Summer Blog Hop: Duke of Devonwood by Carly Carson
Author: Carly Carson
Publisher: Cupid Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance (Billionaire)
Buy Link: Amazon
TEASER: Sparks fly as Miranda plots to gain control of her inheritance from a modern day Duke who tries
his best to resist her wiles. Can both of them win?
Miranda's father left her inheritance under the trusteeship of a Duke of England? Did he not realize this is the twenty-first century? She is certainly capable of managing her own money. More importantly, she needs that money to start her business, and to keep her family together.
She is not about to sit around while some arrogant Duke tells her what she can do with her own inheritance. Luckily, she's determined, hard-working, and a touch devious. She vows to do whatever it takes to foil the Duke...
The Duke of Devonwood doesn't want more dependents. With an entire dukedom to run, plus his father's second family to manage, he has too many people hanging on his coattails already. But this headstrong American, Miranda, won't take 'no' for an answer. In fact, she soon has his other dependents conniving with her—and against him.
He could handle the problem...if only she weren't so enticing.
“Don’t mess around with Jack,” Devonwood said.
“Says who?” Miranda poked the duke in the chest, to remind him they were adversaries, and not…whatever it was he seemed to be thinking they might be when he gazed down at her with that blaze in the heart of his silver eyes.
“Don’t mess with me, either.” His tone was husky. “You can’t win. I—or I should say my title—have been chased by some of the most experienced women on the planet.”
“Pretty big ego you’ve got there.”
“Big something,” he murmured as he stepped closer, his gaze fixed on her face. His arms
wrapped around her slowly, and his head descended, giving her plenty of time to turn away, to say no, to run if necessary.
She did none of those things. She couldn’t move. She stood as straight and stiff as a wax candle, waiting for the light that would ignite her.
“I’m going to regret this,” he murmured. “But I can’t resist.”
Outrage flared anew within her, just before his lips touched hers, and she fell into the fire.
It was a hot fire that blazed through her as quickly as lightning, powerful and shattering. Her entire body ignited, from her toes to her brain. How had she known this would happen when he touched her?
Now liquid with the heat he’d torched inside her, she was able to move. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He made a sound deep in his throat, and pulled her up on her toes. She wanted to hear that sound again. She wanted more of his hard frame rubbing against her, more of his close-shaven face scratching against her tender skin, and more of his strong arms holding her tightly, as if he’d never let her go.
“Devon—” Unfortunately, the word came out sounding more like a moan than a name.
Perhaps that’s why he ignored it.
She pushed against him, seeking relief from this burning need that encompassed her.
There was no relief. At every point where they touched, the flames licked her, sizzling along her nerve endings. She was aware of his mouth, warm and soft, of his tongue, strong and aggressive, seeking entry, insisting on it.
A pleading sound sizzled from her throat.
She shivered uncontrollably. He tasted good and she was helpless to do anything but respond. When he sought entry into her mouth, she opened. When he sucked her tongue into his mouth, she followed. When he finally let her go, abruptly, she remained standing just as he’d left her, cold and bereft and wanting more.
“It wouldn’t be rape,” he said softly. “Would it?”
She stood there, stunned. Had he just kissed her like she was the only thing in his world? Had she kissed him back as if he were the only thing in her world?
But her arms were empty now. Obviously, he hadn’t been as shattered as she was. His brain had continued to function, forming a taunt, even as she mindlessly kissed him.
Now it was time for her to regain control. She stepped back, hoping he wouldn’t notice her agitated breathing, even though she could see his chest working like a bellows.
“It was just a kiss,” she said, her voice trembling. “We weren’t exactly down and dirty on the schoolroom table.”
His eyes gleamed. “Now there’s an interesting idea,” he said. “Glad to know our minds are running in the same direction.”
Carly will probably never marry into the British nobility, as she is already happily married to Traveling Man. But there's nothing wrong with a little fantasy in one's life, right? She has three children, who provide a daily dose of reality, even though they are almost perfect (just ask them!). Carly loves traveling, outdoor sports, reading, visiting, and her large extended family.