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May 12th-14th

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Would you risk your life to rescue a woman you don’t know?

Highland traveller Tasara Faas’s simple gypsy life takes a tumultuous turn after she’s abducted by a band of renegade Scots. Her rescuer, the Duke of Harcourt, tries to steal a kiss, earning him a black eye and reinforcing her disdain of aristocrats. Things go from bad to worse when she learns she’s the long-lost heiress, Alexandra Atterberry, and must take her place in Society, even as someone plots her permanent disappearance.

Lucan, the charming Duke of Harcourt, has reluctantly promised his gravely ill mother he’ll procure a wife by Christmastide. Intrigued by the unsuitable, feisty Scots lass he rescued, he now finds the simpering haut ton ladies pale in comparison. When he spies Alexa at a ball, he’s determined to make the knife-wielding gypsy his bride despite her aversion to him, the English, and the nobility. Alexa is equally determined to return to her former life.

The adversary responsible for her disappearance as a toddler, and who now covets her fortune, joins forces with Harcourt’s arch nemesis. Amidst a series of suspicious misfortunes, Lucan attempts to win her love and expose the conspirators but only succeeds in confirming Alexa belief she is wholly unsuitable for a duchess.

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“Duke? What’s a ruddy English duke doing sneaking into a Scottish keep’s chamber?” Tasara flinched. She hadn’t meant to speak aloud.

“Why, rescuing you, of course.”

Did he wink? Cocky fellow, wasn’t he? But then, he was a duke. The attitude came with the title, no doubt present from birth. Probably had his noble bum and snotty nose wiped with the finest linen or silk. Astonishing that he deemed to exert himself enough to muster a sweat. Didn’t nobility have servants do everything for them?

Muted voices and calls echoed from somewhere in the keep.

Attempting to recognize a voice, she tilted her head.

The horrific shrieks and roars of minutes ago had ceased, although an occasional shrill cry yet rang through the stone passageways, raising the hair along her nape.

“Ye be here to rescue us?” Holding Lala’s pudgy hand, György knelt on the bed, his ebony eyes wary and no doubt sprinkled with a dab of excitement too.

In the muted light, Tasara couldn’t be certain. Lads dreamt about adventures of this sort.

“I am, indeed, young sir.” His grace smiled, his teeth gleaming in the half-light. “Whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?”

György shook his sister’s grip loose.

She jammed her thumb in her mouth and toyed with the curls tumbling atop her left shoulder. She stared at the duke, her gaze wide and distrusting.

After scooting from the bed, György gave a handsome bow. “György Faas, Yer Highness, and these be me sisters, Tasara and Lala.”

“It’s Your Grace, György, not Your Highness.”

I think.

Tasara’s attention swung between the duke and her brother. Harcourt probably had been treated like royalty his entire life.

“Grace? Are ye sure, Tasara?” György pulled a silly face and snickered. “That be a lass’s name.”

The duke chuckled again, the rich timbre resonating from his chest. “So it is. Most embarrassing, I’ll admit, but I’m afraid someone started the ridiculous tradition far too long ago for me to change things now. I’m just grateful they didn’t select Chastity or Prudence.”

“Aye, me too, Your Chastity.” György clutched his belly in glee and laughed harder. “Dinnae ye have a given name?”

“Indeed, I do. Several as matter of fact. I’m named Rochester after my father, though I prefer to be addressed as Harcourt or Lucan, which is part of my middle name, Lucan-Ashford.”

His agreeableness irked Tasara. No doubt he could charm the fur from a fox and have the creature thanking him for the honor of losing its hide.

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