You guys!!! Today we have the always fabulous Miranda Neville visiting with us today! She’s got a super exciting new book coming out on December 30th (yes, only a week away) – and The Duke of Dark Desires has gotten a lot of good buzz. And even the guy(s) at NPR are reading it! No shit!
See? Ok so it’s from an article about [a burger] from Shake Shack … but doesn’t that kinda make it more awesome?
Ok, so you know, the book information now – which is why you’re all here. đ
Wanted: Governess able to keep all hours . . .
Rebellious Julian Fortescue never expected to inherit a dukedom, nor to find himself guardian to three young half-sisters. Now in the market for a governess, he lays eyes on Jane Grey and knows immediately she is qualifiedâto become his mistress. Yet the alluring woman appears impervious to him. Somehow Julian must find a way to make her succumb to temptation . . . without losing his heart and revealing the haunting mistakes of his past.
Desired: Duke skilled in the seductive art of conversation . . .
Lady Jeanne de Falleron didn’t seek a position as a governess simply to fall into bed with the Duke of Denford. Under the alias of Jane Grey, she must learn which of the duke’s relatives is responsible for the death of her familyâand take her revenge. She certainly can’t afford the distraction of her darkly irresistible employer, or the smoldering desire he ignites within her .
But as Jane discovers more clues about the villain she seeks, she’s faced with a possibility more disturbing than her growing feelings for Julian: What will she do if the man she loves is also the man she’s sworn to kill?
Jane found Oliver Bream thoroughly amusing. She couldnât take his declaration of passion seriously, and wondered how good an artist he was. The duke didnât strike her as a man who would accept inferior performance in anyone he hired. Then she thought of the way heâd engaged her as governess with the slimmest of qualifications. On second thought Bream might be a complete incompetent.
âDoes the duke buy your pictures?â she asked.
âOh no! Julian would never do that.â
âWhat happened to the pictures in here?â She pointed at six dark rectangles in the paint where art had been removed. âThere are similar marks all over the house.â
âOne of the dukes was a patron of Hogarth. If thatâs what hung there it is a tragedy. Julianâs taste in painting is execrable.â
âMaligning me again, Oliver?â
The sight of him in the doorway, color heightened by exercise and his black hair so disheveled she itched to sweep it off his forehead, made the slight, fair-haired artist fade from her consciousness. Denford grinned at Bream with an unveiled affection that presented a new facet of the dark duke, and a most appealing one. Not that she needed a new reason to find him attractive.
âJulian!â Bream said. âIâve been making the acquaintance of Miss Grey. She is a goddess, an Aphrodite or Artemis.â He showed no embarrassment at speaking in such extravagant terms, and the duke merely cast his eyes heavenward. Jane would have done the same but she didnât want to hurt Breamâs feelings. He was quite harmless, she was sure, and she wasnât a woman to object to being addressed like this. She knew men, Denford included, found her beddable; she also knew that she wasnât a great beauty.
âWhat is your name, Miss Grey? I cannot think of you like that. Itâs such a barren name. Iâm sure your Christian name reflects your matchless beauty.â
âI am afraid it is Jane.â
âNever mind. You need no adornment. From this day forth, Jane is the finest of names and shall belong only to you.â
âThere may be a few thousand ladies who will object.â She stole a look at Denford to share her appreciation of the nonsense.
Their glance of amusement turned hot and dark. She wrenched her eyes away and sipped her cooling tea.
âAre you in love again, Oliver?â the duke said.
âI have never been in love before, never! Jane has made me forget every other woman.â
âDoubtless true, until the next one comes along. I donât wish to make light of your charms, Miss Grey, but I think I should mention that Oliver finds a new object of his adoration on average once a week. If his passion for you lasts a month you can claim to have inspired an exceptional degree of devotion. HĂŠloĂŻse and AbĂŠlard, Romeo and Juliet, Beatrice and Dante, Oliver and Jane. You will join the list of the worldâs most celebrated lovers.â
Jane couldnât help it. She started to laugh. Fortunately Bream seemed undisturbed, merely continuing to gaze at her as though moonstruck. âI am honored to have inspired you, Mr. Bream,â she said, shooting a duke a warning look. âI shouldnât laugh but His Grace is quite droll in his way. Please believe that I do not mean to mock you.â
âDonât worry, Jane. Iâm quite used to Julian and never take the least notice of him.â
âTrue enough,â the duke said.
âYour Grace,â Jane said. âI have a request if you can spare me a few minutes.â
âI do hope itâs one Iâll enjoy fulfilling. If so, Iâll agree to anything.â
âI doubt this matter will affect your pleasure either way.â
âYou disappoint me again. Oliver, just this once do what I ask and leave. Go up to the Blue Saloon to prepare for your pupils. I need to speak to Miss Grey.â
âMy request is not a private one.â
âYouâve made that perfectly clear, alas. Go, Oliver.â
âYou will be coming, Jane, wonât you?â
âOf course, Mr. Bream. I wonât be long. The young ladies will be down soon with their drawing materials.â
She watched him go with some trepidation, leaving her alone with Denford. He took a place at the table and, as though he had all the time in the world, poured himself some coffee. She ought to be safe from her unruly desires at nine oâclock in the morning with the humdrum accouterments of breakfast spread on the table; nevertheless she averted her eyes from his lips on the rim of the china cup.
âOliver doesnât always show such good taste,â he remarked. âThe array of women he has loved in the five or six years Iâve known him is positively dizzying. They have only one trait in common: that of being unattainable. Women always seem able to resist him.â
âWhat makes you think I could? Mr. Bream is a very agreeable young man. For all you know he could be the kind of man I prefer.â
âNo, he isnât.â
âWhat kind of man do you think I prefer?â
She peeked at him from lowered eyelids and found him staring at her with a wolfish smile. âThe matter is still under investigation but I am making progress. You are flirting with me.â
âI am not!â But she was, of course. Dalliance should be the last thing on her mind, especially with a member of the Fortescue family. She stiffened her spine and tried to think like a governess. âLast night,â she began, âI was up late.â
âDo go on. Your bedtime habits interest me greatly.â
âI found Laura crying in bed.â
âOh.â
âShe was well, thank you for your concern, merely missing her mother. But had she been ill no one would have known. Miss Bride was, as usual, in a drunken stupor.â
âIs this your request, that I dismiss Bridey? I wonât do it. For your information, Miss Grey, Bridey suffers badly from rheumatism. If she were a fine lady maybe sheâd dose herself with laudanum. It happens she prefers a nip of whiskey to make the aches and pains of age easier to bear at night.â
âNot just at night, but thatâs not the point. I wouldnât presume to recommend you dismiss one of your servants. I was going to suggest, rather, that I sleep up in the nursery, where I can keep an eye on your sistersâ well-being.â She didnât mention that this morning sheâd been woken on Lauraâs bed by the sound of Fenella trying to sneak out. She didnât want to get the girl in trouble again. âThey need more attention than Nurse Bride can give them.â
âYou can give them attention when they arenât asleep.â
His patent indifference raised her hackles. âThey are your sisters,â she said, striving for calm. âThey would appreciate more attention from you too.â
âI promised to take them to the theater, didnât I? Under certain circumstances.â
âYour Grace,â she said, as politely as she could. âI am asking you for permission to move to the nursery floor. Itâs more suitable than the room you gave me.â
âYou donât like your quarters?â
âOf course I like them. Who would not?â
âThen keep them. Iâll hire a maid for the nursery to watch the girls at night. Better still, you choose someone. Youâll have to work with her. Pick someone alert.â
âThe rooms you gave me should belong to your duchess, not to a governess.â
âSince I have no duchess, it pleases me to have you use them.â
âIâll be honest, Your Grace. I do not feel at ease in the rooms adjacent to yours. The door between the dressing rooms is locked, but I donât have the key. I presume you do.â
âI thought Iâd made myself clear last night,â Denford said with a look that made her think it better not to arouse his enmity, âbut apparently it bears repeating in daylight. You have nothing to fear from me. I am not interested in unwilling women and you may sleep in peace, knowing that I have no intention of using that door.â
âGood,â Jane said. There wasnât much more she could say or do, apart from speaking to herself very firmly about wishing the door to remain closed. âNow I must go. Itâs time for the lesson, and I shouldnât leave the young ladies alone with Mr. Bream.â
âHeaven forbid,â the duke said, pouring more coffee. âHeâs a danger to all womankind.â She turned her back smartly, but he called to her when she was halfway to the door.
âOne more thing, Jane. Should you decide to knock on my door, I will welcome you in.â
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