Addicted To The Duke
The Imperfect Lords series is exactly as it sounds. Heroes who are not perfect, but perfect for their heroines. Imperfections aside, they are extremely loveable.
So what is Addicted To The Duke about?
Addicted to the Duke is the story of Alexander Sylvester Bracken, Duke of Bedford who is a man driven by his thirst for revenge. Kept as a slave by a Turkish slaver, turned into an opium addict, he is a wounded soul with demons chasing him. He thinks that killing his enemy will give him the peace he craves.
Lady Hestia Cary is in need of a hero to help save her father, who is lost in the Greek Islands. She can think of no one better than the man she hero worships, the Duke of Bracken. Alex saved her from a Turkish slaver when she was sixteen and he knows the Mediterranean better than any man. She is thrilled when he agrees to find her father hoping that on board ship she can show him how perfect they are for each other. Only her hopes are dashed when she learns Alex is more interested in revenge than finding love. Or is he?
Here is what the advanced readers are saying….
The story that follows is intense, there is action, adventure, steamy love scenes, betrayals, a hero with demons to fight, great secondary characters, pirates and finally a very hard earned HEA.
A perfect example of a historical romance taking you on a journey and leaving you breathless.
What a great start to what looks to be an enthralling series. This story is jam packed with action, adventure, and romance. Hestia and Alex were two very intriguing characters.
This is an epic drama of love, lies, self-control, suspense, surprises and secrets.
I read “Addicted to the Duke” in one day. I couldn’t put it down. I was glued to the pages of Alex and Hestia’s story, from the first page to the last. A must read Historical Romance. I can’t wait to read the book 2 in the “Imperfect Lords” series, they are certainly going to be, imperfect, flawed but oh so lovable.
Some fun facts about the book.
- A friend asked to use my computer and it was open on a page about opium withdrawal symptoms, which raised a few eyebrows.
- I had to research the likelihood of shark attacks in the Greek islands and found there is a shark attack register that goes back to the early 1800’s and that there was a fatal attack near the island of Corfu around the time my book is set. A nineteen-year-old British soldier was attacked and killed.
- I got the idea for this book from an old Tom Selleck movie called High Road to China. Have you seen it? I loved the movie.
Here’s a teaser for you….
As with the rest of his life, Alex discovered that his willpower was sadly lacking when, just after one in the morning, he found himself in front of Hestia’s cabin door.
Torn by indecision, he leaned his forehead on the door and warred with himself.
There was a high probability that he would die in the coming days, so God, and David, could damn his soul to hell, but he wanted one night with Hestia, in his bed, where he was not in dreamland. He wanted a clear head to perfectly remember her touch. Her taste. Her scent. Her loving . . .
To remember that for one magical night she was his.
Selfishness, thy name is Alexander.
He quietly slipped inside, closing the door behind him. He leaned back against the hard wood, warmth spreading through his chest because Hestia was standing beside the porthole, her thin linen nightgown completely transparent. It took his breath away.
She turned to him. “Some prayers do get answered. I prayed you’d come.”
He crossed the room in two long strides, his arms reaching for her and pulling her tight against his chest as his lips found the bounty he’d been dying to taste all evening. Her soft lips moved under his, and when they parted to give him entrance, his knees almost buckled.
The kiss was hard, possessive, showing her that she belonged to him. Only him.
Finally she tore her mouth from his.
“You must have known I’d never choose David.”
His heart took flight. “And here I thought you were an intelligent girl.”
“Then why are you here?”
He bent down and tenderly kissed her lips. “I can’t run anymore. I’m so sick of denying my need for you.” He grimaced, not believing how easily he’d folded. The future, and the world beyond finding her father, beyond seeking his vengeance, dissolved, along with his resistance. Years of resistance, wasted years.
To deny his attraction for her had been futile from the start. The power she had over him was frightening. He belonged to this girl, body and soul, and he knew it. He could no longer refute his turbulent need for her.
And thank God, for whatever reasons, regardless of his continued remoteness and cold treatment of her, she’d chosen him. His whole body was trembling, he’d never experienced such driving need, he was only just holding on, one minute more and he’d devour her. He swallowed hard.
“You know I will still go after Murad. This night, and our wedding, will not change that.”