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"I will not be your mistress." She spoke, whispering, with her mouth a sigh away from his.
He swallowed hard and nodded, agreeing with her even as he closed the distance between them, kissing her to madness, leaving nothing to sanity.

Bethany Fitzgerald hated the very idea of marriage and stood against it with everything she was.
Charles de Norcrosse had to marry the insufferable Lady Cossington, for it was the will of his late father and he must abide by it.
But when fate moved in favour of the Duke of Carlisle and the daughter of an impoverished Land Baron, very little can be done to fight against it.

(Loving Her Duke is the first book of the British Blood Trilogy. Second is Hating Her King.)

LOVING HER DUKE

Beth searched for his emotion, searching to see if he truly was not angry. He wasn't. She turned her away, letting her eyes wander around. The sky was dark and save for the fire, it was all darkness. The wind blew, whispering to the fire, troubling it, and against her skin, causing goosebumps to rise. She sighed. It was warmer at the foot of the hill.

"We were standing by the foot of the hill." She mumbled to herself.

Eric heard her. "Now, we are here, atop it. Isn't life wonderful?"

It was. Wonderful and unpredictable. The grim feeling rose again, and Beth felt uncertain about the future, but she was almost sure of the disaster waiting to happen.

"Eric, we should not be here." She held his wrist. "This hill_"

A Final Goodbye