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By: Karen Ranney
Releasing
March 28, 2017
Avon
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BOOK SUMMARY
In the second in New York Times Bestselling
Author Karen Ranney’s scintillating series, society’s most coveted duke finds
the one thing wealth and position cannot buy—the perfect partner…
For years, Martha York has been fascinated by a man she’s never met—Jordan Hamilton, the new Duke of Roth and protégé to her inventor father. Could the elusive gentleman possibly live up to his brilliant letters? When Martha travels to his estate to carry out her father’s last bequest, she discovers that the answer is a resounding yes, for the duke’s scientific mind belies a deep sensuality…
Jordan was determined to complete his prototype alone, but it’s impossible to resist the alluring young woman who shows up at his door. Working together, they grow ever closer, until a case of mistaken identity leaves him bound to another. A woman’s heart may be more complex than the most intricate invention, but Jordan must find a way to win Martha’s, or lose the only woman who can truly satisfy him…
For years, Martha York has been fascinated by a man she’s never met—Jordan Hamilton, the new Duke of Roth and protégé to her inventor father. Could the elusive gentleman possibly live up to his brilliant letters? When Martha travels to his estate to carry out her father’s last bequest, she discovers that the answer is a resounding yes, for the duke’s scientific mind belies a deep sensuality…
Jordan was determined to complete his prototype alone, but it’s impossible to resist the alluring young woman who shows up at his door. Working together, they grow ever closer, until a case of mistaken identity leaves him bound to another. A woman’s heart may be more complex than the most intricate invention, but Jordan must find a way to win Martha’s, or lose the only woman who can truly satisfy him…
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EXCERPT
CHAPTER
1
July,
1871 Griffin House, England
Martha York stared down at the
letter her sister had just handed her.
For months she’d been trying to
satisfy her father’s bequest. He’d asked her to see that his work was given to
the Duke of Roth. That’s all. Except it hadn’t been easy, had it?
She’d been writing to the duke for
nearly a year and never received an answer. Not a note. Nothing dictated to a
secretary. Not one small sliver of information. She’d kept writing and he’d
kept ignoring her.
“Aren’t you going to open it,
Martha?” Josephine asked.
She nodded, staring at the
distinctive emblem on the reverse before removing the seal.
Part of her never wanted him to
write back. There, a bit of honesty. She hadn’t wanted to relinquish all her
father’s precious diaries, all his prototypes, all his notes.
“What does he say, Martha?”
Josephine asked. “Has he invited us to Sedgebrook? Has he?”
Martha frowned at her sister. “Of
course he hasn’t.” “But what has he said? Are you going to read it to us?”
Josephine asked, her glance encompassing their grandmother.
Gran didn’t say a word, but she was
looking over at Martha. Normally, nothing could divert her attention from her
crochet work.
“He says he doesn’t want Father’s
bequest. He does send his condolences on Father’s death. A year late.”
“He has to take it,” Gran said
calmly. “Shall we just send everything in a wagon? He’d have no choice but to
accept everything.”
“I wouldn’t be able to live with
myself if something happened to Bessie,” she said, referring to her father’s
latest prototype. “Why he thought the duke would want it, I’ve no idea.”
“They were friends,” Gran said.
“Matthew didn’t spare the time for many people.”
Martha only nodded. Gran’s son,
their father, had been a hermit, but a happy one. He went to the cottage
situated at the end of the lawn every day, content to tinker there surrounded
by his inventions, and al- lowing his imagination to take him where it would.
The unlikely friendship between
Jordan Hamilton and her father had begun before the man had become the Duke of
Roth. He’d been a naval officer then, curious about her father’s work, and
writing with his questions. That had sparked an intense correspondence, one
that lasted until pneumonia had taken Matthew suddenly and unexpectedly.
“At least he finally deigned to
answer my letter,” Martha said. “Which is the most he’s done all these months.
He probably got tired of me writing.”
“What are you going to do?” Gran
asked, her crochet work forgotten on her lap.
“I could simply keep writing him
until he agrees to come here.”
“Or we could take Father’s bequest
to him,” Josephine said.
She glanced up at her sister.
“That’s out of the question,” she
said, staring down at the distinctive handwriting. She knew it well. She’d read
every one of the duke’s letters to her father.
She hadn’t expected him to repudiate
her father’s gift. Doing so was worse than a slap in the face. His ignoring her
letters ridiculed the relationship that Matthew York had valued so much. She’d
thought the Duke of Roth had felt the same, but evidently he didn’t.
“Why is it out of the question?”
Josephine asked. “Josephine, please sit,” she said, looking up at her sister.
Each time Josephine passed in front
of her, perfume wafted in her direction. Ever since her mother had departed
Griffin House, Josephine had taken to wearing Marie’s favorite French perfume.
It was, according to her sister, a sophisticated fragrance. Martha thought it
was overbearing and too flowery.
Perhaps Josephine wore it to remind
her of Marie. No doubt that was the same reason her sister gravitated to the
Rose Parlor. Her mother often sat here, staring out at the lawn, her gaze
impenetrable and almost troubling to witness.
The room was filled with all those
things Marie loved, but evidently not enough to remain at Griffin House.
Needlepoint sat in a frame, patiently waiting to be finished. Needlepoint
pillows were arranged on the sofa. Footrests upholstered in needlepoint sat at
their feet while needlepoint pictures of flowers framed in gold hung on one
wall. Even the draperies had needlepoint tiebacks.
She couldn’t help but wonder if
Marie truly had an affinity for needlepoint or if it was only an outlet for
other feelings.
The Rose Parlor had been decorated
by her step- mother. The sofa and love seat, as well as the curtains that
framed the view of the back lawn and the lake were pink. The pillows that
weren’t covered in needlepoint were pink as well. The round carpet beneath her
feet consisted of overblown lush roses—in pink, of course—with a contrasting
green border.
Josephine loved the room. Martha
felt slightly bilious in it. Gran didn’t seem to mind, being as involved in her
crocheting as Marie had been in her needlepoint.
As for herself, when she wasn’t in
her own room, she was in her father’s cottage. Although not quite a laboratory,
it truly wasn’t an office, either. Instead, it was a combination of the two
with tall skinny windows looking out over the lake.
She was his assistant and one of her
tasks was to record his thoughts and experiments for the ages as well as to
serve as his sounding board.
He’d been a good man, a truly
inventive one. If he was more involved in his pursuits and less his family,
perhaps that was to be expected.
No one, least of all her, had been
that surprised when Marie had hied off to France six months after his death.
According to the letter she had written Josephine, she was madly in love with a
French count.
Of course I will send for you, my
love, she’d written.
As soon as Pierre and I are settled
at his estate. You will love the château. It’s so much more to my taste than
Griffin House ever was.
Marie was French, a fact that
Josephine seemed to recite more and more often of late. As if being half-
French was something preferable to being completely English.
“Well?” Josephine asked. “What are
you going to do?”
Martha looked out at the lake,
placid in the July morning, remembering her father’s words. “Wherever there’s a
mystery, you can’t help but feel excitement. Always seek to find a mystery. The
sheer act of solving it will keep you happy.”
The mystery that had occupied her
mind ever since his death was finding how that final experiment had been
successful. He’d been so happy when he’d come in from the storm. He’d been
drenched but ecstatic, telling her that his vessel had leveled off, heading
directly for the target.
But he
hadn’t told her how.
In this instance there were no
notes. No thoughts or idle speculation. Nothing to give her any clue.
She was determined that his life’s
work would be finished, even if she had to turn over all his notes and work to
the duke.
“We have to go,” Josephine said,
interrupting her thoughts. “It’s what Father would have wanted. Besides, it’s
the Duke of Roth! Can you imagine, Martha? We could see Sedgebrook!”
CAT'S REVIEW
"The English Duke" by Karen Ranney. What an enjoyable historical romance to read! It had a bit of everything - a touch of danger, a bit of angst and lots of love. I truly adored our Hero and heroine - Jordan and Martha. Both are intelligent and independent. Martha is a caring and kind person, although, for the time, deemed a bit odd. Jordan, fighting through both physical and emotional pain, can be a tough cookie but seeing the two together was heartwarming and fun. I enjoyed Ms. Ranney's flashbacks to the letters and wished we had a chance to meet Martha's dad. While I thought the story was going to be a bit predictable, Ms. Ranney threw a twist and a curve in here and there that certainly kept my interest throughout. I recommend "The English Duke" to anyone that enjoys, not only historical romance, but a feel good love story too. (received ARC for honest review)
★★★★
AUTHOR INFO
Karen Ranney wanted to be a
writer from the time she was five years old and filled her Big Chief tablet
with stories. People in stories did amazing things and she was too shy to do
anything amazing. Years spent in Japan, Paris, and Italy, however, not only
fueled her imagination but proved she wasn't that shy after all.
Now
a New York Times and USA Today bestseller,
she prefers to keep her adventures between the covers of her books. Karen lives
in San Antonio, Texas.
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