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I’m delighted to offer Chapter One of Never Kiss a Duke, the first book in the Hazards of Dukes series. Never Kiss a Duke will be released January 28!

Everything Sebastian had ever known was a lie.

“You’re saying I’m no longer the duke. That I am
illegitimate. Do I have that right?” Sebastian Dutton, the Duke of Hasford,
spoke in a clipped, sharp tone. A tone he normally reserved for one of his dogs
caught gnawing on a shoe.

This was much bigger than footwear.

Sebastian sat across from the solicitor’s desk, his cousin
Thaddeus Dutton, the Earl of Kempthorne, sitting beside him. Unlike Sebastian,
Thaddeus looked as though he’d been up for hours—crisp, alert, and attentive.
Likely he had; Thaddeus took his duties in service to Her Majesty very
seriously. He had wanted to join the army since he and Sebastian had first
played tin soldiers together.

The solicitor visibly swallowed before he replied to
Sebastian’s terse statement.

“Yes. You do not have claim to being the Duke of Hasford.”

He heard Thaddeus emit a gasp, which was the most demonstrative
Thaddeus ever got—his gasp was equal to another person’s dead faint.

Sebastian had gotten up at a ridiculous time to attend
this appointment—normally he would have sent his secretary, but the note from
the solicitor’s office had strongly emphasized he should attend in person. So
he’d roused himself before noon, grouchily drank his coffee, and tried to look
somewhat awake as he approached the address indicated on the note.

The cousins were both tall, but there the resemblance
ended; where Sebastian was fair haired and lean, with an easy smile and an even
easier charm, Thaddeus was dark, from his hair to his eyes to his rigorous
sense of right and wrong.

They were opposites, and the best of friends. Dubbed the
Angel and the Devil by their friends and family, though there were disputes as
to which was which. In appearance, Thaddeus was devilish, but it was Sebastian’s
attitude toward life that earned him the sobriquet.

You do not have claim to being the Duke of
Hasford.

Had the floor dropped out from under him, or was that just
how he felt? For the first time, he knew no amount of personal magnetism or
supreme confidence would rescue him from the situation.

“So who am I?” Sebastian asked. His words were spoken
through a clenched jaw.

“Mr. de Silva,” the solicitor replied.

Mr. de Silva, the illegitimate son of a
duke. “My mother’s name.”

“Yes,” the solicitor confirmed. “Your mother and your
father were not legitimately married, because British law states that a man may
not marry the sister of his widow. And your mother was the late duchess’s
sister, not her cousin, as she’d told your father.” The man cleared his throat.
“It’s all detailed in the letters she wrote aboard ship.”

“Of course she lied,” Sebastian said bitterly. He’d always
known his mother to be a scheming, heartless creature; her treatment of Ana Maria, his older half sister, proved that. He hadn’t
known she’d also been a liar.

At least she was consistent in her behavior, he thought
humorlessly.

He leaned forward to look at the proof, the seemingly
innocuous papers that lay on the solicitor’s desk. Yellow, faded, and ragged
around the edges, they were proof positive that Sebastian’s parents’ marriage
was illegal. He recognized his mother’s handwriting. And her duplicity.

“Where did these come from?” Sebastian demanded. He couldn’t
succumb to the dark hole that was threatening to engulf him. He had to keep
asking questions, to find out what happened so he could understand. If it was
possible to make sense of it at all.

The solicitor placed his hands flat on his desk, spreading
his fingers wide. “They were found in the duchess’s vault box. That is, your
late mother.” Since she wasn’t actually the duchess. “Letters she wrote, but
apparently never mailed. We discovered them after the accident.”

The carriage accident that took both his parents’ lives.

“But that was over six months ago,” Thaddeus pointed out. “How
is it that these are just coming to light now?”

“It takes time to review all the paperwork after such an
event,” the solicitor said in a defensive tone. “And we needed to translate the
letters,” he added.

“Why would your mother lie?” Thaddeus said, turning his
intense stare toward Sebastian. “There was no practical reason to hide the
relationship.”

Thaddeus, ever practical. Always searching for the reason
in things. Whereas Sebastian never searched, things just arrived. Like his
title, wealth, standing in society, women, and friends.

It was astonishing how quickly one’s entire world could be
upended. All in the time it took for the solicitor to explain how Sebastian’s
mother’s letters detailed every last subterfuge.

“My mother was ambitious,” Sebastian replied. Unable to
keep the animosity from his tone. “She probably persuaded the late duchess that
there was some reason to keep their relationship a secret—maybe it would have
reflected badly on the family for a sister to act as a companion.” He shrugged,
as though it didn’t matter. Of course it mattered. “The point is that I am not
the duke.” He raked his hands through his hair, anger coursing through his
veins.

The position he’d been trained for since he had been born
was not his. The estates, the responsibility, the money, the title, the
position—all of it gone.

“Who is?” Thaddeus asked.

Sebastian raised one wry eyebrow as he waited for Thaddeus
to figure it out. And supplied the information when it seemed his normally
sharp cousin was not processing it. “You’re the Duke of Hasford now, Thad.”

Sebastian didn’t think he had ever seen Thaddeus surprised
before. The man was confoundingly strategic, always plotting his next move,
anticipating events long before anybody else involved had thought of them. It
was what had made him invaluable when they were growing up together—Sebastian
usually thought up the mischief, Thaddeus planned out the event, and their
friend Nash was there to quash any trouble.

But now Thaddeus looked as though he’d been hit in the
head with a heavy object. Or a dukedom.

“That’s not—I mean,” Thad sputtered.

If Sebastian were feeling more inclined, he’d have to
laugh at his cousin’s expression and inability to speak in a complete sentence.
But he was not inclined. He was furious. With his mother, with his feckless,
foolish father, with his own expectations.

“It is.” He tapped the papers in front of them. “This
proves it.” He leaned back, folding his arms over his chest. “And I am plain
Mr. de Silva.”

His fury changed to fierce protectiveness as he thought of
his half sister, at home without any clue of what was happening. “You’ll take
care of Ana Maria, of course.” He knew Thaddeus would have no thought of doing
otherwise, but he needed to say it, to retain some measure of agency.

“Of course,” Thaddeus said. “But what if I don’t want to
be the duke?” Thaddeus asked, directing his question to the solicitor. “Can’t
we just pretend we’ve never seen these documents? That things are as we always
thought?”

Thaddeus was the only person of Sebastian’s acquaintance
who had never been envious of Sebastian’s position, either as a duke’s heir or
as the duke himself. Which was why he seemed to have forgotten he was Sebastian’s
heir. Thaddeus had been actively relieved that he was able to serve in the army,
serving Her Majesty rather than his own pleasure.

Whereas Sebastian believed that serving his own pleasure
meant that those who relied on him would also benefit. That belief applied
mostly to the ladies he pleasured, but he took pains to ensure that his staff
and tenants were also taken care of properly.

He was privileged, he knew that, but he used his charm and
influence so that everyone would like and appreciate him rather than resent
him.

Sebastian was shaking his head before his cousin had
finished speaking. “You can’t refuse it, Thad. That’s the whole point of
primogeniture and such. And it would be wrong. It would be a lie. You know
that.”

Thaddeus’s eyes widened. “Primogeniture? Since when do you
have such an extensive vocabulary?”

Sebastian shrugged. “Since I might have to do
something rather than just be something.” It was a return
to his normal insouciant self, but it rang hollow.

Thaddeus’s expression drew grim.

“You know, it’s not the worst thing in the world to be
told you’re actually a duke,” Sebastian pointed out drily. Thaddeus glared at
him, then folded his arms over his chest.

Poor sad duke.

“So what happens now?” Sebastian asked, directing his
question to the solicitor.

The man cleared his throat again, looking unhappy. Have you also been told everything you thought you were is wrong?
Sebastian thought. I don’t think so. So stop making that expression.

“Well, the Duke of Hasford—that is—” and he gestured
toward Thaddeus “—will assume the position immediately. That will include the
estates, the ducal holdings, and everything inherited from the late duke.”

Everything, in other words. Sebastian didn’t have anything
of his own, anything that belonged to—what was his name now?—Sebastian de
Silva. His mother’s last name. The only thing she had been able to leave him,
despite her machinations.

The yawning blank of his future widened in front of him.
No money beyond what he had on hand. Likely that belonged to Thad, as well. No
path forward. No privilege.

“I can’t take care of everything right away,” Thaddeus
said, obviously trying to keep his tone measured. And failing spectacularly. “I
command a regiment, it will take time to extricate myself.” He sounded
desperate. “You can continue for the time being, can’t you?” he asked
Sebastian.

The solicitor’s lips pursed. “That—” he began, before
Sebastian interrupted.

“No, Thad.” He spoke in a decisive tone. “Much as I would
love to help you out by overseeing one of the wealthiest titles in England,” he
said understatedly, “I cannot.” He pointed at the documents. “Those say I
cannot. What would it look like if you refused to do your duty? Even for a
short time?” He shook his head as he leaned forward. “It would be devastating.
The one thing I know in this world is that the Duke of Hasford has
responsibilities to the title, to the land, to the tenants and workers, to the
country. I’ve been indoctrinated with that duty since I was born. I cannot
betray it.” He spoke with the ferocity he normally reserved for flattering a
particularly beautiful woman.

Thaddeus clamped his mouth shut, and Sebastian saw a
muscle tic in his jaw. That’s when he knew Thad wouldn’t argue. It was his
tell, and Sebastian had taken advantage of it over many card games. But this
was one situation where Thad had the winning hand—even though he did not want
it.

Sebastian slid the documents back toward the solicitor as
he rose out of his chair. Feeling his jaw clench. “I will leave you and the
Duke of Hasford to continue your discussion. I presume there is nothing
further?” His tone made it clear it would be a presumption if there was.

The solicitor shook his head. “Thank you for coming,
Your—that is, Mr. de Silva.”

He suppressed a wince at his name. He’d have to grow
accustomed to it.

He addressed Thad, noting his cousin’s severe expression.
Once again, the cousins were in perfect agreement. “I’ll vacate the town house
as soon as possible, Your Grace. I was planning to launch Ana Maria into
Society, so you’ll have to take that over. She deserves it.”

Whatever happened, at least he knew Ana Maria would be
secure. Even if she was also devastated by the turn of events. “I will be
available to answer any questions you have regarding the estate management and
the tenants and such.”

“Seb, you don’t have to go right away.” Thaddeus looked
even grimmer. “This is a lot to absorb, and we’ll both need some time to
adjust.”

Sebastian bit back whatever angry words he wanted to
say—it wasn’t Thad’s fault that Seb’s mother had lied. Thad didn’t want the
title just as much as Seb did. “I’ll find somewhere else to go. You’ll have to
decide if you want to keep the staff. My valet, Hodgkins,
will take this hard. If you don’t have anyone yet for that position, I’d
recommend keeping him on.”

The change didn’t just mean change for him—it would alter
his entire household. His valet, his secretary, the butler, the housekeeper. He
had spent six months learning about these people now that he was their master,
working with them, assuring them that he was not his careless father. And
definitely not his demanding mother. Something he had been thwarted in doing
until he had assumed the title. But now the title wasn’t his, after all.

He wanted to punch something, someone, but that wouldn’t
do anything but make his knuckles sore.

“Of course. You can trust me to do what’s right.”

Sebastian wished he were calm enough to sit back down and
review the details of the staff with Thaddeus, try to persuade him to give all
of them a chance, even though Thad was rightfully proud of his ability to make
a quick, decisive decision. And even though some of the staff was still a work
in progress—progress Sebastian had been making, with Ana Maria’s guidance.

But he couldn’t spend another minute here, not without
unleashing his anger, and nobody here deserved that.

“I’ll see you later, cousin.”

He spun on his heel and walked out of the solicitor’s office, ignoring Thaddeus calling his name, nodding at the clerks who were working outside. Maintaining his ducal facade even as his world was crumbling around him.

Hours later, Sebastian was exhausted, hungry, and thirsty.
He’d spent the time since leaving the solicitor’s office pacing through the
streets of London, his mind obsessively churning the information over and over
again, as though that would change the outcome. Finally, unable to walk any
longer, he returned home. As though home was his home.

He didn’t have a home anymore. He didn’t own anything
anymore.

He wasn’t who he’d thought he was anymore.

He’d never truly appreciated the Duke of Hasford’s town house
until it wasn’t his any longer, but as he approached the house he viewed it as
others did; the most opulent house on the street, it had over two dozen windows
in the front alone, enormous pillars serving no apparent purpose beyond
declaring that the owner of the house had so much money he could spend it on
useless pieces of marble.

It was elegant and extravagant and shameless.

Rather like him, he thought remorsefully. And like the
pillars, he was just as useless. Not even propping up the aristocracy.

“Welcome home, Your Grace.” His butler, Fletchfield, hesitated for the slightest fraction before saying his honorific. Meaning the news had already spread here, at least to his butler. No doubt it had already spread through most of Society; that a duke could be de-duked, as it were, would be a scandal for the ages.

“Thank you, Fletchfield.” Sebastian gave his hat and coat
to the butler. “Whiskey in my office. I’ll be down after I change.”

“Yes, Your . . .” But the butler’s words
were lost as Sebastian sprinted up the stairs to his bedroom, turning the knob
and flinging the door open.

His valet, Hodgkins, was there, treating him as he usually
did. So the news likely hadn’t reached beyond Fletchfield. It would, of course,
and Sebastian wished he could assure them, all of them, that they would be fine
even if he wasn’t, but he couldn’t make that guarantee, even though he knew
Thaddeus would do the right thing. They’d be fearful of losing their positions
no matter what—his mother had terrorized them enough during her tenure.

“I’ll be changing to go out,” he said.

Go out where? a voice asked.

Damned if I know.

He glanced around the room as Hodgkins bustled about,
getting his things. He hadn’t gotten around to redecorating the master bedroom
after his parents died, and everything was done in his mother’s style,
discreetly tasteful colors indicating just how very expensive it was. The only
thing in the room that was truly his was his shaving kit, which his father had
gifted to him on his sixteenth birthday. It was engraved with his initials,
although they weren’t his initials any longer, were they?

But it was his, even if nothing else was.

Soon Sebastian was rigged out in his most ostentatious
clothing—a gold patterned waistcoat, an elegant black necktie, slim trousers,
and a blindingly white shirt—even though he had no place to be. He considered
attending a party or five—there were plenty of invitations, but they were all
addressed to the Duke of Hasford. Not Mr. Sebastian de Silva.

And he knew that the party guests, those of whom liked to
gossip, which meant most of them, would take no time in reminding him he was a
mere mister now.

“Damn it,” he said to himself as he descended the stairs.
He took a quick left into his office, where he spotted the tray with the whiskey
right away. “Thank God,” he murmured, pouring himself a healthy amount. He’d
been spending a lot of time in this room, learning the estate affairs, taking
meetings with the staff. Once he’d inherited the title from his father, it had
felt crucial that he focus on his responsibilities rather than his pleasure.

He could return to pleasure now. But he didn’t want to.
Nor would he have the privilege of doing so—he’d have to . . . work for his living now?

He’d never considered that possibility when he’d
contemplated his future.

The enormity of the change hit him all over again. Nothing
was his. Not his clothing, not this house, not anything. Not even the name he’d
grown up with. He was Mr. Sebastian de Silva now. Nothing more.

He really needed whiskey, even though that wasn’t his
either. He knew, however, that Thaddeus wouldn’t begrudge him a stiff drink.

He held the glass up to his mouth, then frowned as he
spotted the signet ring on his right pinkie.

The signet ring that had belonged to his father, the Duke
of Hasford. That was passed on to all the dukes in succession.

He put the glass back down on the table, yanked the ring
from his finger, and flung it into the corner of the room.

“Your aim is improving.”

Sebastian heard Nash’s voice before he saw him. His friend
was standing in the shadows, as usual, but emerged into the light, holding the
ring, his usual grim smile on his lips.

Nash stood as tall as Sebastian, but where Sebastian was lean and elegant, Nash, the Duke of Malvern, was pure force. He looked more like a stevedore than a duke, and he behaved more like one as well, preferring the company of common men to his literal peers.

He’d grown up with Sebastian and Thaddeus, and the three
had maintained their close friendship through inheritance, the army, romantic
heartbreak, and feckless parents.

“You’ve heard.” Sebastian picked his glass up and drained
it as Nash approached.

He poured a glass, handing it to Nash, who took it and
drank it all down, barely wincing at the burn of the whiskey.

“I did.” Nash held his glass out for more. “I thought that
between you and Thad, you might need me more.”

Sebastian snorted as he poured more liquid into Nash’s
glass. “I’m not certain about that. Thaddeus looked as though someone had
deliberately disorganized his papers when we heard the news.” He glanced
reflexively at the surface of his desk, which was neatly arranged. He hoped his
secretary would meet Thad’s exacting standards.

Nash chuckled. “What are you going to do?”

That was the question of the day, wasn’t it? “I don’t
know.” Sebastian sat down on the sofa, leaning his head back and closing his
eyes. “I need to tell Ana Maria. I need to let the staff know, although I
suspect the news has already reached them. But first I need to—”

“Get drunk,” Nash supplied. “With me at a place where you
won’t run into as many of those condescending pricks.”

“Which condescending pricks?” He waved a hand as Nash
opened his mouth. “Never mind, I know you mean all of them. Tell me how you
really feel,” Sebastian replied drily. He sat up, slapping his hands on his
thighs. “Your idea is a good one, but I can’t get too drunk because I need to
speak with my sister tomorrow.”

Thank goodness Ana Maria was out this evening. He didn’t
remember where she had gone, but there was no danger Ana Maria would get in any
kind of trouble—his half sister was remarkably staid in her behavior, given how
wild her younger half brother was. Or had been, until he’d inherited six months
ago.

“Drunk enough to take the edge off, then,” Nash said. “Miss Ivy’s, I think. It’s new.”

“As long as there is an abundance of whiskey and a paucity
of condescending pricks,” Seb replied.

Coming in October of 2019, The Earl’s Christmas Pearl is the last story in the Duke’s Daughters Series.

A duke’s daughter. An irrestible earl. And an energetic Corgi named Mr. Shorty. What more could you want in a Christmas novella by Megan Frampton?

It’s Christmastime in London, and Lady Pearl Howlett is eagerly ready for the festivities—until her family goes off to their country estate…accidentally leaving her home alone! But she’s not dismayed. Rather, she’s thrilled to do exactly what she wants. Unfortunately, this daughter of a duke doesn’t know how to do anything.

The Earl of Llanover has come to London to take refuge in his godmother’s townhouse, free to be as awkward and grumpy as he wants. With his pet Corgi, Mr. Shorty, for company, Owen Dwyfor is ready for a quiet holiday away from his mother and sisters who would have him married off. That is, until his godmother’s neighbor, Lady Pearl Howlett comes barging in to his solitude.

After some reluctance, the two come together for a joyous—and steamy—Christmas they won’t forget.

Never Kiss a Duke, the first book in the Hazards of Dukes series will be released in February of 2020.

A disinherited duke and a former lady are courting much more than business in the first novel in Megan Frampton’s newest titillating series, Hazards of Dukes.

Everything he had ever known was a lie…

Sebastian, Duke of Hasford, has a title, wealth, privilege, and plenty of rakish charm. Until he discovers the only thing that truly belongs to him is his charm. An accident of birth has turned him into plain Mr. de Silva. Now, Sebastian is flummoxed as to what to do with his life—until he stumbles into a gambling den owned by Miss Ivy, a most fascinating young lady, who hires him on the spot. Working with a boss has never seemed so enticing.

Everything tells her he’s a risk she has to take

Two years ago, Ivy gambled everything that was precious to her—and won. Now the owner of London’s most intriguing gambling house, Ivy is competent, assured, and measured. Until she meets Mr. de Silva, who stirs feelings she didn’t realize she had. Can she keep her composure around her newest employee?

They vow to keep their partnership strictly business, but just one kiss makes them realize that with each passing day—and night—it becomes clear to them both that there’s nothing as tempting as what is forbidden…

Hello! I am delighted to present Never a Bride, the fourth book in the Duke’s Daughters series. Never a Bride comes out on Tuesday; here’s what it’s about:

The next thrilling installment in Megan Frampton’s scintillating A Duke’s Daughters series.

She’s a deliciously scandalous woman who is no man’s bride…

He’s a black sheep, forced to return home.

Together, they enter a make-believe betrothal that shocks London society…

After twelve years in Her Majesty’s Navy, Griffith Davies must leave his sea-going life of outrageous freedom behind, forced to rejoin London society as the heir to the Duke of Northam. But though he is now shackled to the land, he has no desire to wed some innocently dull young thing.  Who best to shield him from the matchmakers than a woman as notorious as he?

Lady Della Howlett’s reputation was tattered years ago, so entering into a false engagement with Griffith is hardly going to make matters worse. What’s one more shock to the ton to set their tongues wagging? And this pact certainly has its pleasures; the passion Griffith commands in her goes well beyond their agreement. Could her feelings might be more honorable than she’d first imagined?

Soon, Griffith and Della are arousing more than scandal, they’re courting heartbreak.  And more than their reputations could still be at risk.

In more news, I’m writing a novella to finish off the Duke’s Daughters–The Earl’s Christmas Pearl will be Pearl’s book, and it will come out in October of this year.

As always, thanks for reading!

Megan

Hi everyone! The Lady is Daring will be released tomorrow, but you can read an excerpt now over at USA Today.  The book will be available from online retailers as well as Walmart, Barnes&Noble, and some other regional bookstores.

Here’s the blurb:

Five well-bred sisters, one sensational scandal. Now the Duke of Marymount’s daughter Ida is about to find love in the most unconventional way . . .

It was easy for society to overlook Lady Ida Howlett; they found her bookish, opinionated, and off the marriage mart. But little did they know that behind a calm exterior beats the heart of an adventuress, one who, determined to discover her runaway sister’s whereabouts, steals a carriage and sets off on a daring mission. Then she discovers she’s not alone! Bennett, Lord Carson, is inside, and he refuses to leave.

Lord Carson’s plans had always been to find a soft, gentle wife who would run his home and raise his children. Still, he makes a bargain with Ida—he won’t desert her during her mad adventure. He’ll make sure she’s safe, and then find a suitable lady to fall in love with. But when rules (and garments) become discarded during this long, intimate journey, it’s soon clear that this surprisingly daring lady is the woman he’s needed all along.

Meanwhile, I have just submitted the final edits for Never a Bride, Della’s story. Never a Bride will be released at the end of April 2019.

And! New news is that I am writing a holiday novella featuring the last of the Duke’s Daughters, Pearl. That novella will be out sometime in the fall of 2019.

Thanks for stopping by!

Hey everyone! I wanted to let you know that Lady Be Bad, the first book in the Duke’s Daughters series, is downpriced to $1.99 for digital for a limited time.

Also I would be remiss if I did not mention that the third book in the series, The Lady is Daring, will be released at the end of September.

…And that’s about it! I am working on two deadlines, both happening Friday, but I wanted to pop in here and say WOOT! Lady Be Reckless is out now!

Huzzah! Lady Be Reckless, the second book in the Duke’s Daughters series, will be released at the end of the month (February 27, to be exact).

Kirkus gave it a starred review, saying: “In this second installment of The Duke’s Daughters, Frampton continues one of the most exciting series currently being published in Regency romance. In addition to writing steamy love scenes, she takes a chance in introducing Olivia as a less-than-likable heroine and allowing her unusual romance to founder and grow throughout the book.” Publishers Weekly says, “Frampton’s second Victorian-era Duke’s Daughters novel (after Lady Be Bad) sparkles with wit.”

Here’s the blurb:

The Duke’s five daughters have beauty, breeding, and impeccable reputations. Or at least, they did. Now that two have chosen to follow their hearts, can the others be far behind?

Lady Olivia refuses to repeat her siblings’ scandalous mistakes. Instead, she will marry the lord rejected by her sister and help with his good works. When he resists, Olivia forms another plan: win his lordship’s admiration by helping his illegitimate best friend find a bride. How difficult can it be to transform the rakish Edward Wolcott into a gentleman? To ignore his virile good looks? To not kiss him in a moment of impulsive madness? Apparently, very difficult indeed.

Edward Wolcott promised his ailing father he would marry well, and it appears Lady Olivia wishes to assist him. The sparkling firebrand intends to smooth his way through London’s ballrooms, parlors, and eligible ladies, while all Edward’s thoughts suddenly revolve around bedrooms . . . and Lady Olivia herself.  Only a scoundrel would seduce the duke’s most dutiful daughter. And only a truly reckless lady would risk everything to be in his arms . . .

Thanks to everyone who picked up Lady Be Bad, the first book in the Duke’s Daughters series. Amazon named it one of the Best Romance books of the month, and Kirkus says it “is as entertaining and spicy as her earlier romances. Yay!

Later this month, A Christmas to Remember will be released, including novellas by Lisa Kleypas, Lorraine Heath, Vivienne Lorret, and ME! No Groom at the Inn is my contribution, so if you didn’t pick it up before (all the novellas in this anthology were previously released), now’s your chance to get it–along with three other holiday stories.

The second book in the Duke’s Daughters series, Lady Be Reckless, is out in February 2018. I LURVE this cover so much!

I’m currently writing the third book in the series that I am (tentatively) calling Lady Be Daring. Its heroine is Ida, the most difficult of the Duke’s Daughters. Her hero is…well, I want to leave you guessing about that, since he’s someone you know from earlier books.

Here’s the cover for the First Book book in The Duke’s Daughters series, Lady Be Bad.

Lady Be Bad will be released July 25, 2017. Here’s the Blurb:

Once upon a time, a duke had five daughters who never made a stir. They practiced their French, their pianoforte, and their dancing…until one ran off with the dancing instructor, and the rest were left to face the scandal.

Lady Eleanor, the Duke of Marymount’s eldest daughter, knows the burden is hers: she must marry well to restore the family name. So a loveless match is made and her fate is set. But then Eleanor meets her intended’s rakish younger brother. With his tawny hair, green eyes, and scandalous behavior, Lord Alexander Raybourn makes her want to be very bad indeed.

With his very honorable sibling too busy saving the world to woo Eleanor, Alexander is tasked with finding out her likes and dislikes for his elder brother. But the more time he spends with the secretly naughty Eleanor, helping her tick off all the things on her good list for being bad, the more he knows what they want, and need, is each other.

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Megan