Dukes of War #1: The Earl’s Defiant Wallflower Oliver York, Earl of Carlisle, marched into the ballroom. He clearly wouldn’t be curing his best friend tonight. Perhaps the one most in need of wine, women, and dancing was Oliver himself. Except the ratafia was warm, the wine bitter, the music off-pace. The debutantes were only attracted to his ignominiously gained…
Accounts. Right. Focusing, Lord Benedict Sheffield dipped his pen into the standish and began totaling the first row of sums. He made it through the first few pages before his butler appeared in the doorway. Benedict frowned. No one called upon him during working hours without prior arrangement. “Yes, Coombs?” “I’m afraid there’s a Lady…
Amelia tilted her head toward the door. “Are we ready?” Lord Sheffield stared at her, incredulous. “Ready? I haven’t a clue where we’re going!” “Haven’t you?” she teased. “But it’s Wednesday!” “Almack’s?” His mouth opened and shut without making a sound. “But its rooms are only open during the Season, which hasn’t even begun yet—”…
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This is the official spoiler thread for the early readers who joined the 30 Wicked Kisses countdown! Feel free to post questions, reactions, guesses as to the murderer’s identity (or the circumstances of the hero and heroine’s first kiss!) or anything else that strikes your fancy. Erica will drop in to comment and answer questions!…
