The Duke of Dark Desires by Miranda Neville – Excerpt and Giveaway



Wanted: Governess able to keep all hours…

Rebellious Julian Fortescue never expected to inherit a dukedom, nor to find himself guardian to three young half-sisters. Now in the market for a governess, he lays eyes on Jane Grey and knows immediately she is qualified-to become his mistress. Yet the alluring woman appears impervious to him. Somehow Julian must find a way to make her succumb to temptation … without losing his heart and revealing the haunting mistakes of his past.

Desired: Duke skilled in the seductive art of conversation…

Lady Jeanne de Falleron didn’t seek a position as a governess simply to fall into bed with the Duke of Denford. Under the alias of Jane Grey, she must learn which of the duke’s relatives is responsible for the death of her family-and take her revenge. She certainly can’t afford the distraction of her darkly irresistible employer, or the smoldering desire he ignites within her.

But as Jane discovers more clues about the villain she seeks, she’s faced with a possibility more disturbing than her growing feelings for Julian: What will she do if the man she loves is also the man she’s sworn to kill?

 Link to Follow Tour:

Goodreads Link:

 Buy Links  Amazon Barnes | iBooks | Kobo





Author Info

MIRANDA NEVILLE grew up in England before moving to New York City to work in Sotheby’s rare books department. After many years as a journalist and editor, she decided writing fiction was more fun. She lives in Vermont. She loves hearing from readers and may be reached through her website.

Author Links: Website Facebook Twitter | Goodreads


 The Duke of Dark Desires


London, 1802

Once she had been carefree, beloved of the gods and the world, marked by nature and birth for happiness and good fortune. Then everything was taken from her. Everything she possessed and everyone she loved. Everything except her life. She didn’t know how she had survived, but she knew why. She had a destiny to fulfill, and the key to success lay within the solid brick walls of this house on the east side of Hanover Square.

Despite the variety of cramped apartments and near hovels she’d occupied in the last nine years, she still summoned a measure of scorn for the unassuming residences of the British nobility when compared to the glorious mansions of Paris. Imposing by London standards, Fortescue House with its neat brick façade and stone architraves couldn’t hold a candle to the Hôtel Falleron.

Fortescue House.

The very name chilled her. She shivered in her gray cloak at the name and because London was cold and dirty and inhabited by the race of Fortescues. She did not know the exact identity of the Englishman she’d heard of only as Mr. Fortescue. To discover his full name she had come to this house, home of the chief of all Fortescues, the Duke of Denford.

In the days she’d lingered in the square, the house had been busy. A youthful, worried gentleman came and went frequently. Also a tall man dressed always in black. She’d have taken him for a lawyer or other man of business except for something uncommon in his posture, something she couldn’t define. She’d seen no one she could identify as a member of the ducal family.

How was she going to get into Fortescue House? An unknown woman of dubious antecedents was not readily given audience by a high-ranking nobleman.

But now a well-dressed lady descended from a carriage and mounted the steps to the front door. Was this the duchess come to town? Things were looking brighter. She could better inveigle her way into a house with a lady in residence.

When the house had taken her in and laid bare its secrets, she would find the Mr. Fortescue responsible for the death of her family.

And she would kill him.

****Rafflecopter Giveaway – Click on the link below for a chance to win one of three copies of Duke of Dark Desires

Link to Rafflecopter Page


One comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s