Blog tour: A Little Thing Called Love (Marrying the Duke Series #0.5) by @maxwellcathy with excerpt and #giveaway
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Marrying the Duke Series #0.5
By: Cathy Maxwell
Releasing September 22, 2015
Avon Impulse
Blurb
Grandmother, grandmother, who shall it be
Who shall it be who will marry me?
Duke, Earl, a powerful marquess?
When my heart is given to Fyclan Morris…
In New York Times bestselling author Cathy Maxwell’s new novella, beautiful Jennifer Tarleton has no lack of noble suitors, but the only man who captures her attention is the one her father will never let her marry: Fyclan Morris. He’s a brash adventurer, witty, courageous…and Irish! Even worse, her father blames her for their reversal of fortune…
And it’s a fortune—or rather his grandmother the fortune teller—who foretold that Fyclan would meet “the one”, a love prophesied in the stars. He vows nothing will stand in the way of making Jennifer his bride, but is the price too high? Or is a thing called love worth every challenge?
Excerpt
Most
gently bred young ladies of her age would be just finishing the morning
toilettes after a night of balls and routs. Not this one. Crossing the street
ahead of Fyclan, she walked with purpose. She glanced at her scrap of paper
repeatedly as if searching for an address. Her maid had to scamper to keep up
with her. Her aggrieved footman held out his arm to protect her from the heavy
traffic and unwarranted advances.
Fyclan crossed the street as well,
wanting to keep her in his sights.
He didn’t quite know how he would
approach her or gain an introduction, but reach her he would—
His friend Bishard laid both hands on his arm
and swung him around. He kept hold of Fyclan’s jacket as he waved his hand in
front of his face. “Are you not listening to me? Damn it all, Morris, I’ve
never seen you chase a woman before,
and now you charge off like a hound on the trace of a scent.”
Fyclan laughed. “Only yesterday you
chastised me for not being more aware of the fair sex. Well, now I am aware.
Very aware. And I’m about to lose her, so excuse me—”
Bishard held fast. “She’s not for you.”
Those were fighting words. “And why
not?”
His friend glanced around as if
those on the pavement around them would be keenly interested in what he was
about to say. His voice lowered. “Stowe has spoken for her.”
He referred to the marquess of
Stowe, one of the wealthiest men in London. The directors of the Company were
keenly interested in him. Not only did they want his money for investment, they
also needed his political patronage.
Bishard’s warning did give Fyclan
pause. He looked in the direction of his goddess. She was moving steadily away,
a bright blue gem weaving in and out amongst a sea of drab, hard working men
and women, people whose lives held no room for such a lively color.
And he knew he must not lose her.
“Who is Stowe to me?” he said and would have charged off again in pursuit but
his friend held on.
“She is also Miss Jennifer Tarleton,
Colonel Russell Tarleton’s daughter.”
“The fool who cost us Konkan?”
Fyclan referred to the battle the Company had fought against the Maratha rulers
over the northern provinces. Fyclan had been the Company officer in charge and
had removed the man from his command. Fyclan had lead the counter offensive
himself, barely saving the Company from a humiliating defeat.
“The same. And still just as
foolish. From what I understand, he is in dun territory. His only hope is to
marry his daughter to a trunk full of gold. Trust me, Morris, you don’t want
this one.”
“I have money.”
“But not as much as Stowe,” Bishard
answered.
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