The Determined Duchess - Gothic Brides by Erica Monroe #historical #romance

Meet the Author:

USA Today Bestselling Author Erica Monroe writes dark, suspenseful historical romance. Her current series include Gothic Brides (Gothic Regency romances), The Rookery Rogues (pre-Victorian gritty working class romance), and Covert Heiresses (Regency spies who are the children of a duke). She was a finalist in the published historical category for the prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Romantic Suspense, and her books have been recommended reads at Fresh Fiction, Smexy Books, Smart Bitches Trashy Books, and All About Romance. Her favorite things include coffee, profanity, comic books, and television. She lives in the suburbs of North Carolina with her husband, two dogs, two cats.

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About the Book:

Death is just the beginning in this dark, emotional Gothic Regency Romance...

After the death of her beloved guardian, Miss Felicity Fields is left adrift, her future uncertain. Grief-stricken, she launches a plan to use the ancient art of alchemy to bring back to life the woman who was like a mother to her. The last thing this blunt bluestocking needs is the return of Nicholas Harding, the Duke of Wycliffe and rightful owner of her home on the wild coast of Cornwall. He stirs an unexpected passion within her, and Felicity has had enough change in her life.

When they were children, Nicholas never understood his aunt's brilliant but unemotional ward, or her many strange scientific studies. He ought to take her back to London, so she can make a proper society match--except he can't stop thinking about her. But with the line between life and death blurred by Felicity's experiments, can he convince her that she's no longer alone, and her proper place is by his side?

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Excerpt:
 She spun on her heel so jerkily, yet with such speed, it was as if an unknown hand had pulled her strings. He was used to those quick, shaky movements; struggling to make sense of her, his juvenile mind had often compared her to a marionette. Yet he was not used to what came next—the flash of ire in her eyes, the angry flaring of her nostrils. He could not remember when he had seen Felicity impassioned.

“What would you, Duke, know about not getting what you want?” Each word hit him like an arrow to the chest, so absolute was her aim.

She’d always been able to cut him to the quick, she who always told the brutal, unflinching truth—the words he did not want to hear, because they revealed just how little he truly knew about himself.

When they’d been younger, he’d been able to feign amusement. She hated being laughed at, above all other things, and so he did it often because it was the swiftest way to make her hurt the way he did. He was not proud of that, but he’d been a boy, unable to fathom why this flat, unemotional girl affected him so.

He still did not know.

He stood up straighter, peering down his nose autocratically at her, but he could not summon up the energy to laugh. He was too tired—from the journey, he told himself, and not from pretending all of his bloody life to be someone he was not.

After all, as Felicity had reminded him, he was Duke.

That should be enough. It had to be enough.

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