Dearest Sister,

I have some unusual tidings to impart. Some that might even shock you.

Do you remember His Grace, the Duke of Waking? Well, he has decided to pursue a young lady of good birth and fair countenance. The shocking part? She doesn’t know he is a duke. In fact, she believes him to be a mere baronet. He refuses to reveal his identity until she has fallen in love with him rather than his title.

I wouldn’t believe it except I have witnessed his treachery with my own two eyes. He, a lofty duke, has resorted to all manners of misconduct to gain her favor and I fear I have delighted in witnessing his endeavors. Sometimes, I even lend him my aide by furthering the falsehood.

I should feel guilt over my actions, but I simply cannot. He means well and has the most honorable of intentions. I do believe His Grace will succeed if only he can hide his identity. And if he should fail… Well, I cannot even countenance the thought because, dearest sister, I do believe he is half-way in love with this girl already.

I shall write to you soon to abate your curiosity. Till then, I wish you well.

Forever yours,


To Dodge a Duke

When a duke gets a chance to pursue a lady as someone else, he would be a fool not to take it.

Logan Eastworth, the Tenth Duke of Waking, returns to England to find a woman to marry. When Miss Eleanor Ashford assumes he holds the title of baronet, he does not correct her error. Instead, he plays on her misconception and arranges a house party where he can make her fall for him and not his title.

Miss Ashford desires a marriage of convenience to an earl or higher. Not to some low-life baronet with an estate in the far reaches of England. She has no time for love, even if the green-eyed baronet with a charming smile tries to convince her otherwise.

Miss Ashford has a choice to make. To wed a duke or the baronet setting her heart aflame. Her choice might not be as simple as she believes.

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Logan smirked and stood to tower over her. “I think you welcomed my advances very much. I would prove it if you ask.”

Eleanor glared at him and took a step back. “That is unnecessary. I already know I did not appreciate the first example.” Besides, even if she had enjoyed it, it would be inadvisable for her to allow another kiss to transpire. His smirk remained glued to his handsome face, and she said, “Oh, stop it. You think much too highly of yourself.”

He chuckled in response and took a step closer. Eleanor, naturally, took another step back until he reached out and pulled her to him in a rough embrace. Incensed, Eleanor asked, “Who do you think you are? There is never an acceptable time for you to behave so impudently toward me!”

His arm imprisoned her as he smiled down on her. “Isn’t there? Would it have been preferable to fall into the ravine?”

She swung her head around to find they stood mere steps from the rushing waters. She gulped and turned to face him. Obviously, it was best to stay away from the ravine, but she would not concede his point. “Yes. It would have been much more desirable.”