Only a Duke Will Do (To Marry a Rogue #2)
Published by: Entangled Publishing
Publication date: February 20th, 2017
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance
Without a Season, Lady Isolde Worthingham captured
the Duke of Moore’s heart at a country dance. But on the eve of her wedding, a scandal
that rocked the ton and sent her fleeing to Scotland alone and unwed,
leaves her perfectly planned future in a tangle of disgrace and heartbreak.
Merrick Mountshaw, the Duke of Moore loathes the pitiful existence he hides from
the ton. With a scandalous wife he never wanted, who flaunts her many indiscretions,
life is a never-ending parade of hell. When the one woman he loved and lost returns to
London, he knows he can no longer live without her.
But vows and past hurts are not easily forgotten. Love may not win against the ton
when a too proper Lord and Lady play by the rules.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, but you cannot stop Isolde from marrying. She will marry one day. It may not be me, but it will be someone. And if the reports around London are correct, she is looking for a husband.”
“Damn you to hell.” Merrick left Wardoor, grabbed a half-filled bottle of whisky from
the pavilion, and started toward the Italian Walk. He found a secluded grassy spot within the trees. The sweet-smelling scent floating on the breeze did little to lesson his ire.
Merrick clung to the tree branch above his head and fought not to snap it off,
imagining it as Wardoor’s neck. He flung back a good portion of the whisky and
welcomed the burn to his throat. How could his closest friend do this to him?
The thought of Isolde welcoming his attentions was like a physical blow.
Damn them. Damn him.
It had always boded trouble when Isolde called him by his title. He turned, wanting
and yet not wanting her here right at this moment. “My lady.”
She came up to him, standing but a few feet from his person, close enough to reach
out and touch, to pull close and take what he desperately sought. And wished for.
“What do you think you’re doing, running off Wardoor from courting me?”
“He told you?” Merrick made a note to choke the bastard to death the next time he
was in range to do so.
“Yes, he told me. After seeing you two trying to kill each other, in front of everyone, I
might add, I asked him what you were about. Demanded to know, in fact.” She placed
her hands on her hips, her perfect brow marred with a slight frown. Hell, she was
beautiful. More beautiful than when he had met her at Cranleigh. “Now answer the
“He’s my friend.”
She stood staring at him a while, before she slouched, as if gauging his meaning.
“Merrick, you keep forgetting you married someone else. You have to let me go, if this is your struggle.”
It was his struggle. A constant gnawing on his soul that would never leave. “What if I
do not want to?”
Tamara is an Australian author who grew up in an old mining town in country South
Australia, where her love of history was founded. So much so, she made her darling
husband travel to the UK for their honeymoon, where she dragged him from one
historical monument and castle to another.
A mother of three, her two little gentleman in the making, a future lady (she hopes)
and a part-time job keep her busy in the real world, but whenever she gets a moment’s
peace she loves to write romance novels in an array of genres, including regency,
medieval and paranormal.
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