” An older woman hobbled out of the room. “Who are you, sir, and what makes you think my granddaughter wants to marry you?” Finally remembering his manners, he bowed to the duke and then to Danby’s sister. “My name is Captain Barrington Braxton.” “You are the one responsible for bringing her here on your ship?” the duke asked.

The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her. Sebastian froze. She walked out like she owned the snow beneath her boots. Long dark hair spilled from a wool hat, her coat cinched at the waist, confidence in every step. She was beautiful in a way that felt intentional. Dangerous. Her eyes scanned the area sharply, calculating exits. Sebastian’s hand twitched toward a gun that wasn’t there. Because he knew her. Nyra Valen. Mafia queen. Strategist. His biggest rival. And apparently… a Christmas tourist.