Blog Tour and Review – The Duke I Once Knew by Olivia Drake – Win a Print Copy!

ABOUT THE BOOK:

Award-winning author Olivia Drake begins her new Unlikely Duchesses series with THE DUKE I ONCE KNEW (St. Martin’s Paperbacks; December 31, 2018). With compelling characters and skillful plot twists, Drake’s latest novel will take your breath away.

 First love is always the sweetest…

For years, Abigail Linton devoted herself to caring for her parents and her siblings’ children. Now, eager to create a life of her own, Abby seizes upon a position as a governess on a neighboring estate. Unfortunately, her absentee employer is Maxwell Bryce, the Duke of Rothwell, the notorious rake who once broke her youthful heart. But since he hasn’t set foot on his estate for fifteen years, Abby assumes she’ll never have to lay eyes on him ever again.

Then, from out of nowhere, Max appears. He is stunned to come face to face with the girl next door he fell for years ago—before he went away, and she stopped writing to him … even though Abby swears that he is the one who left her without a word. Could it be that this spirited, witty spinster has won Max’s heart all over again—and that they may have a second chance at love?

 ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

 Olivia Drake is the author of the Cinderella Sisterhood series (Seducing the Heiress, Never Trust a Rogue, Scandal of the Year, If the Slipper Fits, Stroke of Midnight, Abducted by the Prince, Bella and the Beast, His Wicked Wish, and The Scandalous Flirt). She has been a member of Romance Writers of America since 1981, and her novels have won the Golden Heart Award, Best Historical Romantic Suspense and Best Regency Historical from Romantic Times. She has also won the prestigious RITA award. She currently resides in Houston, TX

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READ AN EXCERPT:

The sounds of cooing and kissing mortified her. Good heavens, would they never stop? Anyone might walk into the library! They ought to have the decency to take their amorous activities upstairs to a bedchamber.

But, of course, Rothwell did not possess a shred of decency. It made her cringe to recall that she herself had once fallen prey to his allure.

She risked another look over the edge of the table. Her eyes goggled.

The duke was delving beneath the hem of his paramour’s gown, sliding his hand up her ankle and out of sight. The ladybird squirmed and squealed in a frisky attempt at evasion. He leaned down and silenced her playful protests with a masterful kiss.

Abby sank back down again. Her pulse pounded and a blush heated her inside and out. She oughtn’t be so scandalized. Rothwell had a reputation as a notorious rake. Over the years, she had heard many a tale whispered among the neighbors of his disgraceful doings. Yet it was one thing to listen to idle gossip and quite another to actually witness him in the throes of depravity.

And here she was, trapped. What was she to do?

If she made her presence known, the duke would find out that Miss Abigail Linton was the new governess. She could not be absolutely certain that he had forgotten her. And if he did remember, he surely would dismiss her on the spot, for he wanted nothing to do with her.

Her spirits fell into a fit of the dismals. That would mark the end of her little adventure out into the world. Oh, she could apply for a position elsewhere, but who would hire her if she’d been summarily discharged from her previous post? She would be forced to return to her brother’s house and resume her predictable life as the maiden aunt, growing withered and gray, shuttled between relatives, with no real say in her future.

The very thought was suffocating.

Nevertheless, she could not continue to crouch here while the two lovers were smooching and whispering. What if their intimate activities escalated? What if they did the deed right here, right now?

The horrid prospect spurred Abby to action. She must try to sneak out of the library unobserved. It was her only hope.

Dropping to her hands and knees, she crept along the carpet, weaving a path between the tables. Her long skirts hampered her progress, forcing her to inch along at a snail’s pace. Rothwell’s black boots were visible through a forest of chair legs. At least he was too distracted to notice her, judging by the amorous sounds emanating from across the room. To be safe, she made a wide berth around the couple. Feverish plans raced through her head. If only she could reach the door and slip out, then all might be well. Perhaps she could convince Lady Gwendolyn not to mention the new governess to her brother. And what of Lady Hester? Was there a chance that she could be persuaded to bide her tongue, too? Should Abby confess the truth and enlist her help? Was it possible to stay out of sight until he departed the Court?

Sweet heaven, how long did he intend to stay?

In the midst of her meditations, she couldn’t help overhearing the syrupy drivel of their tête-à-tête.

“Your Grace, you are too bold! Such a naughty boy you are!”

“I left boyhood behind long ago. Shall I demonstrate?” “Mm, no. You mustn’t . . . ah, yes. Yes!

Abby grimaced under a tide of acute embarrassment. As she crawled closer to the door, she glared in the direction of the lovers. She could just see Rothwell’s legs pressed against a froth of cream skirts. Blast him and his debauchery! He was the worst of rogues, the king of scoundrels. A more wicked man had never been born—! Too caught up in remonstrations to watch where she was going, Abby bumped her hip hard against a mahogany pedestal. A little squeak escaped before she could clap her hand to her mouth. At the same instant, a faint clanking noise drew her attention upward.

The globe atop the pedestal wobbled precariously. As she watched in horror, the sphere toppled from its perch and clunked onto the floor, where it rolled straight past the chairs and tables to land at Rothwell’s heels.

“What the devil—!”

Frozen in concealment, Abby watched wide-eyed through the maze of table legs as his boots shifted around. A large male hand flashed down to stop the spinning of the globe. Any faint hope that he might assume it had fallen of its own accord vanished in a millisecond.

Rothwell strode forward, his footfalls sharp and decisive. He came straight to her. To her great consternation, she found herself gazing at the polished black leather of his boots only a few inches away.

“Who are you?” he demanded. “What are you doing in here?”

Abby raised her chin only slightly, keeping her face averted. It was best that he didn’t gaze fully at her—or hear the normal pitch of her voice lest it trigger his memory. “I’m just a servant,” she whispered, “tending to my duties.” “Speak up! Why did you not make your presence known at once?”

His dictatorial tone shredded her better judgment. “I was trying to leave discreetly,” she flared. “It didn’t strike me as wise to interrupt your tryst.” She paused, then added in a more servile tone, “I do beg your pardon, Your Grace.” She felt his gaze boring down like a physical force that threatened to smother her. She wanted badly to look up, to glare into his face and tell him in no uncertain terms exactly what she thought of him.

But that would be highly imprudent.

With lightning swiftness, he clamped his hands around her upper arms and hauled Abby to her feet. She found herself staring up into a pair of wintry gray eyes set in a face of unabashed masculinity. Although a dissipated life had hardened his expression and etched faint lines on either side of his mouth, he was more disturbingly handsome than ever. He also seemed taller and tougher, his chest broader and his shoulders wider.

She hated that he still had the power to make the breath catch in her throat. Worse, she hated that he had the authority to dismiss her with a snap of his arrogant fingers. As she racked her beleaguered brain for a way to convince him not to do so, something flickered in those icy eyes.

“Abby?”

MY REVIEW:   

  

I received a complimentary copy of this book.

Abby Linton’s thirtieth birthday is rapidly approaching.  Up until the previous year, she spent her time caring for her elderly parents, who have since passed away.  Now her four much older siblings are arguing over which of their homes she will live in, and conveniently help with the raising of their children.  Abby has learned that a governess is needed for Gwendolyn, the young sister of the neighboring Duke of Rothwell.  Anxious for a taste of life on her own, Abby shocks her family by applying for the position.  Gwendolyn’s aunt hires Abby, who moves into Rothwell Court, confident that she’ll never run into Maxwell, the duke.  Unknown to everyone, Abby and Max were teenage sweethearts, who spent all their time together in their secret glade.  When Max’s mother died, his father removed the family to London, never to return.  Max vowed to wed Abby as soon as he came of age, but she never heard any word from him since the day he left fifteen years ago.

Max has avoided returning to Rothwell Court, choosing to stay in town except for the brief visit for his father’s funeral.  The place brings back disturbing memories of his volatile childhood, and of the betrayal of his first young love.  In the intervening years, Max has taken his father’s advice to heart and has determined never to love or marry.  He has earned his rakish reputation with his many liaisons.  Currently he is pursuing Elise, a delectable young widow, who is determined to become his duchess, while Max is just as determined to make her his mistress.  When the plans he and his friends have made for some revelry are forced to change, the group unexpectedly ends up at Max’s country home, Rothwell Court.

Max and Abby are stunned to see each other for the first time in fifteen years, both being overcome by feelings of hurt and betrayal, as well as the echoes of that first young love.  Max finds it hard to believe that Abby has never married, and is working as a governess, while Abby is shocked that even Max, with his libertine reputation, would bring his mistress to his home with his young sister in residence.  Their meetings are decidedly cool, though Max quickly comes to see that he has made a serious mistake by bringing Elise to his home, and he decides to postpone his seduction until they return to town.

My very favorite thing about this story is that Max and Abby discover fairly soon that neither one of them betrayed or forgot the other.  They discover that someone did know about their secret romance, and made sure that they were kept apart, though they don’t immediately find out who.  Discovering that their years of feeling that they were just dismissed from each other’s mind does cause a thawing in their relationship now, but it seems that they have grown too far apart for any type of reconciliation.

THE DUKE I ONCE KNEW is a perfect title for this novel, as Abby can’t seem to find any trace of the young boy she loved in this rakish stranger.  Max is truly a good man, who loves his sister and his aunt.  He is dutiful, charming, and kind, just determined never to be hurt as his father was.  I love how he started to fall for Abby all over again – there’s a particular scene where he remembers her birthday that is just heartwarming.  It hurts him that Abby, who once could hold her own on horseback, is now afraid of them.  I love his intelligence and his caring nature.

Abby was happy to care for her parents, though that meant she never had a season of her own.  Her amiability led her siblings to believe she had no backbone, and would be content to shuffle from home to home.  I relished how Abby decided to take charge of her own life, and made the decision to experience passion, then was strong enough to not accept anything less than a full commitment of fidelity.  She is the epitome of a woman who embodies kindness and empathy, while at the same time isn’t weak or scheming or shrewish.  I adore Abby as a heroine.

THE DUKE I ONCE KNEW was a fantastic read for me.  I love second chance at love stories, in particular where the hero and heroine aren’t snarling enemies.  I did regret that Abby and Max had to be parted for so long, but their reunion ended up being passionate and so sweet.  I truly couldn’t put this well written book down once I started it, and I was left with a happy heart and a smile.  I highly recommend THE DUKE I ONCE KNEW to those who enjoy historical romances with well developed characters, genuine romance, and a second chance at love.    ~Rose

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7 comments

  1. Second chance stories are my thing! I love them and can’t wait to read this one. Thanks for the chance to win a copy of it. 🙂

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  2. Thanks for the review! I love second chance romances, but I also prefer that it isn’t so many years! Looking forward to reading this!

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