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While their bodies say yes, yes, yes, their minds are saying no.
Lady Dorcas Dersingham is developing the rare and lovely yellow rose. Grant, the Duke of Blackridge, develops coal mines. Beauty meets Beast.
Oblivious to the beauty of nature, Grant is the last person Dorcas should care for. He's a giant of a man and speaks his mind with blunt force. But she can't stop wanting him. When Grant damages her precious yellow rose, she spurns his courtship.
Once he sees the spitfire lurking behind her shy exterior, Grant wants Dorcas more than ever. But somebody doesn't want them together. Somebody wants them dead.
Grant follows Dorcas to the country and watches over her from a distance, disguised as the manager of his new coal mine. But Dorcas soon unearths his secret. Once she reveals the passionate woman she really is, he wants her more than ever.
Dorcas can no longer deny that she loves her Beast. But as they are coming to a new understanding, a disaster forces her to take life-changing decisions.
If they don't trap the person trying to kill them, they won't get their happy ever after.
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Lady Dorcas Dersingham is anxiously waiting for a delivery of plants from China. She's hoping that they will help with her very exciting experiments. With her sisters no longer at home she's never been more happy for her horticulture pursuits.
Grant, the Duke of Blackridge has at last restored the family finances with lots of hard work. Hus mother is now pressuring him to marry a childhood friend. Unfortunately that's not the woman he wants.
There is danger around but what do the villains want to accomplish? Is it putting an end to Dorcas' work or kill Grant.
You won't find out until almost the end of the book. It's a great historical romance with mystery, danger and fun. The unusual characters and their eccentric families will keep you entertained from the first to last page.
Great fun.
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I was born in Leicester, England, and lived in our cobbler’s shop with my parents and sister. It was an old house and most definitely haunted, but I didn’t find out until I left that my great uncle had hung himself in the living room! But I think our ghost might have been older than that. It was built on the site of the old Roman cemetery, and the land had been constantly inhabited, being in the center of town. Then, when the council bought the house from us to build a road, my grandfather retired and my father went and worked for the Post Office. My mother was a sample machinist; that is, she worked with designers on the prototypes (models or samples) of garments. So I was very well dressed! We bought a relatively modern house in the country, and my mother was blissfully happy. It’s all very well living in a large old house, but it’s a dreadful task to keep it clean and warm!
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