Title: One Fine Duke
Author: Lenora Bell
ISBN: 9780062692504
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?
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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.
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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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