Fool Me Twice

By Meredith Duran

Within the vein of Sarah MacLean, a lovely and evocative Regency romance among a vengeful duke and a fiery redhead from an writer who's a veritable travel de strength within the style. “Readers want to make room on their keeper shelf for Meredith Duran” (Fresh Fiction).


Running for her lifestyles, exhausted and out of recommendations, Olivia Holladay wishes not anything greater than the opportunity to make a house for herself. So whilst she realizes that the notorious Duke of Marwick may possibly carry the major to her freedom, she boldly disguises herself because the most recent and bravest in an extended line of the duke’s notoriously temperamental housekeepers. Little does she recognize that the wickedly good-looking Alastair de gray has very various plans for her.


As his new worker, Olivia is a fearless upstart. As a girl, the bold redhead is simply what Alastair must rouse him from darkness to the siren name of revenge. He has suffered a betrayal so deep that he'll use no matter what potential essential to smash his enemies—even his brazen and gorgeous family. yet his vengeful plan fails to account for his unmarried weak point: an impossible to resist and growing to be ardour for the enigmatic Olivia.

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Merely this made feel, a dishonest and coffee type of feel: he used to be the Duke of Marwick, and she or he, a family. no matter what that made him—a swine, a cad, his father’s son—so be it. He retreated into the function, clear of the insupportable confusion. “Leave service,” he knotted up. “Find a husband. Make a hash of your house rather than meddling in others’. ” Now, in the end, she appeared away. A vibrant flush crawled up her cheeks. Her answer was once slightly audible. “That will be a cheerful finishing, certainly. ” He recoiled. after which made himself snigger, notwithstanding the sound burned his throat.

Olivia Johnson used to be devoted, selfless, and possessed of any variety of not likely abilities: Shorthand. Typing. arithmetic. She used to be a prior grasp of etiquette, a good hand at making plans dinner events (with a specific expertise for the layout of floral centerpieces), and an irreproachable supervisor of complicated correspondence. He snorted. probably his housekeeper used to be older than she seemed. or even hypnotism additionally numbered between her abilities, and the viscountess had written this letter in an obedient daze. “Jones, inform me—” Alastair glanced up and located his butler beaming at him.

How may perhaps she rebuff me? ” His smile used to be a grim cut back throughout his positive aspects. He paused for an extended second, seeming to appear inward. “Her father got here to me,” he stated finally. “He had spotted my curiosity in her. I knew if I proven his suspicions, he may take a few degree to take away Fellowes from the image. yet I informed him the reality. i wanted to marry her. ” She guessed the place the tale used to be heading now. eventually, she started to comprehend his spouse. He blew out a breath. “I can purely think what photograph you drew from these letters.

I’m doing you a prefer, actually. ” He rose, and she or he rapidly go well with. As he walked round the table, he stored his eyes on her face, for there constantly looked to be anything new to determine in it. And it gratified him to a baffling measure while he noticed the fitting second she learned he used to be strolling towards her. one other guy could have ignored the fractional widening of her eyes. yet no longer he. He observed what others may pass over. He observed her. not anyone, despite the fact that, could have ignored the short hop she took clear of him. “Must I continuously go out during this demeanour?

The place had that come from? He, too, appeared surprised. He gawped at her for a protracted, silent second. Then he pivoted away. “No—wait! ” That bad e-book! She all started round the chiffonier—checked while she heard him free a roar—more leonine than dogs, to be fair—and then got here a very good, thunderous crash. He swung again into view. “Your books,” he acknowledged with a savage grin, “have noticeable greater days. ” He had toppled the bookcase. “You boor! You—” She hauled jointly the newspapers and carried them in an exceptional armful towards the sitting-room fire.

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