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    Married Off by the Duke
    Married Off by the Duke
    Married Off by the Duke
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    Married Off by the Duke

    By Carrie Lomax

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    Having grown up as the ward of powerful men, Miss Emma Willis is resigned to being unwanted—particularly by her loathsome current guardian, Lord Maximus Aloyisius Tremaine, the Duke of Ardennes. When he abruptly orders her to find a husband, she's prepared to fight him tooth and nail—just as she's done ever since the unfortunate day when they first met.

     

    Max has always delighted in riling up his prickly ward, but one unexpected kiss forces him to realize that the only candidate he'll consider for her husband is himself. With only two weeks to convince her of their true connection, Max must now work to win the one thing he never anticipated wanting: Emma's love.

    This steamy Victorian guardian/ward enemies-to-lovers novella first appeared in the anthology titled I Like Big Dukes and I Cannot Lie. It has been republished with minor changes. Download your copy today!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCarrie Lomax
    Release dateJan 24, 2024
    ISBN9798224829149
    Married Off by the Duke
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    Carrie Lomax

    Carrie grew up in the Midwest, moved to France, then spent 15 years in New York City. She lives in Maryland with two budding readers and my real-life romantic hero.

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      Married Off by the Duke - Carrie Lomax

      CHAPTER 1

      You shall endeavor to find a husband at the earliest opportunity, read the letter from her guardian.

      I will do no such thing, Emma muttered, and tossed the crumpled ball into the fire. A pity that her thoughts could not reduce its author to ash along with it. Lord Maximus Aloysius Tremaine, the sixth Duke of Ardennes, deserved to burn for eternity.

      Or longer.

      Unfortunately, Emma had no power to send her cursed guardian anywhere. He, however, had the authority to order her anywhere he wished, and the duke was not afraid to wield it.

      Where he wanted her right now was in London for her first Season. He couldn’t have been more insulting about it if he’d tried.

      I have neglected your situation long enough. Between your piddling dowry and your advanced age, you will be lucky to attract any suitor at all. Leaving it for another year won’t do.

      As if she were some sort of fancy lady instead of the illegitimate daughter of an earl’s second son.

      Emma was accustomed to being unwanted. At least the previous Duke of Ardennes had been a kindly man. His son, the current duke, was a different story. Max had treated her with arrogance and disdain from the moment they first met. Until now, he’d been content to let her molder away in the countryside, out of sight and out of mind.

      Summoning her away from school in the middle of the spring term would impact her students. As if her teaching didn’t matter.

      To the Duke of Ardennes, it didn’t. Nothing mattered except his whims. Inexplicably, he’d decided now was the time to divest himself of responsibility for her welfare. No doubt he would hand-select London’s most loathsome toad for her husband. On purpose.

      Why?

      She wasn’t a troublesome ward. They rarely interacted.

      Clearly, the duke despised her more than she’d ever imagined.

      Likewise, Emma muttered, watching the paper crumble into ash. I certainly won’t be shackling myself to the first man who asks, simply to appease His Gracelessness.

      While she didn’t want a Season, she did want to be free from her pompous, arrogant guardian forever, ideally before she was legally emancipated at the age of twenty-five. On this point, they were in profound agreement.

      Unless…

      What if she could frustrate him into granting her control over her inheritance early?

      A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. A diabolical plan unfolded in her mind. Max’s desperation to be rid of her presented Emma with an opportunity.

      She felt certain she was up to the challenge of annoying Max into granting her freedom on a much quicker timeline than the four years she would otherwise have to wait. Matrimony was out of the question. Emma was done with being a perpetual burden to others. She had no intention of locking herself into a loveless marriage for the duke’s convenience.

      Miss Willis, your carriage is here, the headmaster informed her.

      I am ready.

      Ready to wage war.

      CHAPTER 2

      Max eyed Miss Willis’ plain gown and unflattering bonnet with skepticism. He’d sent her funds for adequate clothing before the school year started, but she hadn’t spent a farthing of it, apparently.

      Marrying off Willful Miss Willis might be harder than he’d anticipated, and he hadn’t expected marrying off his vexing ward to be easy. He’d already put it off until the Season was well underway.

      An appointment with a dressmaker is the first order of business.

      Is that how you welcome visitors these days? she asked acerbically.

      Men like pretty women, not dowdy vipers. Emma’s features were delicate; whenever she wasn’t scowling, she wasn’t unappealing. Still, her appearance could be improved with a decent dress and a bit of deft hairstyling…

      Thank you for that scathing assessment. I don’t have much need for evening gowns at Mrs. Quarrie’s School for the Improvement of Young Ladies. Did you need me for anything other than as a target for your insults, Your Graceless…erm, Your Grace? Or may I be excused? I am quite fatigued.

      Max sighed. Miss Willis’ head barely came to his shoulder. Kissing her would involve craning one’s neck at an uncomfortable angle⁠—

      Inwardly, he groaned. Not this, again.

      Max couldn’t stop his physical reaction to his ward. He’d never been able to tamp it down, a fact that had befuddled him for the entirety of their acquaintance.

      Her lilting voice tumbled around in his mind for several seconds before her words clicked into place.

      Did you just call me Your Graceless?

      Pink stained Emma’s creamy cheeks. There was a small mark near the left side of her mouth. He couldn’t stop staring at it. Max often found himself distracted by the lush shape and color of her lips.

      When Miss Willis was around, he couldn’t bloody think.

      What if I did? she asked bluntly.

      Max rubbed his temples.

      It’s actually, ‘Your Gracelessness,’ she informed him.

      Pot, meet kettle. Max had the absurd impulse to laugh.

      I am no duchess. I am therefore not expected to display any grace, Your Gracelessness.

      Grace is inherent to the female sex. The exception proves the rule, I suppose. Seeing the protest form on her rosebud lips, he cut her off by saying, I reckon you’re wondering why I called you home.

      Ardennes House isn’t my home.

      Max’s headache abruptly worsened. Away from the school, then.

      You were rather blunt in stating your reasons. Shall I repeat them?

      Not necessary, I remember them perfectly⁠—

      "‘Miss Willis, the occasion of your recent birthday reminds

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