Sarah’s Duke by Georgiana Louis
Sexy Regency Novel from Steam e Reads
Blurb:
Sarah
Collins is a vicar’s daughter from Somerset and she has one goal for her Season
in London—to find a husband that can provide for her and her family. She
doesn’t need a great fortune or a title, she would actually prefer not to have
to go into London ever again. She has little to offer other than her beauty and
a pleasant temperament, but she is hoping that will be enough to secure her a
man who will be kind to her.
Oliver
Lyre is the newly inherited Duke of Lincoln. Born as the spare son, he never expected
to inherit his father’s mantle, and has neither the skills nor the desire to
enjoy the benefits of his rank. He knows that he must marry a lady befitting of
the position, but when he rescues the beautiful Sarah Collins one night, he
can’t imagine living without her lovely smile in his life.
Should he marry the delectably
sweet virgin who would undoubtedly make a horrible Duchess, or do what duty
demands of him?
Excerpt:
Sarah bit her lip and appeared thoughtful for a
moment.
“I don’t believe you can fall in love in just
two weeks. But passion, yes, I have found that.”
Pure rage filled Oliver. Red clouded his vision
as his temperature rose and sweat drops popped out on his upper lip.
“Passion? You have found passion with him?” He
advanced on Sarah like a lion circling his prey. His shoulders ached as he
flexed and stretched his muscles.
Sarah nodded and Oliver growled, pulling her
into his arms. The need to stake his claim on her undeniable as his fingers
wrapped around her tiny waist.
“Like the passion you have found with me?” He
ducked his head and ran his lips down her smooth throat.
Sarah gasped but leaned into him. “That is not
fair to say to me. You do not want to marry me.”
Oliver chuckled against her skin. “I would if I
could,” he pressed his lips to the spot beneath her ear and inhaled the sweet
scent of rose petals.
“Pardon?” Sarah shrieked, pushing hard against
his chest.
“Sarah, you have no idea how much I want you,”
Oliver admitted, rolling his hips against her which caused his prick to harden
and throb.
“You want to seduce me, you do not wish to marry
me.” Sarah went to pull away again, struggling harder but Oliver held her
tighter. He had to make her understand.
“I would never seduce you. I would marry you in
a heartbeat if I wasn’t a Duke.” Oliver murmured beneath her ear.
Sarah laughed again, with so much bitterness and
anger that when she tried to pull away he had to let her go.
“What do you call this then?” She motioned
angrily to their surroundings with flicking hands. “Is this the part where you
offer to make me your mistress instead? Or do you already have one like most
men of rank do?”
The jealousy in her tone and disgust at the
subject was obvious in her face.
“I would never insult you with such an offer.”
Sarah’s eyebrows rose high in silent question.
“And no I don’t have one.” He couldn’t believe
she had asked him such a question.
“Well my lord... I’m sorry... Your Grace, from
what I have learnt in the past few weeks it would be very unusual for you not
to have one, and insulting in the extreme for you to say that you would marry
me if you could.”
“I’m not lying, I have never had a mistress, but
I am aware that most men do. And I was speaking the truth, I would marry you in
an instant if I had met you two years ago.”
She had to believe him, he was telling the
truth.
“What’s different now?”
“Everything.” Oliver said, turning away from
her. Memories bombarded him, cold sliding over his spine and skin.
“My father once told me that I was born because
he needed a spare, but he had no real reason to need one. He had actually
wished for a daughter the night I was born. In ten generations the Dukedom has
always passed from first son to first son. I am the only second son to inherit
in my family, and my mother has spent my life telling me I wasn’t needed... or
really wanted.”
“Oh, Oliver,” Sarah reached out her hand to
touch his shoulder, the effect like throwing a small stone into a still pond.
The ripples cascading out in increasingly large waves.
With a frustrated roar Oliver grabbed her and
spun, pinning her up against the wall. His hands landed on either side of her
and he stared down into the liquid violet eyes that haunted his dreams.
“You will never know how much I burn for you,
only you.”
“Show me,” she whispered, placing her small
hands against his chest.
Oliver moaned and swooped down for a kiss,
plundering her warm mouth with his tongue, all restraint gone. His hands curved
around her slight body and he moved to her breast, kneading and stroking the
soft, abundant flesh through the silk of her dress.
She was like liquid heat in his arms, pressing
against him and making soft, mewling noises that made his blood boil. He slid
his other hand down to her rounded bottom and pulled her snugly into him. She
fitted so perfectly that he couldn’t help imagining how easily she’d take him
into her body.
Sarah threw her arms around his neck and Oliver
groaned against her lips. He pulled back and stared down at her. He had to get
closer. His lifted his arms and reached for the ribbons on her dress. He
unfastened her bodice and soon he had a plump breast free. It was creamy in the
candle light, the erect little nipple a beautiful dusky pink.
“Oliver, you shouldn’t...are you sure...”
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