Author:
Lenora Bell
Price: $7.99
On-Sale Date:
7/23/19
Cover Copy:
USA Today bestselling
author Lenora Bell returns with her third book in the sexy School for
Dukes series.
Ready.
Ready.
Raised in the countryside by her
overprotective uncle, Miss Mina Penny’s dream of a triumphant
London season is finally here. She determined her perfect match long
ago: Rafe Bentley, the wickedest rake of them all. There’s only one
very large, very unyielding obstacle: Rafe’s brother Drew, the
reclusive Duke of Thorndon.
Aim.
This was supposed to be simple. Duke
goes to London. Duke selects suitable bride. Love match? Not a
chance. But when Drew meets Mina, she complicates everything. How can
a lady armed with such beauty and brains fall for his irresponsible
degenerate of a brother? Drew vows to save her from heartbreak
and ruin, no matter the cost.
Desire!
But Mina is no damsel in distress.
She’s daring, intuitive, passionate…and halfway to melting Drew’s
cold heart. And although Mina thought she knew exactly what she
wanted, one breathtakingly seductive kiss from Drew changes
everything. Now Mina must decide between long-held dreams and
dangerous new desires. Could her true destiny lie in the arms of a
duke?
Author Bio:
Lenora
Bell is a USA
Today bestselling,
award-winning author of historical romances. A teacher with an MFA in
Creative Writing, Lenora has lived and worked on five continents. She
currently lives in New Zealand with her carpenter husband and two
tiger-striped rescue kitties. She loves hearing from readers! Sign up
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Excerpt:
“There
he is, Wilhelmina,” Grizzy whispered, staring reverently across the
crowded ballroom. “The Duke of Thorndon.”
Holy
hell he’s handsome,
thought Mina.
Jaw-dropping-on-the-floor
handsome. Drool-on-your-lace-fichu handsome.
Distract
her from her plan with his brother, handsome.
Her
uncle had been right. Thorndon was a fine figure of a man.
Objectively speaking, the finest she’d ever beheld.
Tall
as a doorframe, with a face hewn from the same granite as the rugged
Cornish coastline.
A
face rendered seductive by contrasts: sharp cheekbones and curved,
sensuous lips. Gleaming ebony hair brushed his collar. His eyes were
a light, gold-tinged brown—the only warm thing about him.
He
owned this ballroom. Literally. And he owned everyone in it by dint
of his oversized presence and the cold, unsmiling arrogance scrawled
across his face.
He
didn’t even follow the dictates of fashion, preferring plain black
attire to the white pantaloons and gaily-colored waistcoats of the
other gentlemen.
Why
should he follow the dictates of fashion? Everyone should follow him.
“When
you’re introduced to Thorndon, pray speak as seldom as possible,”
Grizzy whispered. “Attempt to appear biddable and do try to recall
my decorum lessons. Remember, no one in London knows anything about
you, thank the Lord.”
Mina
had seen several polished, elegant young ladies staring at her,
nudging each other and whispering. She was an outsider, a usurper,
her proper place in the social hierarchy not yet established.
They
needn’t worry. She had no designs upon their prize duke. And she
was about as unpolished as a debutante could be—as rough as an
un-sanded plank. If anyone touched her they might get splinters.
She
longed to shed her country skin swiftly and emerge as the
sophisticated social butterfly her mother had been. But she knew that
it would take time, observation, and experimentation.
Her
first flirtatious conversation, first kiss, first taste of brandy,
first adventure…it was all ahead of her.
She
couldn’t wait to taste it all.
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