EARLY ACCESS EXCLUSIVE: Everly Sisters Duology Series
EARLY ACCESS EXCLUSIVE: Everly Sisters Duology Series
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✅ Worst Duke Ever
✅ Best Duke Ever
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“I loved it!"
"I really liked Seraphina too. She was bold and brave. She just wanted to save her family. You wanted to cheer for her to win the day.”
"He was very sensual, so he was ON POINT."
"I loved the description of the 'man sprawl.'"
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Worst Duke Ever
Facing scandal, Seraphina has to save her family by throwing herself at the mercy of duke who has the reputation of a...well, of the devil. But when they agree to a marriage of a convenience and love sparks, the stakes can't get any higher.
Best Duke Ever
Impulsively, Lenora asserts her independence at just the right time with just the right person. Her best friend. Who, unbeknownst to her, has been in love with her forever. His passion is impossible not to notice, especially when he gives her a lesson in kissing that will change the trajectory of her life forever.
Read this lightning fast series if you like witty batter and (some) outlandish shenanigans. Standalone steamy historical romance reads with a guaranteed HEA.
The Everly Sisters
- Worst Duke Ever
- Best Duke Ever
Chapter One Look Inside
Chapter One Look Inside
“Let me get this straight. You want me to just erase your father’s debt?” Pause. “All of it?”
Seraphina imagined that he had horns sprouting from his head and a pitchfork in his hands as she stared back at the evil man reciting her offer back to her. As if she hadn’t memorized it verbatim over the past couple of days.
Of course he then had to lean back in his seat and widen his legs so that his knees were practically touching the arms of the chair as he spoke. Men. Yet why did that pose look so inviting? A ribbon of nerves traversed up her spine. It was a crime against women that evil could look so delicious.
For all the times she had warned her younger sister, Lenora to stay away from this man, wasn’t it just the cruelest of fates that she had snuck into his house and was pleading with him now?
“Wait. Are you scoffing at me?” Sans pitchfork, he rubbed his hand over his bottom lip. “I’m not sure you’re in any position to look at me like that.”
“What? With disgust?” She tipped her chin at him, aiming for defiance. Hoping for courage. Settling for impudence.
His deep rumble of a chuckle sent another chill up her spine as she waited him out.
“Disgust. Curiosity. Desire. All of the above.” He hardly lifted his fingers off of his thick thighs as he listed the emotions. Like any more movement wasn’t worth his effort.
“What you’re seeing is most certainly disgust.” Too much a lady to actually snarl at him, she permitted only the smallest of derisive curls in her lips.
He lifted his brow at her, another lazy gesture. But it was enough to cast self doubt on what she might be projecting. She needed to reign it in. He might be the most handsome man that she had ever laid eyes on, but he was also the most wicked.
She was here for one reason, and one reason alone. Her family was facing ruination, and this was the only man that could save them. Immediately, that is. She had other plans if he would just agree to her current offer. Right now she just needed some security.
But of course that was just wishful thinking. Like a child’s hopes for their favorite toy at Christmas. Like a daughter’s hope that her father could just provide a home for them. And possibly some food. Foolishness. All of it.
Especially considering this was the man who had single handedly destroyed the Montrose importing and exporting company (owned by his best friend’s family) by buying them out and then letting it rot. Not to mention that this was the same man who had incurred the wrath of the Duke of Winthorpe by stealing by betrothed in an absolute scandal, only to leave her unwed.
The man was more heartless than she thought they could come.
“You think you can waltz into my house in the middle of the night and that I’ll just erase all of his debt because” —his index finger bobbed up, pointing at her— “you have a pretty face?”
Heat rushed through her body. Up her legs, pooling at the juncture of her thighs. That comment was unexpected, and she had no reply prepared.
“I’m asking you as a gentleman. As a man of hon—”
“I think we both know that you shouldn’t appeal to my honor, darling.” Ugh. That word. That last word just had to go and wrap around her wrist, entwine itself up her arm, and wrangle itself around her heart. Despite its meaninglessness from him.
From him, it was an empty word. A word he could just throw out there thinking it held the weight of a puff of air when to her it held the weight and heat of the sun.
Her teeth ground together. “Don’t call me that.”
“What?” He smirked. “Darling?” The way his lips curled and teased her was beyond reproach. But even before she came here, she had known that he would be this way. His reputation was far too illustrious.
So she also knew that there was no point in picking this battle. She had a full fledged war to fight. Ignoring his taunt, she continued in the previous vein of appeal. “I’m asking you as a gentleman. As a duke, as a man of means. You don’t need his money. Exonerate him of the debt. It was a foolish mistake. One night—”
At that, suddenly, Sebastian Blackwood, Duke of Ravenshire, stood up in all his manly glory, causing Seraphina to fall back a step. She hadn’t mean to do that. She had meant to hold her ground.
His eyes traced down her body, but she couldn’t read his expression. Instead, she observed his graceful movements as his feet padded over to the sideboard where he poured himself a drink. Lifting his cup, he offered it to her.
It was impossible to decipher him. Could this be as innocent a gesture as a host offering a drink? Doubtful. But if not, then what was his angle? Was he taunting her again? Peacocking his manhood and liquor-drinking abilities. That seemed ridiculous. And peacocking wasn’t really his style. He was more like a mosquito. For the most part quiet. Bloodsucking.
Forget it. Really, what was there to decipher? The man was evil incarnate. He ran discreet gaming nights that flipped estates with a handshake and an internal sob. And he didn’t give two bobs for anyone. Especially not an upstanding earl who had, in a moment of heartbrokenness, lost all that he owned. As if the present loss of his wife, Seraphina’s mother, wasn’t devastating enough.
“Take the drink, Seraphina.” One step closer. He was only one step closer, but already the air was thick and she nearly choked on her next inhale. She willed the tremble out of her hands as she reached up for the glass. It behooved her to avoid staring directly into his beauty.
“Now,” he took a sip before handing it to her, “there is a reputation I have to maintain. I can’t just dissolve the debt for every pretty face that pleads their case.”
Pretty. That was the second time he said it about her. It must be his way of diminishing her. She wanted to focus on that word, but his intonation of have to caught her attention instead. Something about the way he announced the obligation to his reputation didn’t ring true. Perhaps that was her bargaining chip right there.
She needed a way in. It was naive to think that a simple request of mercy would be granted. No, the devil incarnate needed a far more persuasive reason to eradicate her father’s debt, and perhaps—by some stroke of divine luck—she had just stumbled upon it.
“But,” he wrapped his hands around hers, together lifting the glass to his lips, and took a sip, “I may be swayed by certain offers.”
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