Her Duke to Remember

HER DUKE TO REMEMBER While memories failed him, their love never did… LISA CAMPELL CONTENTS Thank you About the book 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 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Epilogue Extended Epilogue Afterword Do you want more Romance? A Scandal to Seduce the Duke Never miss a thing Thank you About the Author THANK YOU I want to personally thank you for purchasing my book. It really means a lot to me. It’s a blessing to have the opportunity to share with you my passion for writing, through my stories. As a FREE GIFT, I am giving you a link to my first novel. It has more than 40 reviews, with an average rating of 5 out of 5. It is called “The Earl's Sinful Quest”, and you can get it for FREE. Please note that this story is only available for YOU as a subscriber and hasn't been published anywhere else. Please click on the cover to download the book. ABOUT THE BOOK With every forgotten memory, their love blazed a trail of passion and desire… Esther Poole has chosen a life of seclusion far from the prying eyes. Scarred by her father's scandalous ways, she vowed never to let love rule her heart. Her quiet existence will be forever altered when she stumbles upon an unconscious and devilishly handsome man at the edge of the forest. Lucious Skelton, the Duke of Devonshire, awakens from a deep slumber, his memory erased, leaving him with no recollection of his former life. All that remains in his mind are the memories of the ethereal creature who had saved him... As Esther nurses him back to health, an inexplicable spark ignites between them, kindling a flame of desire. But alas, their moments of intimacy are fleeting. For Lucious already has a life—one that holds no place for Esther. And soon she will be the one thing he won’t be able to forget… While memories failed him, their love never did… CHAPTER ONE Lucious The smell of ale and sweat was an assault to Lucious Skelton’s delicate nostrils. The Duke of Devonshire was not a man accustomed to, nor tolerant of, the other noxious odors to be found inside this particular tavern. It was certainly not the sort of place he was supposed to be. By all accounts, this was a very lively place. Dare he say it was even a place that was meant to provide some sort of reverie and escape for its patrons? A distraction for these sad, pathetic excuses of humanity to pretend for a while that they did not have the misfortune to have been born poor. They laughed, drank the piss water they called ale, and told stories to their hearts’ content. Two gentlemen in the corner were locked in an arm-wrestle, though it was clear they were both cheating and that the competition could potentially escalate into a brawl.. He rather hoped it would. It would delight Lucious more than anything to see a fight erupt here and now. He would mentally take bets on whom he thought the winner would be and assign bonus amounts if they were to cause any sort of destruction to the assembled company or the tavern itself. He felt it was ironic that these people never appeared to care about the state of their meager belongings. They abused their homes and taverns, mistreated their clothing and ignored their personal hygiene. Lucious stuck out like a sore thumb. He was an anomaly. They had to serve him because he had good coin to pay the barkeep and keep him in the finest ale they could provide. While he covertly watched the other patrons, Lucious took secret pleasure in their misfortunes, using them to boost his own sense of power. If they knew he was their patron and not just some high-born idiot come to observe them, they might treat him a little differently. Better or worse, he did not care to guess. Not a single person in the bar was worthy of even a word of conversation from his lips. It was why he came here month after month—his little ritual to remind himself just how far he had come in life and how he would never, ever wish to be like any of these sorry creatures. Superior. That was what he was. Superior in every possible way. He scoffed to himself and brushed off the bar stool with an embroidered handkerchief before sitting down and pulling his own mug of ale closer, watching the arm-wrestling match with growing fascination. He had lost count of how many pints of ale he had drunk this evening. All he knew was that every time he thought his glass was getting low—it was refilled. At least the barkeep was proficient at his job. The arm-wrestler in the stained brown shirt would be the champion, he was certain of it. He had seen the fellow in here a couple of times over the last handful of visits. He was always moving, a restless, burly sort of fellow. The gleam in his eyes convinced Lucious the brown-shirted fellow would win; he was certain the man in red seated across from his opponent did not have a chance. Lucious had just lifted his tankard to his lips, barely wetting them with the ale, which he was too intoxicated to taste any longer when somebody jostled into him heavily from behind. His arm jerked and the contents of his full pint sloshed clear over the sides of his tankard. Ale splashed over his arm,