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Excerpt: The Heiress Gets a Duke

Hi book friends! We’re teaming up with Berkley Romance to spotlight the new historical romance coming out tomorrow (1/26) The Heiress Gets a Duke by Harper St. George! Really excited to try this one soon, read on for the synopsis and excerpt!

Synopsis:

Even a fortune forged in railroads and steel can't buy entrance into the upper echelons of Victorian high society—for that you need a marriage of convenience.

American heiress August Crenshaw has aspirations. But unlike her peers, it isn't some stuffy British Lord she wants wrapped around her finger—it's Crenshaw Iron Works, the family business. When it's clear that August's outrageously progressive ways render her unsuitible for a respectable match, her parents offer up her younger sister to the highest entitled bidder instead. This simply will not do. August refuses to leave her sister to the mercy of a loveless marriage.

Evan Sterling, the Duke of Rothschild, has no intention of walking away from the marriage. He's recently inherited the title only to find his coffers empty, and with countless lives depending on him, he can't walk away from the fortune a Crenshaw heiress would bring him. But after meeting her fiery sister, he realizes Violet isn't the heiress he wants. He wants August, and he always gets what he wants.

But August won't go peacefully to her fate. She decides to show Rothschild that she's no typical London wallflower. Little does she realize that every stunt she pulls to make him call off the wedding only makes him like her even more.

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Excerpt:

“Come to Charrington Manor for a week.”

“And if we find we don’t suit?”

The corner of his mouth turned upward. “You know that we suit, August.”

She did know. His eyes had softened as they settled on her. She was no more exposed to him than she was to anyone else at this ball, but somehow his gaze saw more. The telltale whisper of butterfly wings moved in her belly. Swallowing, she said, “I will agree to come for a week, if you will agree to withdraw your offer at the conclusion of that week. Tell Papa that you cannot go through with it.”

“Come for a week, and if you still believe that you will hate marriage to me, then I will withdraw my offer.”

She gasped before she could stop herself, hardly able to believe that it could be so simple. Elation made her smile, but he interrupted her premature celebration.

“On one condition.”

She frowned. Of course, there was a condition. He needed more wealth than Job, so he would not be willing to part with her so easily. “What is it?”

“You let me kiss you.”

It was a strangely benign request for such a major concession. “What? Here?”

He smiled again, shaking his head. “At Charrington Manor. I get to kiss you when I want to.”

“Absolutely not. I would not put it past you to have us conveniently get caught. Besides, why would you want to kiss a woman who wants absolutely nothing to do with you?”

“You might not want to marry me, but you do enjoy kissing me, whether you admit it to me or not.”

“Fine. You can kiss me once a day at a time and place of my choosing. And that’s it. One kiss only.”

His gaze had settled on her mouth, setting her senses rioting in pleasant agitation. Why did he have to be the one man she desired? It wasn’t fair.

“I agree,” he said.

She nodded, feeling more in control than she had since first meeting him. “Good. Then I will come to Charrington Manor.”

Rising on her toes, she took Rothschild by his biceps and kissed his cheek. He stood still, letting her. His arms were so strong and warm under her hands that she did not let him go immediately. “Thank you. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this.”

His jaw ticked as his gaze lit on her mouth. He was undoubtedly hoping for another kind of kiss from her, but there was no way she was repeating the library incident again. That kiss had gone much further than she had intended, and she still didn’t know how it had happened. She had no faith in her ability to control another one.

“You’re so certain you’ll still reject me,” he said, his voice a soft rasp.

Shrugging out of his coat, she handed it back to him. “It’s not you I am rejecting. I simply do not wish to be married yet. Surely, you can understand that. If not for your financial situation, would you be seeking a wife now?”

“Not yet, but I would have no choice but to perform my duty and marry eventually. Do you not think you would marry eventually, as well?”

“I have years before I plan to marry. My brother is given his freedom to wait; I prefer the same. My life is full with my work for now.”

He appeared thoughtful as he shrugged back into the tailcoat before asking, “Now that we have settled things, can we please stop this pretense of flirting with every man at the ball?”

She smiled. “How do you know about that? You haven’t been here.”

“I arrived over an hour ago. Long enough to see you cavorting with Lord Smith, and Lord Hadley, and Lord Bunting, and Lord Dillingham, and—”

“That’s enough. Yes, I see your point.” She could also see that he was jealous. His eyes had gone all fierce and hooded again, just like they had in the library. It was terrible, but she very much liked when he looked at her that way. As if he could eat her up and make her enjoy every moment of it. “I will not have to flirt anymore now to make you leave off.”

“You were flirting to make me withdraw my offer?” He sounded incredulous as he gave a mirthless laugh and took a step toward her. “You were wrong. It only made me want you more.”

Self-preservation made a flicker of fear ignite within her, but it was accompanied with a healthy dose of what she was mortified to realize she could only describe as lust. She took a step back, and for some reason a laugh tumbled from her throat. “You stay away from me.” Her voice shook along with the hand she put out to ward him off. “We will not have a repeat of what happened in the library.”

“I rather liked what happened in the library.”

His voice held a bit of a soft growl, and he did not stop at all as he advanced on her. Her heart beat low and deep in her belly. How could he reduce her to this without even touching her? It didn’t make any sense. She was as needy for him as she had been after his kisses, and he hadn’t even touched her.

“You stay back. I will not be caught with you, and I do not appreciate you trying to coerce me.”

He laughed. “I only said I would withdraw my offer at the end of your stay. I never said that I would not use every tool at my disposal to get you to say yes.”

Dear Lord! What had she gotten herself into?