The one woman he will never forget…
The
one man she will never forgive…A love that neither can deny…
The Day of the Duchess
Scandal & Scoundrel, #3
Scandal & Scoundrel, #3
by Sarah MacLean
Releasing June 27th 2017
Avon Books
Avon Books
The Book Junkie Reads . . . THE DAY OF THE DUCHESS
(Scandal & Scoundrel, #3) . . . Married for years with no contact. Malcolm and Seraphina had a marriage the neither seemed to want
but that was on the surface. The more time they spent together the more the
each saw something more in the other. Emotional. Entrancing. Intense.
Satisfying.
From
reading other books from MacLean, I have to say that Malcolm was not one of my
favorite people to learn more about. I have had a liking for Seraphina since I
met her. The was just something that drew me to her and her character. This
book gave me more of what I was drawn by. I have also grown to know more about
Malcolm and what makes him who he is. Seraphina was the glue that drew me in to
this read. Malcolm turned out to be the stickiness that kept me reading onward.
Malcolm
and Seraphina have a marriage that was filled with raw emotional angst. The road
was messy and difficult. The instance that brought both Malcolm and Seraphina
to our eyes was not a pretty one. It was intense and at the time immensely
satisfying to see him get his but at the same time it was a scandal that shamed
an innocent or maybe not so innocent woman.
I loved
this story because of the intensity, the drama, the angst that surrounds
Malcolm and Sera. I loved the fact that it was not an insta-love but a powerful
attraction that got side tracked. I
loved following the story and getting it all. MacLean gave a story that was
sure to make you second guess the first impressions rule. There’s usually something
deeper to be seen.
Scandal & Scoundrel series:
The
Rough Not Taken – Scandal & Scoundrel,
#1
A Scot
in the Dark – Scandal & Scoundrel,
#2
The Day
of the Duchess – Scandal & Scoundrel,
#3
Blurb
The one woman he will never forget…
The one woman he will never forget…
Malcolm
Bevingstoke, Duke of Haven, has lived the last three years in self-imposed
solitude, paying the price for a mistake he can never reverse and a love he
lost forever. The dukedom does not wait, however, and Haven requires an heir,
which means he must find himself a wife by summer’s end. There is only one
problem—he already has one.
The one man she will never forgive…
After years in exile, Seraphina, Duchess of Haven, returns to London with a single goal—to reclaim the life she left and find happiness, unencumbered by the man who broke her heart. Haven offers her a deal; Sera can have her freedom, just as soon as she finds her replacement…which requires her to spend the summer in close quarters with the husband she does not want, but somehow cannot resist.
A love that neither can deny…
The duke has a single summer to woo his wife and convince her that, despite their broken past, he can give her forever, making every day...
The one man she will never forgive…
After years in exile, Seraphina, Duchess of Haven, returns to London with a single goal—to reclaim the life she left and find happiness, unencumbered by the man who broke her heart. Haven offers her a deal; Sera can have her freedom, just as soon as she finds her replacement…which requires her to spend the summer in close quarters with the husband she does not want, but somehow cannot resist.
A love that neither can deny…
The duke has a single summer to woo his wife and convince her that, despite their broken past, he can give her forever, making every day...
Chapter 1
DESERTED DUKE
DISAVOWED!
August 19, 1836
House of Lords,
Parliament
She’d left him two
years, seven months ago, exactly.
Malcolm Marcus Bevingstoke, Duke of Haven looked to the tiny
wooden calendar wheels inlaid into the blotter on his desk in his private
office above the House of Lords.
August the nineteenth, 1836. The last day of the parliamentary
session, filled with pomp and idle. And lingering memory. He spun the wheel with the six embossed upon
it. Five. Four. He took a deep breath.
Get out.
He heard his own words, cold and angry with betrayal, echoing with quiet
menace. Don’t ever return.
He touched the wheel again. August became July. May. March.
January the nineteenth, 1834. The day she left.
His fingers moved without thought, finding comfort in the
familiar click of the wheels.
April the seventeenth, 1833.
The way I feel about you . . . Her words now—soft and full of
temptation. I’ve never felt anything like this.
He hadn’t, either. As though light and breath and hope had
flooded the room, filling all the dark spaces. Filling his lungs and heart. And
all because of her.
Until he’d discovered the truth. The truth,
which had mattered so much until it hadn’t mattered at all.
Where had she gone?
The clock in the corner of the room ticked and tocked, counting
the seconds until Haven was due in his seat in the hallowed main chamber of the
House of Lords, where men of higher purpose and passion had sat before him for
generations. His fingers played the little calendar like a virtuoso, as though
they’d done this dance a hundred times before. A thousand.
And they had.
March the first, 1833. The day they met.
So, they let simply anyone become a duke, do they? No deference. Teasing and charm and pure,
unadulterated beauty.
If you think dukes are bad, imagine what they accept from
duchesses?
That smile. As though she’d never met another man. As though
she’d never wanted to. He’d been hers the moment he’d seen that smile. Before
that. Imagine, indeed.
And then it had fallen apart. He’d lost everything, and then
lost her. Or perhaps it had been the reverse. Or perhaps it was all the same.
Would there ever be a time when he stopped thinking of her? Ever
a date that did not remind him of her? Of the time that had stretched like an
eternity since she’d left?
Where had she gone?
The clock struck eleven, heavy chimes sounding in the room,
echoed by a dozen others sounding down the long, oaken corridor beyond,
summoning men of longstanding name to the duty that had been theirs before they
drew breath.
Haven spun the calendar wheels with force, leaving them as they
lay. November the thirty-seventh, 3842. A fine date—one on which he had absolutely no chance of
thinking of her.
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Today bestseller Sarah MacLean is the
author of historical romance novels that have been translated into more than
twenty languages, and winner of back-to-back RITA Awards for best historical
romance from the Romance Writers of America.Sarah is a leading advocate for the romance genre, speaking widely on its place at the nexus of gender and cultural studies. She is the author of a monthly column celebrating the best of the genre for the Washington Post. Her work in support of romance and the women who read it earned her a place on Jezebel.com's Sheroes list of 2014 and led Entertainment Weekly to call her "gracefully furious." A graduate of Smith College & Harvard University, Sarah now lives in New York City with her husband and daughter.
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