To Pleasure a Duke (The Husband Hunters Club Series)
Sara Bennett
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0061339180
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
“With engaging and passionate characters and colorful and dramatic scenes, Sara Bennett delivers exciting, enthralling and satisfying reads.”
—New York Times bestselling author Stephanie Laurens
“Get ready to fall in love!”
—New York Times bestselling author Lisa Kleypas
The Husband Hunter’s Club is back in session! To Pleasure a Duke is the third installment in author Sara Bennett’s delightful historical romance series set in England’s Victorian Era, where the girls at Miss Debenham’s Finishing School believe the only husband worth having is a husband they have hunted themselves. The intended husband the determined heroine of To Pleasure a Duke has chosen is a moody nobleman, not unlike Jane Austen’s Mr. Darcy, who has absolutely no intention of proposing—which leads to a delightful game of seduction undertaken by a most brazen and enterprising young lady.
punch?” Terry said eagerly. Sinclair curled his lip. “Good God no,” he said in what Eugenie could almost have called a sneer—a far more credible sneer than Terry’s earlier attempt. “Surely that is only for bounders?” They set off across one of the wide paths that crossed the immaculate lawn, shaded by old beeches and oaks. After his set-down Terry wasn’t in a hurry to keep up with them, lagging behind like a sulky child. “I’ve often remembered our meeting in the lane,” Sinclair said,
the dawn light made him blink that he realized he’d been there all night. It was a madness that would have to stop, but he didn’t know how else to drive her from his mind. He told himself that the painting was a form of exorcism, and he was certain that when it was finished he would have rid himself of her once and for all. And then there was Annabelle and the filly. He blamed his lack of sleep—and ultimately Eugenie—for that as well. His sister had been pestering him for days to look at
She could take him home and scold him—and hug him—as she longed to do. And if she had any regrets about never seeing Sinclair again, then she would keep them to herself. “Do you wish to wash and change?” His voice startled her. Deep in her thoughts she’d forgotten he was standing so close beside her. Now he leaned down, his breath warm against her cheek. “Eugenie, did you hear me?” “I heard you, I’m just not sure I believe you,” she retorted, made nervous by his presence, and even
would slide himself deep inside her. Her body would ripple around him, welcoming him, and she would make those little gasps of pleasure he remembered so well. He would gaze into her eyes, just as he . . . as he. . . The sensation was so damned real that for a moment he was lost in this fantasy of his own making and he had no idea of what was happening in the real world. The coach seemed to be tilting, falling, spinning through space. And suddenly Eugenie was in his arms, really in his
Especially when anyone can see you’re so much in love. I can remember when me and my Jack first married, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.” She gave an earthy chuckle. “My father was against our wedding from the first, made all sorts of excuses why we’d never be happy. But we went ahead anyway and here we are, forty-two years later, still in love. Just shows it doesn’t go to pay too much attention to other people when your own heart is telling you what’s best.” “Yes,” Eugenie