A Vixen for the Duke

A Vixen for the Duke A STEAMY HISTORICAL REGENCY ROMANCE NOVEL MAYBEL BARDOT Contents Join this amazing group! Before You Start Reading… Prologue 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 Epilogue Extended Epilogue Preview: Taken by the Rakish Marquess Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Also by Maybel Bardot About the Author Join this amazing group! Did you know that there is a group where you can chat with me and with thousands of like-minded book-worms all over the globe? Group name on Facebook: Cobalt Fairy’s Voracious Readers Click here to join and I guarantee you, you’d wish you had joined us sooner! Just click on the image above! ⇧ About the Book “Do you wish to know all the ways I want you?” Left at the altar, Miss Harriet runs off to live with her quirky aunt in the country. Swearing off of love she is shocked to meet the older woman’s betrothed. Even more so when she sees his dashing nephew. Duke Morgan cares about only two things: family and duty. So when his uncle announces his engagement to their eccentric neighbor he vows to help however he can. Until a scandalous minx gets in his way. Trying to sabotage the older couple’s relationship, Harriet never expects Morgan to keep ruining her plans. But when distracting each other ends up in a passionate kiss, this family union takes a dangerous turn… Before You Start Reading… Morgan is the protagonist of this book and he takes pride in his successful business ventures as a Duke. But he’d rather be stripped of his title before he let anyone know his first business proposal… Here is Morgan’s Prequel Chapter which will help you understand and visualize the story inside my book better. Many of my readers requested it and that's why I am giving it away for free! I believe you will LOVE IT! It’s not mandatory to read it, but it will be really helpful if it's your first time with this book. Read the story of Morgan’s Outlandish Business Idea here. Just click on the image above! ⇧ Prologue “Are you ready, Rabbit?” The voice of Harriet’s father was soothing in her ear. Even on a day that signified her entering fully into adulthood, he still couldn’t help but call her that little nickname he had given her ever since the first time she had scrunched up her nose in indignation. “Incredibly, Father.” Harriet could scarcely remember a time she had felt more beautiful. Maybe at her debut ball, where she had worn a mint green dress that complimented her dark hair perfectly. She remembered taking her first step into the ballroom, her shoulders stiff and her breath caught in her throat. But on this particular day, things were different in some ways. For one, Harriet’s dress was a peach pink. Her hair was fixed up high on her head and adorned with her sister Emma’s pearl comb, with bouncy curls framing her face. After all, Emma had gotten married sooner than she’d planned just so that Harriet could be here, her arm linked with her father’s, staring down the aisle at the love of her life. Emma had insisted that this pearl comb was good luck. Harriet’s betrothed, Jeremy, looked nervous and was bouncing on his feet. He had always been sort of jittery. He had boundless energy, which had been very obvious ever since she had first met him. They had been friends long before she had even debuted. They’d met at a ball when he’d lost control of his lanky limbs and stumbled into her, spilling a flute of champagne on the front of her dress. Harriet had loved him then, and she loved him now, even if the nerves of a wedding had made his goofy, lemon-peel-tart smile disappear just a little. That smile of his had been ingrained in her memory ever since she had first seen him. That day he had spilt the champagne all over her and then he stumbled, turning, his hand pressed over his mouth, realising what he’d done in his clumsiness. His smile always had a tart little edge to it. He thought it was funny and, much to her chagrin, so did she. Most sixteen-year-olds didn’t endeavour to get soaked in front of the entire ton. But that had been four years ago. He’d grown up a lot, and she had, too. At least that’s what she wanted to think. Harriet started when she felt her father’s arm tug her closer. He smiled just a little bit. He had always tried to allow his stoicism to swallow every other emotion he had, but sometimes on days like this, it was impossible for him to remain as solidly unmoved. “You are trembling.” “I am about to marry my viscount. Of course I am nervous,” Harriet whispered, pressing her fingertips into the crook of her father’s elbow. He tilted his head slightly. “I will miss you.” His eyes dropped slightly, his gaze pinned on the creaky wooden floor of the church. “Lucy has not been very interested in my business.” “Well,” Harriet said, smiling, “I am sure we will have plenty to talk about when we get together. You know how much I enjoy hearing about your endeavours.” Harriet adored her father perhaps because they were polar opposites. He was serious and realistic, while she was a starry-eyed, impulse-driven dreamer. She knew as much. After all, he had lectured her on it much throughout her life. He had wanted her to marry for comfort and stability, and not love. Luckily, with Jeremy, she had found both. “The what?” Lucy’s voice echoed throughout the church. Harriet looked up to see her younger sister looking a bit like it would take ten strong men to