ONE NIGHT WITH A DUKE by Sandra Masters Released June 21, 2017 The Wild Rose Press
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Setting:
Regency England 1817, the industrial revolution, and returning
soldiers with no employment set the scene for political turmoil.
His
Grace, Raven, Tenth Duke of Ravensmere, reclusive, politically powerful,
denies love after the tragic deaths of his duchess and baby son. Bound
by a deathbed promise made ten years prior, he has
vowed never to allow
love to enter his heart again.
He meets Lady Samantha Winston, a
young widow, who permits him to seek refuge in her carriage in a time of
need, and what started out as a kiss in the name of safety, became
pleasurable and not safe at all. In spite of every caution, his interest
escalates into unexpected but welcomed desire.
Author: What is your main fear, Your Grace?
Answer:
Being a mature and politically savvy peer, I feared to fall in love
again passionately as I did with my late wife. The loss of her and our
son paralyzed my every thought. To assuage the remorse, I delved more
into all political events and devoted my efforts to my constituency and
the tenants on my estate. England won the war against France but
bankrupted the country. My goal was to propel my country back into the
forefront of the financial world. My loveless life continued. And then
by accident, I met Samantha Winston.
Author: Can you tell me about the incident?
Answer:
You were the one who concocted the scene, but I’ll relive the events
for our readers. After a meeting with the Prince Regent at his Carleton
Townhouse, I chose to walk to the Townsend Ball a few blocks away.
However, I encountered anarchists intent on doing me bodily harm simply
because I was an aristocrat. The night darkened, and I cat-walked
against walls, turned into an alley, and somehow avoided direct contact.
Seven to one are not great odds for success. I saw a waiting carriage
on the street with lit lanterns and raced to the door, pulled it open,
expecting it to be empty. Instead, a lady sat on a seat, alarmed at my
intrusion. The mob was now around us. The coachman bellowed for them to
leave, but one lout climbed to peer through the window. Before I could
speak to her, I went to her side and took her to me. All the thug could
see was two presumed lovers in an ardent embrace and kissing. It must
have amused him because he jumped down and chuckled moved the group down
the street.
Author: Lady Winston allowed you, a stranger, to kiss her?
Answer:
There was little time to speak, only to act. The lady kicked me in the
shins, clouted me with her reticule until I uttered a sentence.
Author: Rather curious, Your Grace. What was the sentence?
Answer:
Damnation, Madam. I asked her assistance since I was in dire
straits…that I would explain and then I kissed her. It was when I said,
“Please,” that she consented.
Author: Odd, that a duke of the realm would resort to such a word.
Answer: In dangerous times, a man would resort to any unusual actions. Now stop your falderal and let me continue.
Author: One kiss or two?
Answer:
One long and pleasurable kiss. I remember thinking that a kiss in the
name of safety was not safe at all. In the lantern light, I memorized
her young face, but it was her verdant eyes that begged further
inspection, not to mention her copper colored hair.
Author: And then what happened?
Answer:
I apologized for my rash actions, made my explanation, and introduced
myself. Other women would have fallen apart. Instead, she said, “It
seems peculiar, Your Grace, to have introductions after our scandalous
kisses. Perhaps it should have been the other way around?” Most of all,
her sense of humor appealed to me. Her pleasant demeanor impressed and
she chatted informally with me as if we were old friends. I offered to
stay and wait for her relatives to explain my presence, but she asked
for propriety’s sake that I leave.
Author: Did you?
Answer: Yes,
after all, it was her request. I thanked her for her assistance. And
that’s when she leaned forward and said, “Au revoir.” She whispered,
“Until we meet again,” and touched my arm.
Author: Did you meet soon after?
Answer:
You certainly know the entire story, but I avoided two dangers. One was
the anarchists attempt to harm me. The second was the danger of a
beautiful, high-spirited woman intent on flirtation or seduction. The
latter intrigued me no end and represented a risk I would face with
infinite pleasure. I determined that at another time, another place, I
would find her again and demonstrate all the other things my lips and
manly parts would do.
Author: Your Grace, I’m shocked that you would speak so.
Answer:
I beg to differ with you, Mistress Masters. I can’t believe I did and
said many of the things you wrote. You took great liberties with my
persona in our book. You brought me out of the darkness of my personal
life and gave me the desire to live and love again. There were those who
never would believe me capable of such passionate utterings. They used
to speak of me, under their breaths, as cold as ice with an even colder
heart. The truth of the matter was that my heart needed resuscitation
and my lady did an adequate job. Admittedly, you took a circuitous
route, caused me great angst, pain, and suffering, but then I might not
have appreciated Lady Samantha’s firebrand wit and courage. So I forgive
you.
Author: For our readers’ sake, I’d like to say that you did
reunite in Chapter Two. However, Lady Samantha Winston appeared to push
all your ‘hot’ buttons much to your chagrin.
Answer: Yes, she did. I
got the distinct impression you enjoyed every moment of my distress. We
did meet at the ball later that evening, and I knew that my life would
change forever because I saw the spitfire side of the lady and wanted to
tame her indomitable spirit. I’ve always loved a challenge. Now, I
suggest you go on to the next book because I want to savor the
publication of our story. Feel free to join my lady and me in the
library for a libation. I remember that you favor gin over brandy.
Author:
Raven, you’re such a rogue. If I were to drink with you, I might have
to write you in another book. You were one of the first dukes I created,
but you gave me such a hard time because you were complicated in every
way imaginable. Most of all, I liked your charming arrogance. I have
created you out of the figment of my imagination. I hope I brought you
justice. So, goodbye for now…oops, perhaps I should have said, “Au
revoir. Until we meet again.”
AUTHOR: http://www.authorsandramasters.com
SANDRA MASTERS
Once in a while
In the middle of ordinary life
LOVE gives us a FAIRY TALE.
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