BLURB (book 1 of the “Dukes in Danger” series, A Haversham House Romance)
When widowed Viscountess Rowden literally stumbles across the arrogant Duke of Whitley while she’s gathering research for the puzzles she creates for the London Mail Observer, she can’t possibly know he’s the Crown’s spymaster. Whit believes enemy agents are using the newspaper’s puzzle pages to send coded messages to Napoleon. His mission is clear—less clear are his feelings for the woman he may have to destroy. While Vivian struggles to forget her past and find a future where her heart can be safe, the duke must decide whether the fiery viscountess is friend, foe, or fate.
“I feel obliged to let you know that you have once again caught me skulking about.”
The familiar voice sent shivers up her spine. Shivers that had nothing to do with the inclement weather. “Your grace?”
Vivian turned to see the duke standing in front of a settee that boasted plump cushions and an unobstructed view of the summer rain on the lake. The sky crackled as a streak of lightning blazed through the clouds. The answering thunder came only seconds later.
“Like you, I am a refugee seeking shelter from the storm,” he said. “Please join me. I promise not to pry into your business unless asked.”
“Your grace, I apologize for my behavior earlier. I have such a temper, and it sometimes gets the best of me, no matter how I try. Please accept my apologies.”
“I will accept yours if you will accept mine. You were right. I have no business interfering in your affairs. I was simply reacting to your distress without thinking.”
She smiled up at him, her attention held once again by cornflower-blue eyes that made her feel so…wanted. “A truce, then?” She extended her hand.
He raised his eyebrows.
“At least until the storm is over?”
The blue eyes twinkled. “Agreed.” He took her hand, marveling at how perfectly it fit in his own. And then he noticed her gown.
“Uh…may I offer you my coat? Your dress seems to be rather…ah…damp.”
In fact, what her dress seemed to be was the most erotic piece of clothing he had ever seen, and on a woman who already dangerously intrigued him.
Carolina Prescott loves a good romance. That and her penchant for history—along with her love for happy endings—makes writing historicals a wonderfully logical career choice. Carolina divides her time between an apartment in the trees in California and a house on a hill in her native North Carolina.
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