How to Marry a Duke

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Tristan, the Duke of Shelbourne is a man with a mission: find a wife he can tolerate as long as they both shall live. Love is not necessary—nor desired. But how to choose among a dizzying array of wealthy-yet-witless candidates? Hire London's infamously prim and proper matchmaker. Then pretend she's not the most captivating woman he's ever met...

Helping a devilish Duke create a contest to pick his perfect mate is the kind of challenge Tessa Mansfield relishes. Her methods may ...

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Overview

Tristan, the Duke of Shelbourne is a man with a mission: find a wife he can tolerate as long as they both shall live. Love is not necessary—nor desired. But how to choose among a dizzying array of wealthy-yet-witless candidates? Hire London's infamously prim and proper matchmaker. Then pretend she's not the most captivating woman he's ever met...

Helping a devilish Duke create a contest to pick his perfect mate is the kind of challenge Tessa Mansfield relishes. Her methods may be scandalous, but she's determined to find the notorious bachelor more than a wife—she'll bring him true love. Yet when Tessa watches the women vie for the Duke's affections, she longs to win his heart herself. And after a stolen kiss confirms Tristan's desire, Tessa knows she has broken a matchmaker's number one rule: never fall in love with the groom.

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In Dreiling's whimsical debut, matchmaker Tessa Mansfield meets her greatest challenge yet in Tristan James Gatewick, the duke of Shelbourne. Under pressure to find a wife, Tristan employs Tess, who comes up with an alarming and unconventional proposition: she presents him with two dozen single young ladies, from whom he must select a single candidate. Despite the implausibility of Regency speed-dating, the book works well when dealing with the candidates and the wealth of subplots arising from their friendships, alliances, and rivalries. Less rewarding is the heavy-handed attraction between Tessa and Tristan, with a conclusion even more foregone than usual. The usual villain from the past makes an appearance, but might have been better left out in order to spend more time with the potential brides. (Jan.)
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GLOWING PRAISE FOR VICKY DREILING'S HOW TO MARRY A DUKE:

"In her lively debut novel, Vicky Dreiling has penned a fresh, engaging take on Regency matchmaking that brims with clever wit and repartee. I found myself smiling and laughing out loud on numerous occasions. Here's hoping for more of this promising new author's historical romances!"
-Nicole Jordan, New York Times best-selling author

"An enchanting debut, full of humor and heart!"
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"Vicky Dreiling delivers a tale chock full of warmth, wit and tenderness. She's sure to please readers everywhere!"
—Samantha James, New York Times bestselling author

"A delicious read! Better than chocolate! Sexy, fresh and witty, Vicky Dreiling is an author to watch!"
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  • ISBN-13: 9780446565370
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 1/1/2011
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 829,902
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Vicky Dreiling is a confirmed historical romance junkie and Anglophile. Frequent business trips to the United Kingdom allowed her to indulge her passion for all things Regency England. Bath, Stonehenge, and Spencer House are among her favorite places. She is, however, truly sorry for accidentally setting off a security alarm in Windsor Castle. That unfortunate incident led her British colleagues to nickname her Trouble.

When she's not writing, Vicky enjoys reading, films, concerts, and, most of all, long lunches with friends. A native Texan, she holds degrees in English literature and marketing.

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How to Marry a Duke


By Dreiling, Vicky

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Copyright © 2011 Dreiling, Vicky
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ISBN: 9780446565370

Chapter One

London, 1816

The belles of the Beau Monde had resorted to clumsiness in an effort to snag a ducal husband.

Tristan James Gatewick, the Duke of Shelbourne, entered Lord and Lady Broughton’s ballroom and grimaced. A quartet of giggling chits stood near the open doors, dangling their handkerchiefs as if poised to drop them. Determined to avoid playing fetch again, he strode off along the perimeter of the room.

With a long-suffering sigh, he conceded he’d contributed to this national disgrace. Ever since the scandal sheets had declared him the most eligible bachelor in England, he’d rescued twenty-nine lace handkerchiefs, five kid gloves, and twelve ivory fans.

If only he could have convinced himself to choose a bride based upon the inelegance of her fumbling, he might have wedded and bedded the most inept candidate by now. Alas, he could not abide the thought of spending a lifetime with Her Gracelessness.

He surveyed the crowd looking for the hostess of this grand squeeze, a useless endeavor. The crème de la crème swarmed the place like bees. The din of voices competed with the lively tune of a country dance, making his ears ring. He’d rather eat dirt than subject himself to the dubious delights of the marriage mart, but with his thirty-first birthday approaching, he could no longer pretend he was invincible. The dukedom had been at risk far too long.

Someone tapped a fan on his shoulder. He paused to find Genevieve and Veronica, two of his former mistresses. Seeing them together, he realized how alike the striking widows looked. Both were tall, dark-haired, and curvaceous. He canvassed the cobwebs in his brain and realized all of his past lovers had similar attributes. Well, those he could recollect.

Tristan bowed and lifted each of their hands for the requisite air kiss. “Ladies, it is a great pleasure to see you again.”

“Were your ears burning?” Veronica said in an exaggerated boudoir voice. “You are the subject du jour.”

“I am delighted,” he lied. He’d grown increasingly frustrated with the notoriety the papers had whipped up. How the devil he’d ever find a bride in this circuslike atmosphere evaded him. But find one he must.

Genevieve tittered. “We were comparing you to all of our other gentlemen admirers.”

He’d bedded more than his fare share of mistresses, but this situation was certainly unique among his experiences. “What did you conclude?”

Genevieve leaned closer and squeezed his arm. “We agreed you were the naughtiest of all our lovers.”

He regarded her with a wicked grin. “Praise indeed.”

Veronica glanced at him from beneath her lashes. “How does it feel to be England’s most sought-after bachelor?”

High-pitched giggling rang out from behind him. He rolled his eyes. Not again.

Genevieve’s shoulders shook with laughter. “Watch out, Shelbourne. A bevy of little misses are stalking you.”

He grimaced. “Rescue me?”

The two women laughed, blew him a kiss, and drifted away, leaving him to the predators. When he turned round, the four silly chits he’d seen earlier halted and stared at him, agog. Given their youthful faces and puritanical white gowns, he surmised not one of them was a day over seventeen. He needed a wife, but he’d no intention of robbing the proverbial cradle.

When they continued to gape at him as if he were a Greek statue come to life, he took a step closer. “Boo.”

Their shrieks rang in his ears as he walked off into the crowd. Ignoring the avid stares directed at him, Tristan squeezed past numerous hot, perspiring bodies, and not the kind one hoped to find naked and willing in bed. With more than a little regret, he banished thoughts of Naked and Willing in order to concentrate on Virtuous and Virginal. First he must locate Lord and Lady Broughton. Perhaps his hostess would introduce him to a sensible young lady of good breeding. Perhaps pigs would fly, too.

He might have avoided all this nonsense if his dear mama had cooperated. When he’d informed her of his bridal requirements a month ago, she’d swatted him with her fan and told him he had rocks in his head.

A loud bang nearly sent him ducking for cover. Feminine gasps erupted all around him. Alarmed, he sought the source of the disturbance and realized it was only the slamming of the card room door. The gentleman responsible for this discourteous act was none other than his oldest friend, Marc Darcett, Earl of Hawkfield.

Tristan hailed Hawk with a wave and walked in that direction. Intent upon reaching his friend, Tristan failed to notice the impending danger until something crunched beneath his shoe. A quick glance to the floor confirmed his worst fear—the thirteenth incident of a dropped fan. Damn and blast, he’d crushed it.

He lifted his gaze, expecting a devious mama and her blushing daughter. Instead, a petite young woman with honey-blond hair stood staring at his shoe. She said something that sounded suspiciously like ashes to ashes, dust to dust. With all the voices ringing in his ears, he assumed he’d misheard.

Though he was tempted to walk past her, he couldn’t ignore the fan he’d broken. “I beg your pardon,” he said, bending to retrieve the mangled ivory sticks.

“You are not to blame. Someone jostled my arm.”

Her excuse was the worst he’d heard yet. He didn’t even bother to hide his cynicism as his gaze traveled up her white gown. Blue ribbons trimmed her bodice, drawing his attention to her generous décolletage. He continued his perusal to her heart-shaped face. She watched him with twitching lips. Pillow-plump lips. He inhaled on a constricted breath. Lord, with that mouth she could make a fortune as a courtesan.

Her long-lashed eyes twinkled. “Sir, if you will return the remains, I will see to its burial.”

Her witty remark stunned him. Belatedly, he realized he was grinning up at her. She probably thought he’d fallen for her ruse. Exasperated with himself, he grasped the broken sticks, rose, and placed the ruined fan in her small gloved hands.

He met her amused gaze again, noting she did not simper or blush. She was no miss fresh out of the schoolroom. “I apologize for the damage. Allow me to make reparations,” he said.

“It is quite beyond repair,” she said.

“I insist upon compensating you for—”

“My pain and suffering?” She laughed. “I assure you the fan’s death is a relief to me. Look, you can see it is exceedingly ugly.”

They’d not had a proper introduction, and yet, she’d invited him to come closer. He decided to oblige her and find out if her intentions extended beyond droll quips. While she chattered about a dim shop light and putrid green paint, he stole another glance at her mouth, picturing those lips damp and kiss-swollen. Slow heat eddied in his veins.

She continued speaking in an unreserved manner as if they were old friends rather than strangers. “Even my maids refused to take the fan,” she said. “So I decided to carry the pitiful thing at least once.”

A footman carrying a tray of champagne paused before them. She lifted up on her toes like a ballerina to place the ruined fan upon it. Pint-sized she might be, but her flimsy skirts outlined a deliciously rounded bottom. He liked voluptuous women, and his practiced eye told him this one had the body of a goddess.

His blood stirred. He wanted her.

A warning clanged in his head. She was probably married, and he never dallied with other men’s wives. Then again, maybe she wasn’t. He found himself hoping she was a willing and lonely widow, but he meant to do more than hope.

“Poor little fan. May you rest in peace.” She pirouetted and gave him a dazzling smile. “There now, I’m done mourning.”

She was exceptionally clever, but without the brittle artifice common among the ton. He caught her gaze, willing her with his eyes. “Now that the funeral is over, perhaps you would allow me to escort you to the refreshment table.” And thence to a more private location.

“You are too kind, but I must return to my friends.”

Triumph surged inside him. She’d said friends, but made no mention of a husband. “Will you allow me the pleasure of your company a little longer? I mean to persuade you to accept my offer.”

“I have dozens of other fans,” she said. “Your apology is more than sufficient.”

She intended to play hard to get. Since he’d come of age, women had always pursued him. At the prospect of a chase, excitement raced through his blood. But he must proceed with caution. If he’d misjudged her, she would take offense. A smile tugged at his mouth. He knew exactly which card to play.

He reached inside his coat and produced his engraved card. “Take it. In the event you change your mind, send round a note.” If she refused, he’d have his answer. But if she accepted, he’d have her name. And soon her.

When she started to reach for the card, he held his breath. Take it, little charmer. I’ll ride you to the stars all night.

She hesitated and then peered at his card. Her doll-like eyes grew round as carriage wheels. She curtseyed, mumbled something he couldn’t hear, and disappeared into the crowd.

Her sudden departure caught him off guard. He took two steps, searching for her, but the crowd had swallowed her. Obviously she’d not known his identity beforehand. But why had she fled?

“There you are.”

At the sound of Hawk’s voice, Tristan turned.

“I tried to save you,” Hawk said, “but that dragon Lady Durmont waylaid me. So who was the latest clumsy belle to accost you?”

“I’ve no idea,” Tristan said. “I take it you do not know her.”

“I never saw her face.” Hawk frowned. “What the devil were you doing engaging a strange lady in conversation?”

“I stepped on her fan.”

Hawk made a sound of disgust. “Follow me.”

As he walked with his friend, Tristan frowned, wondering how he could have misread her signals. Then again, the women who pursued him made no secret of their illicit intentions with their risqué innuendos. The mysterious lady had surprised and intrigued him, but she’d not taken the bait, so he dismissed her from his mind.

Hawk led him over to a wall niche displaying a winged statue of Fortuna, goddess of fortune and fate. “Old boy, you’ve got to be more careful,” Hawk said. “These chits are desperate. One of them might trick you into a compromising situation.”

Tristan huffed. “A cautionary tale in reverse. Lady Rake seduces unsuspecting bachelor.”

“There are plenty of schemers on the marriage mart who would throw away their virtue to marry a duke.”

“Ridiculous.” He’d never fall for such tricks.

“Forget this bridal business for now,” Hawk said. “You needn’t rush to the altar.”

“I’ve left the dukedom unsecured for thirteen years.” With good reason, he silently amended.

Hawk released a loud sigh. “You’re determined to wed.”

“Determined, yes. Whether I’ll succeed is debatable.”

“As usual, you’re making matters much too complicated. You’re in luck. I have a brilliant plan.”

“This ought to prove entertaining,” he said.

“It’s simple,” Hawk said. “Choose the most beautiful belle in the ballroom, get an introduction, and ask her to dance. Then call on her tomorrow and propose. In less than twenty-four hours, you’ll be an engaged man.”

“You call that a brilliant plan?”

Hawk folded his arms over his chest. “What’s wrong with it?”

He huffed. “Most of the beauties I’ve met are vain, silly, and clumsy.”

“You want an ugly wife?”

Tristan scowled. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What the devil do you want?”

“A sensible, respectable, and graceful woman.” He wanted more, but he wasn’t about to confess his fantasies.

“If it’s a boring and plain bride you’re wanting, you need look no further than the wall,” Hawk said, indicating a group of pitiful-looking gels sitting with the dowagers.

Tristan had started to turn away when he saw the amusing lady he’d spoken to earlier. His heartbeat drummed in his ears. She led two gangly young cubs over to the forlorn girls. The chandelier’s soft candlelight illuminated her curly golden hair.

Within minutes, both cubs were escorting wallflowers toward the dance floor. The lady responsible for this turn of events clasped her small gloved hands. As she watched the couples, her plump lips curved into a dreamy smile, and her eyes softened. Transfixed, Tristan forgot to breathe. He’d last seen that expression on a woman after a vigorous bout between the sheets.

Then Lord Broughton and his new bride approached her. All signs of the temptress disappeared as the lady faced the couple. “That’s her,” Tristan said.

Hawk squinted. “Who?”

“The lady I spoke to earlier. She is standing with Broughton and his wife.”

“Lord help us. It’s Miss Mansfield.”

Miss Mansfield? She was a virtuous, unmarried lady? The devil. He’d almost made her an indecent proposition.

Hawk laughed. “You’ve never heard about her?”

“You’re obviously itching to tell me,” he grumbled.

“She makes matches for every ugly duckling in London,” Hawk said, wagging his brows.

Tristan scoffed. “You’re funning me.”

“I’m not jesting. She’s not called Miss Mantrap for nothing,” Hawk said. “The woman is a menace to bachelors. Good old Broughton is a prime example.”

Good old Broughton gazed down at his pretty blond bride. The man looked as if he were suffering from unbridled lust, a term women euphemistically called love.

Hawk regarded Tristan with suspicion. “Why are you so interested in her?”

“Mere curiosity,” he said with a shrug.

Hawk smirked. “Cut line. You thought she was available for dalliance.”

He’d never admit it. No doubt she was as poor as a church mouse, without noble family connections. She probably found matchmaking preferable to taking a position as a lady’s maid or governess. Most likely, she’d only received an invitation to the ball because she’d made Broughton’s match.

He wished she’d not refused his offer to pay for the fan. But he understood her pride all too well, and though he thought her chosen career odd, he couldn’t deny she’d made a successful match for Broughton.

Tristan’s skin tingled. No, he would not stoop to hiring her to find him a bride. He could practically picture the news in the scandal rags. The Desperate Duke has hired a matchmaker.

He was not desperate. He was a bloody duke. With a mere crook of his finger, he could have any woman he wanted. The problem was he didn’t want just any woman. He’d formulated requirements for his ideal bride.

All he needed was to find someone who met them.

He thought about spending week after week trolling for a wife in ballrooms. He thought about fetching fans, handkerchiefs, and parasols. He thought about his need for an heir. His chances of finding his perfect duchess seemed remote at best.

Tristan glanced at Miss Mansfield again and reconsidered. She needed money. He needed a bride. For the right price, Miss Mansfield would keep her involvement a secret from all but the chosen girl and her grateful family.

He frowned, realizing he was basing his decision on one example—Broughton. Hiring Miss Mansfield meant taking a risk, but if her efforts proved unsatisfactory, he could dismiss her. Truthfully, a larger risk loomed. Marriage was for life, and as matters now stood, he was in serious danger of tying himself forever to an unsuitable wife. Or no wife at all, at this rate.

Tristan sized up the situation and realized he had two choices: continue his haphazard search or hire Miss Mansfield. After weeks of pure hell shopping at the marriage mart, the matchmaker won hands-down.

Of course, he had no intention of enlightening his friend. “I’m off to pay my respects to Broughton and his wife.”

Hawk snorted. “This marriage business has addled your brain.”

“I fail to understand what you find so amusing.”

“Miss Mansfield is a happily-ever-after spinster.” Hawk clapped him on the shoulder. “Congratulations, old boy. You’ve just chosen the only woman in the kingdom who won’t wed you.”

Tessa Mansfield wanted to kick herself.

Heaven above, she’d practically flirted with that rake, the Duke of Shelbourne. She’d never seen him before tonight, but she’d heard about his reputation. The gentleman rake, they called him. Everyone said he didn’t gamble to excess. They said he never seduced innocents. Every other female, however, was apparently fair game.

She prided herself on her ability to spot a rake at twenty paces. This particular rake had fooled her with his agreeable manner. But she knew rakes used their charm to disarm their intended victims. She recalled the duke’s slow smile and could not deny she’d let his handsome face turn her head.

Tessa cringed as she recalled the way she’d chattered like a monkey. He must have thought she’d dropped her fan on purpose like all those silly girls she’d read about in the scandal sheets. Oh, how lowering.

She took a deep breath, reminding herself she was unlikely to encounter him again. Thank goodness.

“I am glad to see you, Tessa. I’ve missed you so.”

Tessa returned her attention to Anne, her former companion and dearest friend in the world. “I missed you as well.”

Anne’s eyes misted. “I never imagined I would make such a happy marriage. You made all my dreams come true.”

For nearly a year, Tessa had promoted the match between Anne Mortland and Lord Broughton. More than once, Tessa had feared all would come to naught, but true love and a dusting of luck had culminated in this fairy tale marriage.

Tessa glanced at Lord Broughton. “You both look well, my lord.”

Broughton gazed at his bride with adoration. “I am the happiest of men.”

Tessa’s heart contracted with a yearning for something she could never have.

Anne clasped her arm. “Tessa, look quickly. You do not want to miss seeing Jane dance.”

Tessa lifted up on her toes to see past the crowd. She caught a glimpse of her new companion, Jane Powell, but the fast approach of two fashionable and handsome gentlemen diverted her attention. As they neared, her heart thudded. She recognized the taller man with tousled black hair. It was the Duke of Shelbourne.

She turned round, hoping he’d not seen her. To her mortification, Shelbourne and the other gentleman approached Lord Broughton.

“Shelbourne, Hawk, this is an unexpected pleasure,” Broughton said, rubbing his hands.

Tessa gazed up at the chandelier, wishing she could melt like the wax oozing from the candles. When she’d run away, he’d probably thought she wanted him to chase her. Belatedly, she realized her behavior only made her look guilty and a little foolish. She planted a serene smile on her face as Lord Broughton introduced her to the duke and Lord Hawkfield. Then she curtseyed and rose to find Shelbourne gazing at her. In the light of the chandelier, she could see his eyes were marine blue and fringed by thick black lashes.

“Miss Mansfield and my wife are friends,” Lord Broughton said. “She is the one responsible for our happy union.”

Lord Hawkfield raised his brows in an exaggerated fashion. “I say, a matchmaker? If only I had known of your skills when my sisters were single, Miss Mansfield. You might have saved me the trouble of finding them husbands.”

His mocking tone vexed her. She’d encountered plenty of his kind before, always quick to ridicule her avocation. “I had no idea I had a competitor. Or do you only make matches for relatives?”

Before Lord Hawkfield could reply, the duke cut in. “His self-proclaimed talent is highly overrated.”

She arched her brows. “Should I be relieved?”

“He never stood a chance against you.”

His distinctive baritone voice sent an exquisite shiver along her arms. She mentally shook herself. He’s a rake, he’s a rake, he’s a rake.

The music ended. Lord Hawkfield excused himself and disappeared into the crowd. The duke glanced at her, and then he closed the distance between them.

She looked at him warily. Could he not see she wished him to leave her in peace?

“I apologize for detaining you so long earlier,” he said. “Without a proper introduction, I fear you might have taken offense.”

He’d apologized in a gentlemanly manner, even though she was equally at fault, perhaps more so, since she’d done most of the talking. “No apology is necessary. The circumstances were unusual.”

He inclined his head. Though he did not smile, there was a natural curve to his full lips. His was not the pretty face of a dandy, however. Oh, no, not at all. His thick brows, angular cheekbones, and square jaw were all male. Little wonder women reportedly swooned at his perfection. No, not quite perfect, she thought, detecting a faint shadow along his jaw and above his full upper lip. His valet probably had to shave him twice a day. Her skin prickled at this evidence of the duke’s masculinity.

“There is something I wish to ask you.” His voice rumbled, a sound as rich and irresistible as a cup of chocolate.

Her heart thumped at the low, seductive notes in his voice. She’d thought herself unsusceptible to such tricks, but evidently her traitorous body was not.

“May I call upon you tomorrow afternoon?” he asked.

“Your Grace, if this concerns my fan, I beg you to forget the matter.” There, that should settle his concern once and for all.

“It is not about the fan,” he said. “I have appointments early in the afternoon. May I call at four o’clock?”

She regarded him with suspicion. “Why not tell me now?”

“I prefer to discuss it in private, if you are amenable.”

In private? Did he mean to make her a dishonorable proposal? Then her common sense prevailed. A handsome rake like him would have no interest in a plump spinster.

His mouth curved in the merest of smiles. “You hesitate. I can hardly blame you after I discomposed you earlier.”

She lifted her chin. “I was not discomposed.” What a bouncer. She’d fled as if the engraving on his card read His Grace, the Duke of Devilbourne.

“I will of course abide by your decision.” Then he gazed into her eyes with such intensity, she stilled like a rabbit in the woods. He drew her in, mesmerizing her with his arresting blue eyes. She felt the pull of his will like a swift current. And everything inside her said yes. “Very well,” she said breathlessly.

“Thank you. Until tomorrow.” He sketched a formal bow and walked away.

She let out her pent-up breath. Good God, he’d seduced her into agreeing.

Anne approached, using her fan to shield her voice. “What were you and the duke discussing?”

Tessa thought it best not to reveal his intended visit until she knew his purpose. “Nothing of consequence.” But he wanted something from her. She suppressed a shiver.

“He spoke to you at length,” Anne said. “You must tell me what he said.”

“You make too much of the matter.” Why had she let him turn her head?

“He looked at you like a starving wolf. Stay away from him,” Anne said. “He is well-respected for his politics, but even Geoffrey admitted the duke has a notorious reputation with women. He probably has one hundred notches in his bedpost.”

Tessa scoffed. “I’m sure he has no interest in carving one for an aging spinster like me.”

“You are only six and twenty,” Anne said. “Why must you always demean your charms?”

She ignored her friend’s question. “Do not worry. I am in no danger of falling for a rake’s wiles.” Even if he’d persuaded her to let him call tomorrow, and she’d accepted against her better judgment.

Anne drew closer. “He has a reputation as a legendary lover. Women throw themselves in his path. I heard he can persuade a woman to do his bidding with his eyes.”

Tessa gulped, knowing it was true.

Anne surveyed the crowd and grabbed Tessa’s arm. “Look, there he is now by the hearth. Do you see that woman with him? That is Lady Endicott, a formerly respectable widow—until she met Shelbourne.”

Tessa glanced in that direction. A tall, raven-haired beauty with jade feathers in her bandeau slid her finger along Shelbourne’s lapel. Then the widow leaned against him and whispered in his ear. He turned his head and flicked her earbob.

Tessa gasped. Stars above. She’d invited that shameless rake to her drawing room.

His teeth flashed in a roguish grin. Then he winked at the lady and strode off.

“How could he engage in such brazen flirtation when his sister is present?” Anne said, her voice outraged.

Tessa swerved her gaze to Anne. “His sister?”

“Lady Julianne,” Anne said. “She is dancing with Lord Holbrook.”

The dark-haired young woman laughed as she skipped past her partner. Her complexion glowed with the radiance of youth, and her gold-netted gown set off her slender figure to perfection. A sliver of envy lodged in Tessa’s throat. Long ago, she’d missed her own opportunity to have a season. Most of the time, she refused to dwell on the past, but once in a while, regret shadowed her heart.

Anne regarded Tessa. “Lady Julianne is purported to have declined more than a dozen marriage proposals since her come-out three years ago.”

“She sounds very particular.”

“Perhaps it is her brother who is particular,” Anne said. “Some say the duke believes no man is good enough for his sister.”

Tessa stilled. Did he mean to ask her to make a match for his sister tomorrow? No, surely he would rely on his mother’s advice. Why then had he insisted on calling?



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  • Posted September 8, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    Exciting and well written. finished it in half a day. Very enjoy

    Exciting and well written. finished it in half a day. Very enjoyable

    10 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2012

    ?

    She strikes again. Harriet klausner, the book revealer. Come on bn. Stop this egotistical wannabe from ruining books. Every poster that posts these long dissertations and plot reveals shoukd b banned from posting.

    9 out of 15 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2012

    Stop it

    Its a review...not a book report! A review means ..did u like it or not...quit telling the whole story...idiots!

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 10, 2011

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    A Rare original in a Much Copied Genre

    I adored this book. It's basically The Bachelor meets regency era London, except The Bachelor ends up falling for his matchmaker. I love a romance novel that makes me laugh out loud with it's witty dialogue, and this one definitely had me going at times. It's sensual, funny, and a great story. I'd highly recommend.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 30, 2012

    The Bachelor - historical version

    The story begins with Tessa, a spinster (age 26), acting as matchmaker for wallflowers. She had six successful matches the prior year and has now been asked to take on the role for 31-year old Tristan, The Duke of Shelbourne. Twenty-four eligible girls are chosen and each week there are social games and events and a number of girls are eliminated each week until only two remain. If you are familiar with, and enjoy, The Bachelor TV show, you will love this book. It is one of those books that the entire story revolves around the two main characters with witty dialogue and sexual tension. Highly Recommended

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2011

    Truly Enjoyed!

    I truly enjoyed this book. I loved Tessa and Tristan. To watch their love grow, was just great. I just wished they had figured out their love and passion sooner. They kept me on pins and needles till the end. I also like the sub characters of the Duchess, Julianna, Hawk, Amy and Georgette. I can not wait till Hawk and Julianna's story and see how much meddling the Duchess does with them.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 10, 2011

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    Hilariously fun - this historical romance by Vicky Dreiling is a keeper!

    How to Marry a Duke is such a fun read. Just to prove it to you, here's a passage I particularly liked:

    "Suppose you were competing with another man for a girl's affections. The other gentleman brings flowers and sends poetry. What would you do to top him?"

    "Shoot him."


    I guess you have to read it in context. But How to Marry a Duke combines two romantic leads that have spent much of their adult lives adhering to duty and sacrificing for their families. The matchmaker is now one of the wealthiest women in England and doesn't want a man dictating her life. The Duke has decided to outsource the search for a bride to a professional -- he doesn't just want a pretty face, he wants someone intelligent, independent and rational. And he's drawn to the curvy matchmaker. When he finds himself urrounded by twenty-four of the most accomplished and eligible young women and their mothers, the Duke realizes that the "confidential" search for his Duchess has taken a very strange turn.

    Contests, quizzes, essay exams, interviews -- the matchmaker and Duke come up with all sorts of ways to find the perfect match. And Dreiling takes full advantage of the situation. How to Marry a Duke had me chuckling and crying. It's a thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying read!

    ISBN-10: 0446565377 - Mass Market Paperback $7.99
    Publisher: Forever; Original edition (January 3, 2011), 432 pages.
    Review copy provided by the publisher.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2012

    Very frustrating

    Certain elements of the story were fun, but it kept dragging on and on at the end. The storyline was frustrating... you have to read through like a bajillion pages of "I don't deserve him/we can never be together/my secrets are so horrible there is no possible way he would understand" angst. When you FINALLY get to the end, the resolution is rushed and too simple. Suddenly all the problems go away, everyone professes their love, and then it ends.

    Parts were funny/entertaining and I really wanted to like it. It was just hard to get through.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2012

    Difficult to Follow

    The story did not have an even flow. The characters popped up at random times and the relationships were disjointed.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2012

    How to marry a duke

    284 pgs...The author obviously garnered the idea for this book from the television show, "The Bachelor". Discourse was witty and fun. Though i usually enjoy some suspense, I was disappointed to find out the previous relationship between Tessa and her friend's brother was predictable, but that i had to wait until literally the end of the book to find that out. I thought there would be more of a surprise to that story. There could also have been more tension during meetings between Tessa and the duke. Otherwise, a decent read for the money.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2012

    Awesome read...highly recommend!!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 21, 2011

    makes a great cry

    This is the best romance I have read in years! What a book!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 20, 2011

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    A great romance with a strong heroine!

    This was another great romance. I loved the story. It was such an interesting idea, and it was pulled off superbly! A matchmaker falling in love with a client? How scandalous!

    Tessa was a great character. She was so independent and strong in a time when strong women were frowned upon. And yet she still managed to make a fairly decent life for herself. She kept her feelings bottled up, because that was what was expected of her, yet she knew that to be truly happy she would have to do things that went the status-quo, but since that was how her whole life had been when she realized what she had to do she went for it. Tristan was a great hero. He made all the women swoon, and how could he not? The most eligible bachelor and handsome to boot! He seemed a bit superficial at times, but then the more we learn about his intentions he becomes such a sweetheart and you really begin pulling for him to get what he wants, which is ultimately Tessa.

    Tessa's secret, which she thought had be successfully kept hidden comes to play and things get a bit hairy for both Tessa and Tristan as they try to find Tristan the perfect wife. It makes for a great story. It was a great love story. I can't wait to get my hands on the next in this series. .

    A review copy was provided by Hachette Book Group.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 10, 2011

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    Bridget's Review

    Saucy and entertaining, How To Marry A Duke reminded me about the meaning of historical romance. Tristan is absolutely dreamy and his affection for Tessa is mouth-watering. Vicky wove the perfect tale and I can't wait to see what else she has in store.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2014

    Wonderful

    Collins story was good towards the end. This one was my cup of tea. You are a wonderful writer and I enjoy this and as for your reader I am sure they will also. I don't tell the story when I give a review that not what a review is about. So if you want to know why I gave the book 4 stars well you will have to read it and see if you agree. Ms. D from Bronx NY

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2014

    Loved it

    I read regency romance novels as a lighthearted diversion, not as great stories. This was a fabulous story and believable with characters that developed and evolved. Couldnt put it down. So very glad I got this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2013

    Awesome

    Very entertaining fun and romantic story !!!!

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    Posted January 26, 2013

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    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2012

    I Loved it!

    A must read! Lots of laughs! A tender story of love for two people who least expected to find it. Kept this reader intrigued and guessing how the conflicts would be resolved.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 8, 2012

    LOL funny

    Excellent regency! Well written, loved all the characters, LOL funny ! I highly recommend.

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