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USA Today Bestselling, award-winning author COLLETTE CAMERON® scribbles Scottish and Regency historical romance novels featuring dashing rogues, rakes, and scoundrels and the strong heroines who reform them. Blessed with an overactive and witty muse that won’t stop whispering new romantic romps in her ear, she’s lived in Oregon her entire life. Although she dreams of living in Scotland part-time. A confessed Cadbury chocoholic, you'll always find a dash of inspiration and a pinch of humor in her sweet-to-spicy timeless romances®.
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Excerpt – Only a Duke Would Dare
"A pleasure to see you again, Miss Thea."
A charming smile flashed across his grace's noble countenance as he bent into a wobbly gallant's bow–dropping the whisky bottle and nearly falling onto his face for his efforts. He chuckled at his own clumsiness.
She dropped the basket and rushed forward to brace him with one hand on his broad–very broad–shoulder and the other on his solid chest. Being a prudent miss, she dismissed the electric jolt sluicing up both arms. This was not the time for missish shyness or false pretenses of demureness.
Imagine the scandal if his grace were found insensate, reeking of whisky, atop his father's grave? This was not the homecoming she'd imagined for him over the years.
"Do have a care, sir, or you will crack your skull." Supporting his great weight, for his form wasn't that of simpering dandy, but a man accustomed to physical exertion, she slanted him a sideways glance.
"I believe you've over-indulged." A great deal, truth to tell.
"However will you manage your way home to Ridgewood Court?"
"The same way I came to be here in this dreary place." Giving her a boyish sideways grin, he waggled his fingers in the general direction of the lane. "I shall walk, fair maiden."
"I think not. 'Tis a good mile, and you're in no condition to make the hike."
"Do you fret for me, Thea?" His rich voice had gone all low and raspy.
He lowered his head and pressed his nose into her neck as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush with his body.
Shouldn't she be offended or afraid?
Yet she wasn't either.
"Mmm, you smell good. Like sunshine and honeysuckle."
He smelled of strong spirits, horse, and sandalwood. And something else she couldn't quite identify. She couldn't very well lean in and sniff to determine what the scent was, as he'd boldly ventured to do.
His grace inhaled a deep breath, another unnerving sound she couldn't identify reverberating in his throat. "Intoxicating," he rumbled against her neck, his lips tickling the sensitive flesh.
Trying–unsuccessfully–to ignore the heady pleasure of being near him, Theadosia tilted her head away whilst bracing her hands against the wall that was his chest.
"You are the one who's intoxicated and don't know what you're saying."
Why must she sound breathless?
The exertion of holding him upright. That must be it.
"Your Grace." She gave that unyielding wall a shove. "You must release me before someone sees us."
Not much chance of that with evening's mantle descending, but it was foolish to tempt Providence.
"I'm not so foxed that I don't know what to do with a beautiful woman in my arms."