“She intended to be the
mistress of her own fate. And there was one thing she knew with absolute
certainty from observing the ways of the world: one did not get that kind of
power by marrying it.”
THE DUKE I TEMPTED by Scarlett Peckham is out this July!
About
THE DUKE I TEMPTED
Having
overcome financial ruin and redeemed his family name to become the most
legendary investor in London, the Duke of Westmead needs to secure his holdings
by producing an heir. Which means he must find a wife who won’t discover his
secret craving to spend his nights on his knees—or make demands on his long
scarred-over heart.
Poppy
Cavendish is not that type of woman. An ambitious self-taught botanist
designing the garden ballroom in which Westmead plans to woo a bride, Poppy has
struggled against convention all her life to secure her hard-won independence.
She wants the capital to expand her exotic nursery business—not a husband.
But
there is something so compelling about Westmead, with his starchy bearing and
impossibly kind eyes—that when an accidental scandal makes marriage to the duke
the only means to save her nursery, Poppy worries she wants more than the title
he is offering. The arrangement is meant to be just business. A greenhouse for
an heir. But Poppy yearns to unravel her husband’s secrets—and to tempt the
duke to risk his heart.
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The Duke of Westmead cleared his throat. “Given I rebuked you for
your lack of transparency, Miss Cavendish, honor obliges I disclose to you that
I became rather dismayed when I learned you were betrothed. I suppose I
thought, how dare she? How dare she
squander her gifts on so middling a creature as Mr. Raridan? Or, more to the
point, on anyone?”
Poppy didn’t speak. She couldn’t, because her breath was caught. She
had never heard herself described in such terms by anyone. How could she, when
the local gentry who had known her all her life told a different story about
her? One of an eccentric spinster who coarsened herself with commercial
enterprise. An arrogant, unlikeable woman, unhealthily obsessed with plants.
“Thank you,” she said, hoping her voice did not convey how deeply
what he said affected her. It would not do to seem overly moved.
He shrugged, as though his words were unremarkable. As though such
assessments of her worth were lobbed at her all day.
The carriage she had been waiting for at long last appeared through
the stable gates and rolled up to the bottom of the steps.
“Miss Cavendish, in light of my lapse of judgment, I fully
understand if you do not wish to return to Westhaven. But if my sister believes
me guilty of ruining her plans I shall have to live with her mortal
disapproval. I don’t suppose I could prevail on you to reconsider finishing your
work? I assure you that I will not attempt to intercede in so much as the
placement of a vase.”
The contours of his face should not have a say in her decision and
yet she could not help but admire them, as the fading light danced across the
planes that made him sometimes handsome, sometimes fierce.
Or perhaps it was only the way that he looked at her. As if her
respect meant something to him. As if she
did.
“Very well,” she said. “I shall return in the morning. For Lady
Constance’s sake.”
After just a beat too long, he nodded. “I’m glad to hear it. For
Lady Constance’s sake.”
And then he smiled.
Boyishly and quick and warm, like the sun darting out from a bank of
clouds. It was so unexpected and disarming that without thinking, she craned
her face towards his to get a better view of it. Their eyes met, and a chill
ran down her spine. Because for just a moment, she thought he might lean in,
close the distance, and kiss her.
No. Not thought he might. Wanted him to.
She wanted him to kiss
her.
Instead, he folded his mouth back into its usual grim line, bent in
a deep bow and offered her his hand to help her into the carriage.
But it did not escape her notice that he held her fingers just a
beat too long as he said: “Be well, Miss Cavendish.”
Author Bio:
Scarlett
Peckham fell in love with romance novels as a child, sneaking paperbacks from
the stash in her grandmother's closet. By the time she came of age she had
exhausted her library's supply and begun to dream of writing one of her
own.
Scarlett studied English at
Columbia University and built a career in communications, but in her free hours
always returned to her earliest obsession: those delicious, big-hearted books
you devour in the dark and can never bear to put down. Her steamy historical romances
about alpha heroines have been finalists for the Golden Heart® Award four
times. Her debut book, THE DUKE I TEMPTED, will be out July 31, 2018.
Scarlett splits her time
between London and Los Angeles. When not reading or writing romance she enjoys
pretending to know about wine, discussing The
Real Housewives, and cooking enormous pots of soup.
Scarlett is represented by
Sarah Younger at the Nancy Yost Literary Agency, and spends far too much time
on Instagram and Twitter.
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