Series: All The Dukes Sins #2
Genre: Historical Romance
Publisher: Berkley Romance
Release Date: May 24, 2022
Welcome to the Desperately Seeking A Duchess Book Tour! You'll find the synopsis and an Excerpt below my review. I can tell you that this is a stunning follow up to book one and I highly recommend it.
5 Delicious Hearts
Special thanks to Berkley for an arc of this book.
What happens when an impoverished duke with a reputation for being a rogue collides with a strong-willed heiress who wants to explore the world? An unlikely friendship...and unexpected passion.
Review:
Desperately Seeking A Duchess is the stunning follow up to Along Came A Lady from the All The Dukes Sins Series. If you're a fan of heart touching historical romance, this series is for you. Caldwell has once again shown her expertise in writing a story that will warm your heart while making you laugh out loud. Readers, plan on swooning over our reluctant hero Courtland and cheering on our defiant heroine Cailin as they butt heads while guarding their hearts.
Cailin Audley, the illegitimate daughter of the Duke of Bentley, has joined his family and as such is expected to learn the ways of a proper lady and flourish in the Polite Society which she finds just plain silly. Frankly, she's baffled by all the rules and regulations that burden women in this man's world. What's proper, what's not. The very idea that a lady meeting a man alone is scandalous and can ruin ones reputation for life is just preposterous. Cailin comes from a working class background and is used to making her own decisions. She's a smart, intelligent, strong headed woman who neither needs nor wants a man making decisions for her. Get married? Never!
Courtland Balfour, Duke of James, is a reluctant hero who inherited the title of Duke and the role of head of household from his late father who left the family coffers empty and in ruins. Courtland has assumed the role of protector of his twin brother and young sisters and as such he guards them from the knowledge that he's in danger of being thrown into debtor's prison. He'll do everything in his power to avoid this disaster and secure his sisters place in the Polite Society. Unfortunately, it's looking more and more like that means marrying a rich duchess to gain access to her money which grates against everything Courtland believes in. He may be a rogue, but he has principles that don't include being a fortune hunter. The idea of having to marry one of societies silly, nincompoops to gain her fortune gives him the hives.
There's no way readers won't fall in love with Caitlin as she fumbles and bumbles her way through this story like a bull in a china shop leaving rules shattered while shocked bystanders with their tongues wagging fall along the wayside. The same goes for Courtland - a handsome, caring man of honor who sets aside his own desires to provide for his siblings. When these two meet, bells start ringing and the air is electrified with heat and sexual desire. Caitlin loves that Courtland doesn't treat her as a misfit, but seems to like her brutal honesty and boldness. Courtland finds Caitlin's openness refreshing, and he's as attracted to her mind as he is to her body . . . well, almost as much.
Desperately Seeking A Duchess is an unique, heart warming, sometimes hilarious story driven by the interaction between Courtland and Caitlin. Rest assured that a super support cast rounds out the story while literally goading these two characters on. Ellie, Courtland's youngest sister, is one of my favorites - an especially endearing and funny addition to the cast. Caldwell has a special talent for gifting readers well-developed and likable characters that earn their spot in the cast. Her talent for drafting plot lines that go a step beyond the ordinary is nothing short of brilliant. Desperately Seeking A Duchess is everything I look for in a great historical romance plus more. Highly recommended to fans of historical romance, romance and even rom-coms. This one has it all.
Synopsis:
Cailin Audley doesn't fit in with Polite Society. A life spent among the working class taught her to value her independence in a way no newfound fortune or glittering ballroom could ever erase. When a major misstep sees the new heiress whisked away to the English countryside, Cailin soon realizes the vexing lengths her family will go to see her settled. But having risked her heart once before, Cailin has no interest in the men of the ton--especially not the frustratingly charming Duke of St. James.
Courtland Balfour, the Duke of St. James, devoted brother and notorious rogue, despises what he must become--a fortune hunter. But with the ducal coffers drained by his late, spendthrift of a father, Courtland knows his duty lies at the altar and he will do anything to ensure a future for his siblings. Just his luck that the one lady who could make this new fate bearable, who enflames him like no other, is the one woman who wants nothing to do with him or his title.
But when an act of desperation inadvertently lands he and Cailin at the heart of another scandal, Courtland knows better than to waste his chance. Surely he can convince Cailin to love him?
Meet the Author: (photo courtesy of Kimberly Rocha)
Website: https://www.christicaldwell.com/
USA TODAY Bestselling author CHRISTI CALDWELL blames Judith McNaught's "Whitney, My Love!" for luring her into the world of historical romance. While sitting in her graduate school apartment at the University of Connecticut, Christi decided to set aside her notes and pick up her laptop to try her hand at romance. She believes the most perfect heroes and heroines have imperfections, and she rather enjoys torturing them before crafting them a well deserved happily ever after!
Christi makes her home in Charlotte, North Carolina where she spends her time writing her own enchanting historical romances, and baking surprisingly good cakes (almost 2 years in lockdown will do that) with her courageous son and twin daughters, each who with their daily antics provides limitless source material.
Excerpt:
Courtland gave his head a wistful shake, as for the first
time since he'd arrived, he felt a frisson of . . . guilt, about asking anyone
to give up the comfort of obscurity here for the garish opulence that was the
Town.
Ace whinnied noisily, and Courtland absently stroked the
loyal creature between the eyes. His nostrils flaring, Ace arched his head back
into that favorite-of-his touch.
From the corner of his eye, Courtland caught a faint
flutter, and he swung his attention to find a person watching him.
The less-than-furtive figure in the cottage pressed her
forehead against the glass.
"It appears we have company," he murmured,
patting Ace once more. "Which isn't terrible, as it means the sooner I
finish, the sooner we're free to return to London."
Ace gave a toss of his head in clear equine disapproval.
"It appears we are of like opinions then, on that
score," Courtland said, winking at his horse.
Once again, those curtains parted slightly, and a young
woman peeked through the crack in the fabric.
Enormous, saucer-sized blue eyes, filled with mistrust,
met Courtland's gaze.
The sister, then.
He grinned. "Good afternoon," he called, and
sketched a bow. "I'm here to speak with Mr. Audley."
Judging by the stretch of silence to follow, the young
woman was anything but impressed. Alas, while he was on the other side of a
doorway, without a line of sight to his quarry, she was afforded an unhindered
view that put Courtland at a distinct disadvantage.
Giving Ace another pat, Courtland started down the
walkway.
"Stop there!" she shouted, a healthy dose of
anger and suspicion freezing him halfway down the path.
Anger and suspicion, both of which, as a duke, he was
unaccustomed to being greeted with.
"What do you want?" she called, her voice
muffled by the oak panel.
What did he want? Or what did he need?
A fortune.
Security.
His siblings settled.
All of which indirectly accounted for his being here.
Bringing himself back to the matter at hand, Courtland
offered another smile and held his empty palms up. "I want nothing more
than to speak with your brothers . . . or you," he cajoled, using soothing
tones meant to bring her outside.
At last, the wood panel swung wide, affording him his
first full, unobstructed view. And Courtland went absolutely motionless.
Oh, hell.
The young woman, with her full, ivory-hued cheeks and
golden blond hair, had the height of a child, but the hardened stare of a woman
some three decades her elder. Unfortunately for Courtland, that flinty stare
was leveled at him.
Along with her ancient-looking firearm.
Reflexively, Courtland's palms went flying up in
surrender.
The late summer sun glinted off the end of the barrel.
That enormous weapon looked all the more enormous when held as it was by one of
her spritely size.
He swallowed hard and cursed long and harder inside his
head.
The young woman flicked a derisive glance over
Courtland's person, before settling it upon his face, her gaze bored; and his
ears went hot, as for the first time in his life he knew what it was to have a
woman find him lacking.
"Why does it not surprise me at all that a fancy
London fellow like you would come here issuing orders to me?" she drawled,
the lyrical, lilting quality of her voice in almost farcical juxtaposition to
the threat hanging on her words, and the very real threat of murder she
directed his way.
Courtland kept his smile firmly affixed, and when he
spoke, did so in the careful, placating tones he used with his easily riled
younger sisters. "Perhaps had you taken a moment to hear me out and
discuss the business that brought me here, then I wouldn't have had to issue
them, Miss Audley."
Her flaxen eyebrows went shooting up. "Are you . . .
challenging me?" The rifle wavered on her arm.
Oh, bloody hell. He was usually better at speaking to the
fairer sex. Much better. It should so happen that the one time he failed to
charm would likely land him a bullet in the chest-and a swift end to his
miserable existence.
"Well?" she demanded, dipping slightly and
adjusting the weapon on her arm.
He winced. "I believe you've already determined that
I was challenging you, and as such, it hardly seems necessary to confirm with a
verbal statement, Miss Audley." He bit out each syllable, giving up on the
gentle warmth he'd previously attempted.
She lowered the rifle slowly, and he took heart.
"Now," he said, taking a step forward. "If you would be so good
as to lower your weapon all the-"
A loud report thundered in the afternoon quiet, cutting
off the remainder of his words, and he flew back, hitting the ground so hard
the air was sucked from his lungs.
Bloody hell. This was how he would end his short reign as
duke-by taking a bullet straight to the chest.
Excerpted from Desperately
Seeking a Duchess by Christi Caldwell Copyright © 2022 by Christi
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