A Duke to Tame her

A DUKE TO TAME HER OLIVIA T. BENNET CONTENTS A Thank You Gift Before You Start Reading… Love to Read? Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Epilogue Extended Epilogue Preview: The Wagering Duke Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Also by Olivia T. Bennet About the Author A THANK YOU GIFT Thanks a lot for purchasing my book. It really means a lot to me, because this is the best way to show me your love. As a Thank You gift I have written a full length novel for you called Daring Fantasies of a Noble Lady. It’s only available to people who have downloaded one of my books and you can get your free copy by tapping this link here. Once more, thanks a lot for your love and support. With love and appreciation, Olivia T. 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Duke James may be the most desirable bachelor but his only priority is finding matches for his younger sisters. Yet ambitious mamas lurk everywhere and his salvation comes in a feisty lady that makes him lose control… Their engagement shocks everyone and most of all Isabella who must seal this deal with a passionate kiss. Yet as James keeps protecting her from the vicious ton a past secret threatens to tear them apart once and for all… CHAPTER 1 “Stop gawking about as if this were your first Season.” Horatia Reeves, the Countess of Abberton, was absolutely horrified to find herself hissing yet another reprimand at her younger child and only daughter so early in the evening. There was a very, very good reason her hair had greyed so prematurely, and the name of that reason was Isabella Reeves. “You are no ill-bred country ruffian, you are the first and only daughter of the Earl of Abberton, and you must find a suitable—Isabella, are you listening to me?” The grey hair suited Horatia’s stern tone and the severe look in her eyes as she watched her daughter slouch. The matriarch of the family was not an unkind woman, but she was prone to worrying. Her worries sometimes reduced her to a fever, which required time away in the country to recover in the fresh air. Almost all of her worries were about her feisty daughter. “No, Mother, I am usually not.” Isabella smiled placidly at her mother, though her brown eyes continued scanning the expansive ballroom, taking in the glittering chandeliers, tables of food and wine, and the veritable horde of potential suitors. Graham Reeves, the Earl of Abberton, continued conversing drily about business with his son Luke, long used to his wife’s squabbles with their strong-willed daughter. Unlike Isabella, her brother Luke, the Viscount of Humphries, had already managed to wed well, winning the hand of Abigail, now his Viscountess, as his lovely wife. Ever the complimentary contrast to her husband, Abigail had been quite invested in the exchange between her dear friend and mother-in-law and was rightfully scandalized by it all. “Isabella! We are in polite company!” Her words were softened by the ever-present kindness in her green eyes and the gentle squeeze she gave Isabella’s gloved hand. Horatia straightened with an approving nod, glad to have an ally in her endless effort to make her daughter marriageable, or at the very least, presentable. The women all wore the most stunning gowns, with impressive flowing skirts and intricate beadwork, that sparkled in the light as if each woman were a multifaceted jewel, while the men donned their finest suits, complete with top hats and tails. The scene was set perfectly for the debutantes to emerge into high Society for the first time. The debutante ball was hosted at the grand estate of the Duke of Whittington, a sprawling estate nestled comfortably in the quaint suburbs of London. The estate’s grounds were meticulously manicured, with lush gardens and sparkling fountains that provided the perfect backdrop for the evening’s festivities. From the entrance hall, guests were directed to the grand ballroom, a breathtaking space that spanned the length of the estate’s main wing. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, thanks to the dozens of chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, each one dripping with crystal and gold. “Isabella, please, stop slouching. Your gown is such a wonderful shade of periwinkle, it is meant to draw attention to your brown eyes. It should make them seem warmer, less muddy. And you mustn’t slouch creases into your bodice. Imagine if the beading began to break away!” Horatia continued spiraling into worse and worse scenarios, every disaster that could possibly result from Isabella’s slouching. “I am ill at the thought of you being noticed, slumped over like a sack of potatoes! It is awful enough you choose to constantly cause such upset. I