For years, Abigail Linton devoted herself to caring for her parents and her siblings’ children. Now, eager to create a life of her own, Abby seizes upon a position as a governess on a neighboring estate. Unfortunately, her absentee employer is Maxwell Bryce, the Duke of Rothwell, the notorious rake who once broke her youthful heart. But since he hasn’t set foot on his estate for fifteen years, Abby assumes she’ll never have to lay eyes on him ever again. Then, from out of nowhere, Max appears. He is stunned to come face to face with the girl next door he fell for years ago—before he went away, and she stopped writing to him. . .even though Abby swears that he is the one who left her without a word. Could it be that this spirited, witty spinster has won Max’s heart all over again—and that they may have a second chance at love?
I loved reading Abby and Max’s amazing story in The Duke I Once Knew by Olivia Drake, book 1 in her Unlikely Duchess series. Youngest child, Abigail Linton spent years devoting herself to caring for her aging parents as well as the children of her siblings. As her siblings debate who she will help next, Abby decides to make her own life; taking on a position as a governess on the neighboring Rothwell estate. When she was younger she befriended Maxwell Bryce, the son of the Duke of Rothwell, her teen heart falling for him; until he left, breaking her heart. Having never returned, Abby expects that Max has forgotten her and she had no worries of running into the infamous rake. Unexpectedly arriving at his estate, Max is irate to find Abby as his sister’s new governess. He does not understand why Abby is also angry since she rejected him all those years ago. He finds that he is still attracted to her and suspects she feels the same. Maybe, they do have a second at love. Despite the chemistry and desire these two shared, they both must overcome the jaded advice given to them by their parents as teens before letting go of the past and sharing a future of love.
Ms. Drake wrote an emotionally rich and moving story filled with sexual chemistry, fun dialogue, and endearing characters that are not to be missed. I highly recommend The Duke I Once Knew to other readers.
Writing Style: 4.5/5
The sounds of cooing and kissing mortified her. Good heavens, would they never stop? Anyone might walk into the library! They ought to have the decency to take their amorous activities upstairs to a bedchamber. But, of course, Rothwell did not possess a shred of de- cency. It made her cringe to recall that she herself had once fallen prey to his allure. She risked another look over the edge of the table. Her eyes goggled. The duke was delving beneath the hem of his par- amour’s gown, sliding his hand up her ankle and out of sight. The ladybird squirmed and squealed in a frisky at- tempt at evasion. He leaned down and silenced her play- ful protests with a masterful kiss. Abby sank back down again. Her pulse pounded and a blush heated her inside and out. She oughtn’t be so scan- dalized. Rothwell had a reputation as a notorious rake. Over the years, she had heard many a tale whispered among the neighbors of his disgraceful doings. Yet it was one thing to listen to idle gossip and quite another to actu- ally witness him in the throes of depravity. And here she was, trapped. What was she to do? If she made her presence known, the duke would find out that Miss Abigail Linton was the new governess. She could not be absolutely certain that he had forgotten her. And if he did remember, he surely would dismiss her on the spot, for he wanted nothing to do with her. Her spirits fell into a fit of the dismals. That would mark the end of her little adventure out into the world. Oh, she could apply for a position elsewhere, but who would hire her if she’d been summarily discharged from her previous post? She would be forced to return to her brother’s house and resume her predictable life as the maiden aunt, grow- ing withered and gray, shuttled between relatives, with no real say in her future.
The very thought was suffocating. Nevertheless, she could not continue to crouch here while the two lovers were smooching and whispering. What if their intimate activities escalated? What if they did the deed right here, right now? The horrid prospect spurred Abby to action. She must try to sneak out of the library unobserved. It was her only hope. Dropping to her hands and knees, she crept along the carpet, weaving a path between the tables. Her long skirts hampered her progress, forcing her to inch along at a snail’s pace. Rothwell’s black boots were visible through a forest of chair legs. At least he was too distracted to notice her, judging by the amorous sounds emanating from across the room. To be safe, she made a wide berth around the couple. Feverish plans raced through her head. If only she could reach the door and slip out, then all might be well. Per- haps she could convince Lady Gwendolyn not to mention the new governess to her brother. And what of Lady Hes- ter? Was there a chance that she could be persuaded to bide her tongue, too? Should Abby confess the truth and en- list her help? Was it possible to stay out of sight until he departed the Court? Sweet heaven, how long did he intend to stay? In the midst of her meditations, she couldn’t help over- hearing the syrupy drivel of their tête-à-tête. “Your Grace, you are too bold! Such a naughty boy you are!” “I left boyhood behind long ago. Shall I demonstrate?” “Mm, no. You mustn’t . . . ah, yes. Yes!” Abby grimaced under a tide of acute embarrassment. As she crawled closer to the door, she glared in the di- rection of the lovers. She could just see Rothwell’s legs pressed against a froth of cream skirts. Blast him and his debauchery! He was the worst of rogues, the king of scoundrels. A more wicked man had never been born—! Too caught up in remonstrations to watch where she was going, Abby bumped her hip hard against a mahog- any pedestal. A little squeak escaped before she could clap her hand to her mouth. At the same instant, a faint clank- ing noise drew her attention upward. The globe atop the pedestal wobbled precariously. As she watched in horror, the sphere toppled from its perch and clunked onto the floor, where it rolled straight past the chairs and tables to land at Rothwell’s heels. “What the devil—!” Frozen in concealment, Abby watched wide-eyed through the maze of table legs as his boots shifted around. A large male hand flashed down to stop the spinning of the globe. Any faint hope that he might assume it had fallen of its own accord vanished in a millisecond. Rothwell strode forward, his footfalls sharp and deci- sive. He came straight to her. To her great consternation, she found herself gazing at the polished black leather of his boots only a few inches away. “Who are you?” he demanded. “What are you doing in here?” Abby raised her chin only slightly, keeping her face averted. It was best that he didn’t gaze fully at her—or hear the normal pitch of her voice lest it trigger his memory. “I’m just a servant,” she whispered, “tending to my duties.” “Speak up! Why did you not make your presence known at once?” His dictatorial tone shredded her better judgment. “I was trying to leave discreetly,” she flared. “It didn’t strike me as wise to interrupt your tryst.” She paused, then added in a more servile tone, “I do beg your pardon, Your Grace.” She felt his gaze boring down like a physical force that threatened to smother her. She wanted badly to look up, to glare into his face and tell him in no uncertain terms exactly what she thought of him. But that would be highly imprudent. With lightning swiftness, he clamped his hands around her upper arms and hauled Abby to her feet. She found herself staring up into a pair of wintry gray eyes set in a face of unabashed masculinity. Although a dissipated life had hardened his expression and etched faint lines on either side of his mouth, he was more disturbingly hand- some than ever. He also seemed taller and tougher, his chest broader and his shoulders wider. She hated that he still had the power to make the breath catch in her throat. Worse, she hated that he had the au- thority to dismiss her with a snap of his arrogant fingers. As she racked her beleaguered brain for a way to convince him not to do so, something flickered in those icy eyes. “Abby?”
About Olivia Drake
Olivia Drake is the author of the Cinderella Sisterhood series (Seducing the Heiress, Never Trust a Rogue, Scandal of the Year, If the Slipper Fits, Stroke of Midnight, Abducted by the Prince, Bella and the Beast, His Wicked Wish, and The Scandalous Flirt). She has been a member of Romance Writers of America since 1981, and her novels have won the Golden Heart Award, Best Historical Romantic Suspense and Best Regency Historical from Romantic Times. She has also won the prestigious RITA award. She currently resides in Houston, TX.
Eileen is a retired high school teacher who has loved reading all of her life and goes everywhere with a book. She enjoys reading Contemporary Romance, Historical Romance, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense, Women’s Literature, YA, NA, Fiction, Historical Fiction, and Cozy Mysteries. She likes strong heroines, hot heroes and a story that draws her in, not letting go until the last page is turned. She lives in Minnesota with her husband, pup, and near her four adult children.
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