The Duke's Cinderella Bride
1816, St Claire House, London
'I have no immediate plans to marry, Hawk. Least of all some chit barely out of the schoolroom that you have deigned to pick out for for me!'
Hawk St Claire, the tenth Duke of Stourbridge, viewed his youngest brother's angrily flushed face across the width of the leather-topped desk that dominated the library in the St Claire townhouse, his mouth twisting slightly as he noted the glitter of rebellion in Sebastian's dark brown gaze. 'I was merely suggesting that it is past time you thought of taking a wife.'
Lord Sebastian St Claire felt the flush deepen in his cheeks under the steely gaze of his eldest brother. But this awareness of Hawk's displeasure in no way lessened his own determination not to be coerced into a marriage he neither sought nor wanted.
Although it was a little difficult to maintain that stand, Sebastian acknowledged inwardly, in the face of his brother's piercingly intense gaze. A chilling gaze from eyes the colour of gold and ringed by a much darker brown, and one that had been known to almost reduce the Duke's valet to tears on occasion, and to cause lesser peers of the realm to quake in their ... read full excerpt from: The Duke's Cinderella Bride ebook
