A DUKE TO REMEMBER by Kelly Bowen *Release Day Blitz*
Title:
A Duke to Remember
Author:
Kelly Bowen
On
Sale: July 26, 2016
Series:
A Season for Scandal, #2
Publisher:
Forever
Format:
Mass Market Paperback
Price:
$5.99 USD
Love takes the
stage . . .
Elise deVries is not what she seems. By night, the actress captivates London theatergoers with her chameleon-like ability to slip inside her characters. By day, she uses her mastery of disguise to work undercover for Chegarre & Associates, an elite agency known for its discreet handling of indelicate scandals. But when Elise is tasked with locating the missing Duke of Ashland, she finds herself center stage in a real-life drama.
Noah Ellery left the glamour of the London aristocracy to pursue a simpler life in the country. He's managed to avoid any complications or entanglements-that is, until he lays eyes on Elise and realizes there's more to this beautiful woman than meets the eye. But when Elise reveals her real identity-and her true feelings for him-the runaway duke must confront the past he left behind . . . to keep the woman he loves forever.
Elise deVries is not what she seems. By night, the actress captivates London theatergoers with her chameleon-like ability to slip inside her characters. By day, she uses her mastery of disguise to work undercover for Chegarre & Associates, an elite agency known for its discreet handling of indelicate scandals. But when Elise is tasked with locating the missing Duke of Ashland, she finds herself center stage in a real-life drama.
Noah Ellery left the glamour of the London aristocracy to pursue a simpler life in the country. He's managed to avoid any complications or entanglements-that is, until he lays eyes on Elise and realizes there's more to this beautiful woman than meets the eye. But when Elise reveals her real identity-and her true feelings for him-the runaway duke must confront the past he left behind . . . to keep the woman he loves forever.
Excerpt
“You’re
not going to die on me, are you?” The voice came from lower,
almost directly in front of her this time, and Elise opened her eyes,
staring up at a collection of clouds scudding across the blue sky.
“Not
yet, I think.” She struggled to sit, her tired muscles still
refusing to obey.
A
warm hand caught hers and pulled her forward, and Elise was suddenly
presented with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.
They
were smoky green, the color of pine wreathed in mist, the color of
still waters that hid great depths. They were ringed with blond
lashes, set in a strong, rugged face that spoke of hours spent
outdoors. Pale blond hair fell around his ears in careless waves,
the ends damp where they brushed his bare shoulders. Incredible
shoulders, wide and powerful, droplets of water sliding over the
ridges of muscle to disappear down the front of his chest.
Her
mouth went dry, and whatever breath she thought she had caught
deserted her once again.
He
was crouched before her, a look of concern tempered with a half-smile
stamped across his striking features. “Hmmm. Well, if you die, can
I have your horse?” he asked. “As fine an animal as I’ve seen
in a long time.”
“My
horse?” she repeated. Good Lord. Her wits had completely
scattered under that smoky gaze.
He
glanced over her head up in the direction of the road. “One of the
boys brought it off the bridge for you.”
Elise
struggled to draw a normal breath and formulate a thought. The man
was trying to put her at ease. It wasn’t his fault that he looked
as he did. It wasn’t his fault her body was threatening to make an
utter fool of her because of it.
But
clearly, it had been too long since she had invited a man to share
her bed because she was shamelessly staring at the way his body moved
as he shifted. Subtle shadows carved their way across his torso,
created by lean muscle rippling under golden skin. A scattering of
dark blond hair covered his chest and trailed down past his navel.
Her eyes dropped further south, and she let her gaze wander over the
sharp ridges of muscle that formed a V over his hips before
disappearing into the front of his breeches. His free hand rested on
a powerful thigh, long, capable-looking fingers spread out over the
top of his knee. She imagined what those fingers would feel like
against her bare skin. Because she already knew what his arms had
felt like beneath her, the hard strength of his body against hers.
When
he was pulling you from the water like a drowned river rat, you fool,
not drawing you into a lover’s embrace.
A
terrible realization struck her with the completion of that thought.
Without needing to check, she knew her cap was gone. Her braid had
come unpinned, and she could feel the heavy weight of her sodden hair
on her back. A glance at her water-logged clothes plastered to her
body confirmed her worst suspicions. When she’d bound her breasts
tightly beneath her loose, baggy shirt, they were unnoticeable, but
there was nothing unnoticeable about them now. The bindings had come
loose and slid down to bunch at her waist. Worse, the threadbare
fabric of her worn shirt was almost transparent, and stuck to her
skin as it was, she may as well have been wearing nothing. The
curves of her breasts were clearly visible, as were the dark areolas
of her peaked nipples.
The
man’s eyes were still on her face and not on her chest, which Elise
was choosing to interpret as a testament to his chivalry, but no one
in their right mind would mistake her for anything other than what
she truly was. A woman dressed as a boy.
“No,
you can’t have my horse,” she muttered, attempting to peel her
shirt away from her breasts with her free hand. “I need it to flee
a lot of awkward questions.”
The
man was watching her again. “They are going to want to know who
you are,” he said quietly, jerking his chin in the direction of the
voices beyond them. The understanding she saw in those incredible
eyes made her blink.
She
managed a weak smile. “Do you suppose anyone will notice if I just
swim back to where I came from?” She was trying to make her mind
work, but like her muscles, it seemed lethargic, her usual ingenuity
depleted. “You can tell them that I was a mermaid.”
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Kelly Bowen grew up in Manitoba,
Canada. She attended the University of Manitoba and earned a
Master of Science degree in veterinary physiology and
endocrinology.
But it was Kelly's infatuation with history and a weakness for a good love story that led her down the path of historical romance. When she is not writing, she seizes every opportunity to explore ruins and battlefields.
Currently, Kelly lives in Winnipeg with her husband and two boys, all of whom are wonderfully patient with the writing process. Except, that is, when they need a goalie for street hockey.
But it was Kelly's infatuation with history and a weakness for a good love story that led her down the path of historical romance. When she is not writing, she seizes every opportunity to explore ruins and battlefields.
Currently, Kelly lives in Winnipeg with her husband and two boys, all of whom are wonderfully patient with the writing process. Except, that is, when they need a goalie for street hockey.
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