What do you think?
Rate this book


368 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 18, 2020

It was clear that Miss Sheridan not only lacked social polish, she didn't even know what it was. Yet something about the way she looked at him, with wonder and vulnerability, tugged at his gut.En Bref. Tinker's daughter meets a titan of industry who has recently inherited a Dukedom. They are equally enchanted by one another, but he needs a wife who is well-established in society and can help smooth the way for his four newly acquired half-siblings. After succumbing to their mutual passion, there is no other choice but for them to marry and make a go of it: she will do everything she can to help his family, be the Duchess he needs, and make him fall in love with her, and he will do everything he can to keep her with him, be a good husband and head of the family, while still guarding his heart. Amidst all this romance and relationship establishment and growth, they also need to deal with an emerging threat to Fancy, that comes from her mysterious past and led to her being abandoned in a field when she was a baby.
A strong arm hooked her around her waist. "Steady there, I have you."Game of Dukes Series
She jerked in shock, her back colliding with the very hard form of the Duke of Knighton. His bulging muscles caged her and prevented her from falling into the river. He took over the rod, his hand dwarfing hers. The fish continued to whip against the water, but it was only a matter of time before Knighton emerged victorious.
He landed the giant trout, its majestic body flip-flopping against the bank, splattering water and mud everywhere. Coming to her senses, Fancy pushed at the duke's arm, and he released her immediately. She went to grab her wooden club, ending the fish's suffering with a firm thwack.
Panting, she looked up at the duke.
He was staring at her, his expression inscrutable.
All at once, she registered her bedraggled state. She was soaked, her dress a wet clinging mess. Damp tendrils had escaped her braids and hung in her eyes. And, Sweet Jaysus, she was holding a bludgeon covered in fish scales.
Springing up, she set aside the club and tried to put herself to rights.