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    Enticing a Duke
    Enticing a Duke
    Enticing a Duke
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    Enticing a Duke

    By Roxie Brandon

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    Miss Rebecca Harrington is living through the most unfortunate circumstances after the death of her parents.
    When she is offered employment as a governess for the scandalous, world-weary Duke of Daventry, little does she know that her very innocence will attract him to her like a moth to a flame.
    But with a jealous cousin and fiancée, can they still find their happily ever after?
    Enjoy this sweet Cinderella retelling!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRoxie Brandon
    Release dateAug 1, 2020
    ISBN9781005815097
    Enticing a Duke
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    Roxie Brandon

    Roxie Brandon is an author of historical and contemporary romance, beauty and fashion books.Her romances range in setting from Medieval times to the Twentieth Century.She loves walks in the countryside and having afternoon tea with family and friends.

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      Enticing a Duke - Roxie Brandon

      ENTICING A DUKE

      Copyright © 2020 Roxie Brandon All Rights Reserved

      This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter One

      December, 1818

      The wintry winter cold howled through the desolate field, which was covered with fluffy snow that was like a untouched blanket. Rebecca Harrington could feel the air being heavy as her lungs were filled with sharp cold and frost each time she breathed in. The bleak grey clouds overhead reflected her mood perfectly.

      Cold licked at her face and crept under her clothes, spreading acErskine her skin like the lacy tide on a frigid winter beach. With purple lips tinged with blue and gently chattering teeth she wrapped her coat around her tighter.

      Gravestones lined the eerie graveyard, some recently placed, whereas others, cracked and crumbling. Mould covered the engravings dedicated to the dead, trees leaning towards the stones, branches reaching out to each other.

      Spiked, black fences surrounded the graveyard almost like it was a prison. The smell of old stone filled the dry air, weeds covering the graves of the dead, loved ones long since stopped visiting. Gravel paths weave through the maze of graves, allowing passers by to pay their respects to the people lined up in the earths embrace.

      Rebecca walked past the heavy gates. As long as she had her mother’s necklace embedded on her chest, a tiny cErskine, she would not be left alone.

      A knitted black scarf hung around her neck loosely and it flew as the billowing wind brushed through her auburn hair. The sun was sinking fast below the horizons, giving her hair more reddish hue.

      Rebecca's eyes were the glimmering color of emerald, sparkling in the light of the morning sun like a fresh sheen of morning dew. And when she lifted her pale face to the sky, emerald shifted into the color of deep ocean shimmering in the sunlight.

      As she looked down at the grave, with her father’s name scrawled acErskine the stone, and mother’s grave not two feet away, Rebecca wished she could just kneel here, and mourn.

      She knelt at the grave, and laid her hand upon the headstone. I love you, father, I love you, mother she whispered. Then she rose and walked acErskine the graveyard.

      * * * * *

      Marriage. That was a subject that occupied her thoughts ! Rebecca longed to marry, to have a house and husband of her own, and to someday raise her children. Rebecca knew she would be a wonderful wife. With her manners and kindness, any man would be proud if she was the mistress of his house.

      After her mother had joined his father in death, Rebecca had come to live with her uncle’s family, but from the beginning she had felt unwelcome. She knew they had only taken her in because they considered it their duty. She was, after all, family.

      However, both her aunt and uncle never missed an opportunity to remind her of her status. Rebecca never declined a request, never argued and never questioned her uncle’s authority. And yet, to this day he had never looked at her with affection, nor had her aunt.

      Chapter Two

      Rebecca!

      Rebecca wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, using a wood pillar to push herself into a standing position. Her back was aching so badly it felt as though it might break in half — not that her aunt would care.

      Rebecca!

      Biting back a harsh response, Rebecca set her cleaning brush to one side and headed towards the entrance of the stables.

      Yes?

      Don’t be impertinent with me, girl! her aunt bit out, her lined face contorted with anger.

      I wasn’t — Rebecca began, only to be silenced by her aunt’s harsh voice.

      Enough, Rebecca. I am tired of your excuses and laziness! Not only will you need to sweep the stables, but I insist that you wipe down and feed the horses as well. That will teach you to be so impudent!

      Bristling with the injustice of it all, Rebecca forced herself to keep her mouth closed. This was her aunt’s way of keeping control over her.

      Rebecca

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