The Duke Of Mount Deer 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.

What made today even busier than usual was Duke Mountravven's presence among them. Duke Mountravven managed to occupy the highest position in the gentleman's club, replacing Marquees Elmand, a young Marquees who was handsome and successful in his warhorse business, who was also a big-time playboy. Rumor had it, there was no woman in the capital that he had not slept with except Fuschia Mountravven – Duke Mountravven's only daughter.

The bootmaker had informed Eastland that his new ward had very slender feet for a youth, and the Duke had seemed to find that irritating, too. Smith had Black saddled and ready, and was standing with him inside a railed enclosure, next to the stable. She strode toward the big black stallion with firm steps. She could see the duke from one corner of her eyes as he stood talking with Pym, the head groom, who was attired in a soft tweed jacket and felt hat. Eastland was bare headed, and the sun glided his head with a golden sheen that made her breath catch. He was really too handsome to be as arrogant and hateful as he was. And of course, he was English instead of American.

“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?” “There are certain things you shouldn’t pry into, Duchess Everon but thank you for lending us your carriage into Polivia,” Natalia replied. “Who is that man? A personal knight? No, he looks like a beastman,” she guessed, her eyes burning with curiosity. “It’s rude to call a werewolf a beastman. He’s the only reason your carriage has not yet been attacked by bandits or wild animals. Be grateful.” “I shall apologize for my rudeness when

someone else added incredulously. Many people now looked at Marcus and Ryan with open schadenfreude. Marcus was still on the ground, clutching his bleeding mouth, while Ryan groaned softly from where the bodyguards had left him. "I thought it was strange," announced Lord Pemberton loudly enough for everyone to hear. "The Duke clearly raised these men as future husbands for Miss Blackwood from childhood. How could the bride suddenly be someone else? Turns out some people got greedy." "Unwilling to give up the Blackwood family wealth but wanting to be with their little lover," added his wife with disgust. "The moment her mother died, they couldn't wait to let a servant step all over their mist

As if embarrassed by the confession, she blushed again. He lowered his head, pressing reassuring slow kisses into the light thatch of curling hair. As she relaxed beneath him, Duke resumed the gentle caress of his thumb, massaging the bead of satiny wetness under it into a juicy slick that nearly drove him over the edge. So, Alex Maddox had never gone down on his spectacularly hot wife. That was a damn shame, he thought smugly. Truly. For as smart of a guy as he’d been, he was a moron. But Duke would never sully the memory of her late husband, even if the poor bastard hadn’t been bright enough to know what he was missing.

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

“But my fear is, I don’t know if you can handle it.” Something in her tone made me straighten. “What do you mean?” “If you can’t stand Leonard’s little pressure, then Duke might crush you. My chest tightened. “What do you mean?” “This. What Leonard is doing, it's child’s play,” she said flatly. “Compared to Duke.” The name felt heavy in the air. “And who is Duke?” “He’s the chairman of smitheen holding and other chains of businesses,” she replied quietly. She lowered her voice further. “He doesn’t bully for fun. He does it because he hates. Especially women.”

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.

“Magicites? As grand as ever.” A black-haired man uttered. His lips twitched as he stepped down from his carriage. His emerald eyes zeroed on the infamous auction house’s show of grandeur. ‘That stinky Antacastian Magus truly splurge his money with no remorse. He spends like a madman.’ After taking one of the free masks lying nearby the entrance, the duke let out a sigh. He shook his head and turned towards his entourage. “Let’s go.”