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The Dashing Duke…
Lenore Lester was perfectly content with her quiet country life, caring for her father, and having no desire for marriage. She took steps to remain inconspicuous and tried her best to show indifference — but to no avail! The irresistible Duke of Eversleigh had found her out and was quite persistent in his affections....
The Shy Miss!
Notoriously charming Jason, Duke of Eversleigh, could easily see behind Miss Lenore’s brilliant disguise. Though the awkward lady hid behind glasses and pulled-back hair, she couldn’t cover her beauty. And Jason was ever determined to loosen the hold she had on her heart.
"Impossible!" he muttered, the word heavy with contemptuous disdain laced with an odd reluctance. As the sound of his cousin Hector's retreating footsteps dwindled, Jason's gaze left the door, travelling across the laden bookcases to the large canvas mounted on a nearby wall.
Expression bleak, he studied the features of the young man depicted there, the impudent, devil-may-care smile and mischievous grey eyes topped by wind-tousled dark brown hair. Broad shoulders were clad in the scarlet of regimentals, a lance stood to one side, all evidence of the subject's occupation. A muscle twitched at the corner of Jason's mouth. He quelled it, his austere, chiselled features hardening into a mask of chilly reserve.
The door opened to admit a gentleman, elegantly garbed and smiling amiably. He paused with his hand on the knob and raised a brow enquiringly.
"I saw your cousin depart. Are you safe?"
With the confidence of one sure of his welcome, Frederick Marshall did not wait for an answer but, shutting the door, strolled towards the desk between the long windows.
His Grace of Eversleigh let out an explosive sigh. "Damn it, Frederick, this is no laughing matter! Hector Montgomery is a man-milliner! It would be the height of irresponsibility for me to allow him to step into the ducal shoes. Even I can't stomach the thought - and I wouldn't be here to see it."
Pushing back his chair, Jason swung to face his friend as he sank into an armchair nearby. "More to the point," he continued, stretching his long legs before him, a somewhat grim smile twisting his lips, "tempting though the idea might be, if I introduced cher Hector to the family as my heir, there'd be a riot - a mutiny in the Montgomery ranks. Knowing my aunts, they would press for incarceration until such time as I capitulated and wed."
"I dare say your aunts would be delighted to know you see the problem - and its solution - so clearly."
At that, Jason's piercing gaze focused on his friend's face. "Just whose side are you on, Frederick?"
Frederick smiled. "Need you ask? But there's no sense in ducking the facts. Now Ricky's gone, you'll have to wed. And the sooner you make up your mind to it, the less likely it will be that your aunts, dear ladies, think to take a hand themselves - don't you think?"
Having delivered himself of this eminently sound piece of advice, Frederick sat back and watched his friend digest it. Sunshine shone through the windows at Jason's back, burnishing the famous chestnut locks cut short in the prevailing mode. Broad shoulders did justice to one of Schultz's more severe designs, executed in grey superfine, worn over tightly fitting pantaloons. The waistcoat Frederick espied beneath the grey coat, a subtle thing in shades of deeper grey and muted lavender, elicited a twinge of envy. There was one man in all of England who could effortlessly make Frederick Marshall feel less than elegant and that man was seated behind the desk, sunk in unaccustomed gloom.
Both bachelors, their association was bound by many common interests, but in all their endeavours it was Jason who excelled. A consummate sportsman, a noted whip, a hardened gamester and acknowledged rake, dangerous with pistols - and even more dangerous with women. Unused to acknowledging any authority beyond his own whims, the fifth Duke of Eversleigh had lived a hedonistic existence that few, in this hedonistic age, could match.
Which, of course, made the solution to his present predicament that much harder to swallow.
Seeing Jason's gaze, pensive yet stubborn, rise to the portrait of his younger brother, known to all as Ricky, Frederick stifled a sigh. Few understood how close the brothers had been, despite the nine years' difference in age. At twenty-nine, Ricky had possessed a boundless charm which had cloaked the wilful streak he shared with Jason - the same wilful streak that had sent him in the glory of his Guards' captaincy to Waterloo, there to die at Hougoumont. The dispatches had heaped praise on all the fated Guards-men who had defended the vital fort so valiantly, yet no amount of praise had eased the grief, all the more deep for being so private, that Jason had borne.
For a time the Montgomery clan had held off, aware, as others were not, of the brothers' affection. However, as they were also privy to the understanding that had been forged years before - that Ricky, much less cynical, much less hard than Jason, would take on the responsibility of providing for the next generation, leaving his older brother free to continue his life unfettered by the bonds of matrimony, it was not to be expected that the family's interest in Jason's affairs would remain permanently deflected. Consequently, when Jason had re-emerged, taking up his usual pursuits with a vigour which, Frederick shrewdly suspected, had been fuelled by a need to bury the recent past, his aunts became restive. When their arrogantly errant nephew continued to give no hint of turning his attention to what they perceived as a now pressing duty, they had, collectively, deemed it time to take a hand.
Tipped off by one of Jason's redoubtable aunts, Lady Agatha Colebatch, Frederick had deemed it wise to prod Jason's mind to deal with the matter before his aunts made his hackles rise. It was at his urging that Jason had finally consented to meet with his heir, a cousin many times removed.
The silence was broken by a frustrated snort.
"Damn you, Ricky," Jason grumbled, his gaze on his brother's portrait. "How dare you go to hell in your own way and leave me to face this hell on earth?"
Detecting the resigned undertones in his friend's complaint, Frederick chuckled. "Hell on earth?"
Abruptly straightening and swinging back to his desk, Jason raised his brows. "Can you think of a better description for the sanctified institution of marriage?"
"Oh, I don't know." Frederick waved a hand. "No reason it has to be as bad as all that."
Jason's grey gaze transfixed him. "You being such an expert on the matter?"
"Hardly me - but I should think you could figure as such."
"Me?" Jason looked his amazement.
"Well, all your recent mistresses have been married, haven't they?"
Frederick's air of innocence deceived Jason not one whit. Nevertheless, his lips twitched and the frown which had marred his strikingly handsome countenance lifted. "Your misogyny defeats you, my friend. The women I bed are prime reasons for my distrust of the venerable bonds of matrimony. Such women are perfect examples of what I should not wish for in a wife."
"Precisely," agreed Frederick. "So at least you have that much insight." He looked up to discover Jason regarding him intently, a suspicious glint in his silver-grey eyes.
"Frederick, dear chap, you aren't by any chance possessed of an ulterior motive in this matter, are you? Perchance my aunts have whispered dire threats in your ear?"
To his confusion, Frederick blushed uncomfortably. "Damn you, Jason, get those devilish eyes off me. If you must know, Lady Agatha did speak to me, but you know she's always been inclined to take your side. She merely pointed out that her sisters were already considering candidates and if I wished to avert a major explosion I'd do well to bring the matter to your mind."
Jason grimaced. "Well, consider it done. But having accomplished so much, you can damn well help me through the rest of it. Who the devil am I to marry?"
The question hung in the calm of the library while both men considered the possible answers.
(Continues...)
Excerpted from The Reasons For Marriage by Stephanie Laurens Copyright © 2004 by Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.. Excerpted by permission.
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Anonymous
Posted May 8, 2008
I thought this book was incredible boring. Nothing happens in it and the 'heroine' 'if we need to call her that' is pathetically weak. Neither of the main characters is likable or interesting. Do not waste your money.
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Posted January 28, 2013
Questionable! When I first this book I thought it was me who was having a hard time with it but I can see by the other reviews it was not me. The story line was good but the content within the story was not. It was a lot about the what was going on but not enough about the main characters. They warn Lenore not bring his brother death and I thought this is going to be a point of interest within the story but it wasn't. Lenore, somewhere at the beginning has a reason why she doesn't want to get married but it is never confronted. In stead of focusing on their problems there was all the functions she attended and him following. It was actually boring.
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Posted February 17, 2012
this is one of my favorite books by Ms. Laurens, and I've read most of them. The heroine is kind of railroaded into marriage, but what I like is this is more from the hero's perspective than hers. And he doesn't really want to get married, but his brother (who was supposed to supply the next generation) is killed in battle. So he makes a list of qualities his wife must possess and narrows it down to one. She is happy with her life as it is. And so it begins....
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Posted February 12, 2012
Good story; pretty much standard Stephanie Laurens fare. Worth the money and time spent reading.
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Posted January 3, 2012
Not her best
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Posted December 30, 2011
Simplified writing.
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Posted January 15, 2011
Although this story was delightful and the characters well drawn, Harlequin dropped the ball by not using a unicode font for the "Nook" version. Every word that should have had a diacritical displayed either a series of numbers or with an embedded question mark. The reader has to infer the appropriate accents. This was quite distracting for what would have been an otherwise enjoyable read.
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Posted May 23, 2004
I found this book to be highly entertaining, and brought me back into the land of romance novels. I found the details to be great, and the characters to be refreshing on their thoughts and actions.
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Overview
The Dashing Duke…
Lenore Lester was perfectly content with her quiet country life, caring for her father, and having no desire for marriage. She took steps to remain inconspicuous and tried her best to show indifference — but to no avail! The irresistible Duke of Eversleigh had found her out and was quite persistent in his affections....
The Shy Miss!
Notoriously charming Jason, Duke of Eversleigh, could ...