How To Tempt A Duke
Charlotte Seavers was on the hunt. And she was in a mood to take no prisoners.
Only scant minutes earlier Charlotte had been comfortably ensconced in the drawing room of her parents' small manor house, happy in her ignorance, enjoying the sight of a mid-November frost glittering on the newly bare tree branches outside her window while she stayed warm and toasty inside.
But then the housekeeper had brought her one of the letters just arrived with the morning post.
After taking another sip of sweet tea, Charlotte had opened the missive from her good friend, read it in growing apprehension and disbelief until, with her newfound knowledge, her blissful ignorance turned to righteous anger.
"Unrepentant liars and tricksters! Wretched connivers!" she exclaimed, her teeth chattering in the cold, for she'd left the house without taking time to search out a warmer cloak than the rather shabby one she used while gardening that hung on the hook just outside the kitchens. "They'll be lucky if I don't choose to murder them!"
She stomped along the well-worn path that led through the trees from the manor house, to end halfway up the drive to Ashurst Hall. "And worse fool me ... read full excerpt from: How to Tempt a Duke ebook
