When A Duke Says I Do

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Miss Elsie Stanhope resided in Nottinghamshire, an area so rich in titled gentlemen, so felicitous for marriage-minded mamas, it was called"the Dukeries." Indeed, Elsie had been betrothed since childhood to the heir of a dukedom. She had no expectation it would be a love match. Still less that she would enter into a shockingly scandalous affair with an altogether different sort of lover. And the very last thing she imagined was that the mysteries of his birth would be unraveled with as many unforeseen twists and ...

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Overview

Miss Elsie Stanhope resided in Nottinghamshire, an area so rich in titled gentlemen, so felicitous for marriage-minded mamas, it was called"the Dukeries." Indeed, Elsie had been betrothed since childhood to the heir of a dukedom. She had no expectation it would be a love match. Still less that she would enter into a shockingly scandalous affair with an altogether different sort of lover. And the very last thing she imagined was that the mysteries of his birth would be unraveled with as many unforeseen twists and turns as the deepest secrets of her heart.

Praise for the novels of Jane Goodger

"Gentle humor, witty banter, and attractive characters." —Library Journal on Marry Christmas

"A touching, compassionate, passion-filled romance." —Romantic Times on A Christmas Waltz

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Despite improbable twists and turns, Goodger’s Regency debut abounds with quiet charm. For Miss Elizabeth Stanhope it’s a delightful coincidence that a renowned painter and his young, handsome, mute assistant, Alexander, seem able to intuit her wishes for the mural they’re painting in her ballroom. It must be finished in time for Elsie’s 22nd birthday ball, when her engagement to a wealthy duke’s son will be announced, so the artists work day and night. One evening, insomniac Elsie, wanders into the ballroom and learns that the real genius behind the mural is Alexander. Elsie captivates him with her beauty and naïveté, and they fall in love. The only obstacles to their happiness are class differences, her betrothal, and a host of stock antagonists and coincidences that loosen the novel’s tenuous grip on the reader’s credulity. (Dec.)
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  • ISBN-13: 9781420111514
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 12/1/2011
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 4.29 (w) x 6.81 (h) x 1.03 (d)

Meet the Author

Jane Goodger lives in Wickford, Rhode Island with her husband and two children. Goodger worked as a journalist for eleven years and was national editor of a business magazine before devoting herself to writing romances full time. She was winner of the 1997 HOLT Medallion for her debut book.

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When a Duke Says I Do


By Jane Goodger

ZEBRA BOOKS

Copyright © 2011 Jane Goodger
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4201-1151-4


Chapter One

Nottinghamshire, England, 1862

One of the more harrowing tasks of the servants of Mansfield Hall was searching for Miss Elsie, who had a tendency to fall asleep in the oddest places. They once found her balancing precariously on the edge of a fountain, one hand dangling in the water as carp nibbled curiously and painlessly upon her fingers. Though the servants always began their search in her rooms, it was almost inevitable that they would find her where she oughtn't to be— and never in her bed.

"Don't she look like an angel, though," Missy Slater, Elsie's personal maid, said, gazing down at her employer as she slept like the dead curled up in an oversized leather chair in her father's library.

Mrs. Whitehouse, the housekeeper, was far less charitable, and scowled down at the sleeping girl. "As if I have time for this," she grumbled, then cleared her throat loudly in an attempt to awaken her.

"You has to give 'er a good shake," Missy said, doing just that. She was rewarded when Elsie's moss-green eyes opened drowsily, and she smiled. She nearly always woke up smiling.

"What am I missing?" she asked, as she always did. She was feeling a bit groggy, for she must have been sleeping for at least an hour. The servants had been instructed to never awaken Elsie unless something of importance had happened.

"That Frenchie painter is here," Missy said. "I know you wanted to be in the ballroom when your father met with him."

"Monsieur Laurent Desmarais, Miss Elizabeth. He arrived not ten minutes ago," Mrs. Whitehouse said, glaring at Missy for her familiarity. Missy made a face behind the housekeeper's back and Elsie found herself trying not to smile at her maid. Just because she knew she should, she gave Missy a halfhearted stern look, which only caused the little maid to shrug innocently.

"Thank you, ladies," she said, bouncing up, as if she hadn't just been sound asleep. She patted her golden-brown hair, which was none worse for having been slept upon, and headed off to the ballroom. Having the great Laurent Desmarais paint a mural on their ballroom wall was a great coup for the Stanhope family. Usually, the famous muralist painted for no one beneath the level of a viscount, but her father, Baron Huntington, had more pounds than the typical baron, and apparently that income was more than Monsieur Desmarais could resist.

The Stanhope estate was in close proximity to the Dukeries, an area of Nottinghamshire that had an excessive number of dukes, making it a rather fortunate place for any family with girls of marrying age. Elsie had the good fortune of having been engaged to a future duke from the time she was an infant. At least, her father insisted it was good fortune. Elsie thought the idea of having her future laid out before her rather uninspiring.

Which was why having Monsieur Desmarais agree to paint their ballroom was so very exciting. So little of anything nearing excitement happened at Mansfield Hall.

Elsie lifted her skirts and ran, her slippers tap-tapping on the marble floor, as she hurried to the ballroom, a fairly new addition to their sprawling old home. There she found her father in deep discussion with a rather rotund-looking man, whose mustache was so thin, it looked as if it had been painted upon his face. His hair had too much pomade and his clothing looked about to burst away from his porcine body.

"Ah, this must be the beautiful Mademoiselle Elizabeth," he said in his delightful French accent, and instantly Elsie forgave him his rather dubious charms. She'd conjured up a far more romantic image of the famous painter and felt rather ridiculous about that now.

Elsie dipped a curtsy. "Monsieur Desmarais, un plaisir," she said, in impeccable French. "Veuillez m'appeler, Mademoiselle Elsie."

"Of course. Mademoiselle Elsie. Lord Huntington was telling me a bit of your wishes. You require a large mural, no?"

"Yes. I would like it to cover this entire wall," she said, indicating a large barren wall that had been stripped of all decoration in preparation for the muralist. A man was there, his back to them, laying out a drop cloth to protect the ballroom's marble floor.

"My assistant, Andre," Monsieur Desmarais said, nodding toward the man, who froze momentarily at the muralist's words before continuing his work. "He does not speak, but he hears perfectly fine, the poor soul. He's been with me since he was a boy. His English name is Alexander, but I call him by his French name."

"How very charitable of you," Elsie said.

Monsieur Desmarais puffed up a bit, seeming pleased by Elsie's comment. "Do you have anything particular in mind for the mural?" he asked. "I understand you admired Lady Browning's mural last Season."

"Indeed I did. But I was thinking of something else. I was thinking of perhaps a lake." She gave him an impish smile, acknowledging her whimsy. "A magical lake."

"Magical?" Monsieur asked, with obvious skepticism.

Elsie smiled, her eyes full of merriment. "A secret lake might be a better description. Or one long forgotten. With a gazebo, at the far end." From the corner of her eye, she could sense the assistant turning his head a bit as if to hear better what she was planning. "It's painted white, but with paint chipping and rotted wood, perhaps. But I want it to look enchanted, not neglected, if you know what I mean. And in the center of the small lake"—she closed her eyes—"a rock formation, jutting out."

At that moment a loud clatter sounded and Elsie opened her eyes. The mute had apparently dropped a supply of brushes. In rapid French, Monsieur chastised the younger man. "He is not usually so clumsy," he said apologetically. "Usually as silent as a little mouse, that one."

"Do you think you could paint that? I remember such a lake from my girlhood. There were no swans, but you may add some for visual interest or whatever you like."

"Just a lake?"

"A secret lake," she said, teasing. "I wonder if it would be possible to paint it as if someone is seeing it through branches or trees?"

"This would be difficult," he said slowly, staring at the wall, his eyes falling briefly on his assistant. "But I think it can be done."

"Wonderful," Elsie said, clapping her hands together. "And will it be done in time for my birthday ball? I'll be twenty-two on September the fourteenth. Is that enough time?"

"I will endeavor to complete the mural for you in time, Mademoiselle Elsie."

"It shall be the best of all balls," Elsie said, grabbing her father's arm and hugging it to her. "Thank you, Father."

Lord Huntington gazed down affectionately at his daughter, and Elsie smiled, a bit guiltily, up at him. She knew she could ask her father for the moon and the man would try to give it to her. And since her mother died three years before, he'd been even more indulgent. Even though she was already engaged—and had been for seventeen years—her father had given her a Season in London to introduce her to the society she would soon be an integral part of. Since her fiancé seemed to be in no hurry to marry, Elsie wanted to experience as much fun as she could before the daunting duties of being a duchess claimed her.

"It shall be a lovely mural," Elsie said, watching as Monsieur Desmarais donned his smock. With a fine charcoal pencil, he began the barest outline of what Elsie knew would be a work of art. She knew, because Lady Browning's rose garden mural was quite the most beautiful thing she'd seen. She'd half expected the air in the lady's ballroom to smell of roses, so real and life-like was that fanciful garden. Lady Browning's only complaint was that Desmarais had included a few fading blooms, which the countess claimed her gardener would never allow.

When Elsie saw that painting, the exquisite detail, the realness that made her feel as if she could walk right into that garden and touch a pointed thorn, she knew she had to have a mural of her own. She knew, without even thinking, what she wanted the subject matter to be. It had to be of that secret lake at Warbeck Abbey, where she and her sister had played, making believe they had discovered something truly magical. They'd never told a soul about the lake, about how they'd dangled bare toes into the cool water while sitting on a dock that was beginning to sag rather dangerously. Elsie and Christine had always dreaded their visits to Warbeck Abbey, for it was such a dour, strict place where the laughter of children seemed out of place. But after they'd discovered the lake, their visits had become far more tolerable.

The mural would be a happy reminder of her sister, who she still so desperately missed. They'd been twins, identical in nearly every way and inseparable, and her death twelve years earlier had affected Elsie profoundly.

"Let's leave them to their work," Elsie said, leading her father out of the ballroom. "I have about a dozen letters to write before meeting with the chef. Are you planning any dinner parties in the next few weeks, Father?"

"No, dear. Nothing special."

Elsie frowned, and started to say something but stopped herself. Her birthday ball would be the first large social gathering they'd had at Mansfield Hall since her mother's death. While many a man would have remarried already, Michael Stanhope missed his wife desperately and only recently had begun accepting invitations. If not for her aunt Diane, Elsie was quite certain she wouldn't have had a Season at all. Her father simply had no interests other than wandering the countryside and collecting unusual lichens. They were quite beautiful, but his preoccupation with them was at times a bit worrying. He carried a magnifying glass and sketchbook with him and would disappear for hours at a time. He seemed content enough, but Elsie did worry about him.

Perhaps as much as her father worried about her. What a pair they were—a father who wandered the forest and a daughter who was afraid to fall asleep.

Chapter Two

Like a dutiful girl, Elsie went to her room just after ten o'clock and donned her nightclothes as if she had every intention of going to bed. And like most nights, after Missy had said good night, she stared at her bed, that most hated of all places, and sat in a chair by the fire with a book, feeling her eyes burn from weariness.

Christine had died in her bed. Not the one that sat in Elsie's room now; her mother and father had removed it long ago thinking that would help their remaining daughter rest. They'd even allowed her to change her room, but Elsie could not bring herself to do it, to lie in a bed without thinking about Christine, her sister and her heart, smiling over at her.

They were ten years old, and that night they had whispered to each other in the dark about how they would go into the forest and search for the haunted cottage one of the village children had told them about. Even though it sounded suspiciously like the German fairy tale, Hansel and Gretel, they convinced themselves that the cottage did, indeed exist. Hadn't they found a secret lake by themselves? Certainly they could find a haunted cottage.

They fell asleep just as the moonlight was beginning to edge up her bed, but only Elsie woke up the next morning. She tried not to think about that moment, the awful realization, the instinctive, stomach-dropping knowledge, that her sister was gone. Christine had been cold and lifeless and even though Elsie had screamed for help, and screamed and screamed, she'd known her sister was dead. The loss was fathomless, and even now, years and years later, Elsie would sometimes miss her sister so much it was a physical ache.

So, no, Elsie did not go to bed that night. She hadn't slept in a bed in twelve years. Christine was her twin, her second half, and when Elsie was still a child she'd decided that if she fell asleep in her bed, she would die, too. Someone would come into her room in the morning and find her cold, lifeless body, just as she had found Christine. Elsie knew she was being silly, but the fear was so ingrained, so much a part of her now, she simply could not do it. She'd tried, only to break into a cold sweat, then break down and cry. Over the years, her father had given up and let her wander the house at night, knowing it was the only thing that gave her comfort. When she was still a child, the servants would find her curled up in the library, fast asleep. She would awaken, frightened, confused until she realized where she was and that she was still breathing. And that Christine was still gone.

"You can be sure if I had a bed as comfortable as yours, I'd be sleepin' in it," Missy had told her once after spending a good deal of time looking for her.

"Don't scold," Elsie had said. "Perhaps I will tonight." But she never did.

Elsie stared at her bed and told herself as she had every day since Christine's death that nothing would happen to her if she just lay down, pulled the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes. But whenever she did that, she began to be aware of her breathing—in, out, in, out—so aware that it was difficult to breathe at all. With a little sigh of frustration, Elsie grabbed her wrap and pulled it on, then tip-toed to the door separating her room from the small one where Missy slept each night. Pressing her ear to the door, she could hear her maid's soft snores, and smiled. A cannon could go off in her room and Missy would not hear it. Still, she opened her door quietly and stepped into the hall, lit only by a half-moon.

No one could navigate the house in the dark as well as Elsie. It wasn't much of a talent, but she was rather proud of this ability anyway. She moved down the hall to the main staircase, walking quickly and quietly down the grand curving stairs on tip-toe.

Then stopped cold.

A light shone from the ballroom. A light never shone anywhere in this house at night. Ever. Elsie stared at that slice of light for a moment before deciding that perhaps Monsieur Desmarais must have left a lamp lit. She would have to talk to him about that, as a lit lamp could easily lead to a fire, especially in a home with a cat. Even though Sir Galahad was put out most nights, sometimes the servants could not find him and he remained indoors.

A noise from the room made her heart skitter. Certainly Monsieur Desmarais could not be working at this time of night. It was well after midnight. The ballroom could only be accessed from a set of double doors and several French doors that led to the outside terrace but which were always kept locked. Elsie considered sneaking outside and seeing who was in the room, but she'd not donned her slippers and the grass outside was sure to be cold and wet from dew. Holding her breath, she moved to the door, her hand on the latch, listening intently. Yes, there was someone—or something— in that room scratching about and it sounded much too large to be Sir Galahad. She pulled on the door latch, squeezing her eyes shut, and gave silent thanks to their well-trained staff who regularly oiled the doors to eliminate squeaks. A small slice of light lit her hand, hit her face, and she peeked inside. At the far end of the ballroom was a man, tall and powerful, making sweeping gestures along the wall. It took her a moment before she realized it must be Monsieur Desmarais's assistant.

How curious. She watched as he drew on the wall, fine lines, outlining what would eventually be the mural. For long minutes she watched, fascinated with the sure way he worked, almost as if in a frenzy, slashing, moving about with controlled grace, hardly paying attention to what he was doing. Monsieur Desmarais was nowhere in sight. The room held only the couch and table she'd had placed there so she might read in the sunlight on cold days, for the ballroom was the sunniest, warmest place in the house in winter. In fact, the book she'd been reading still lay upon the table where she'd sat just that afternoon after the artist and his assistant had stopped for the day. Why was this man here now? And why was he doing what Monsieur Desmarais should be? For long minutes she watched him, and saw a vision slowly appearing before her— the lake, the rocks, the gazebo, and around it all the twining branches and vines. It was only the outline and already it was magnificent. And it had not been there this afternoon when she'd picked up her book. At that time, the wall had only a very few lines upon it, a grid of sorts and nothing more.

Elsie thought of the beautiful mural in Lady Browning's home, and wondered if this man were the artist, not the famous muralist and knew, instinctively, that she was right.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from When a Duke Says I Do by Jane Goodger Copyright © 2011 by Jane Goodger. Excerpted by permission of ZEBRA BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted December 1, 2011

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    The best Historical Romance I've read this year!

    Originally posted at My Cute Bookshelf.

    In When a Duke Says I Do, Elsie Stanhope has been betrothed to Lord Hathwaite since a young age. She doesn¿t really love him, but she feels it¿s her duty to marry him. When Elsie meets Alexander, a young and handsome assistant painter who comes to help draw a mural at her home, she feels a connection to him. She¿s been living in pain ever since a childhood event happened, and Alexander brings peace to her mind. It¿s thanks to him that she finally feels alive. However, there is more to Alexander than meets the eye. He¿s had a tortured past and a secret that could hurt Elsie like no other secret could.

    This historical novel was like no other I¿d ever read before. I started reading this novel after being in a reading slump, and it was just perfect. I found myself going through it in no time. It was that entertaining. The plot for When a Duke Says I Do was great. I admit that I was expecting something different from what the summary said, but what I found in the book was an even better story. There was a perfect amount of drama in this book, and I felt like it fit well with the plot. The writing was also fitting to the story, it was fun and enjoyable. I enjoyed Goodger's writing style; I thought it was refreshing and different. The pacing was great as well. As I read this book, I needed to know what would happen next and finished the book very fast.

    The characters in the story were all great. There was a lot of tension between them, and all their actions were justified. Elsie was a sweet heroine to read about. She was strong enough to know what she wanted. Even though some things were against social convention, Elsie still did what her heart told her instead of her mind. I really enjoyed that. Then there was Alexander. He had gone through a troubled past. This man was tortured but he still kept going on. I loved reading about him; he¿s honestly one of the best heroes I¿ve read about in historical romance. I could relate so much to him. Also, the ¿bad guy¿ in this story was so despicable. I found myself disliking him greatly, which is perfect because that¿s what I was supposed to feel for him.

    Overall, When a Duke Says I Do was a refreshing read. It was full of romance, drama and tension. This is the best historical romance novel I¿ve read this year, and nothing has been able to compare. If you¿re into the genre, this is a must read. I loved it and am looking forward to reading more books by Jane Goodger.

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  • Posted March 15, 2012

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    Enjoyable Read

    Reviewed By~Shannon
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    Jane Goodger is an author who is new to me, so I wasn’t sure what to expect with this historical romance. Let me say, I was pleasantly surprised and will now look for other Jane Goodger books to read.

    The story for When A Duke Says I Do revolves around Elizabeth (Elsie) Stanhope and a muralist’s apprentice, Alexander. Elsie, betrothed to the heir to a dukedom, is quite taken with the mute apprentice as she watches him paint her mural. She finds it easy to talk to him and she feels safe since the death of her sister. Even when she discovers that Alexander can in fact talk, she doesn’t make a big deal of it, instead she relishes in the fact that her best friend can now share his story with her. She knows she shouldn’t be trying to get closer to Alexander, but he’s everything she wants and can’t stop herself.

    Alexander has had much to talk about for twenty-two years. Saved from an asylum by a friendly doctor and adopted by a muralist who’d lost his family, Alexander has cherished his new life with his adoptive father. But when he meets Elsie, something about her draws out the man he thought was locked away forever. While in another life he may have been the second son to a Duke, in this life he doesn’t feel as if he’s good enough for her. He tries to stay away from her, but always seems to be drawn back.

    When A Duke Says I Do is perfect example of why I love historical romance novels. The hero and heroine buck conventional society to do what they feel is right in their hearts. And when things go bad between them, it’s because they are trying to conform to societies rules.

    A wonderfully written novel with an emotionally scarred hero who needs our strong, talkative heroine to prove to him that what they have is worth fighting for.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2012

    Lovely Romance

    Really enjoyed this one. VERY MOVING AND SWEET! Loved Alexander and Elsie both:) the end dragged a bit but im not sure if it was just me or the book. Either way i finished and it was a great book and worth the cost:)

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  • Posted February 25, 2012

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    fun story with believable characters

    Goodger delivered a fun story with believable characters in a historical setting which is always a pleasure for this reader to find. The flaws in her characters made them nearly impossible not to identify with. Alexander is a hero that will leave readers both fanning themselves and wishing he was a real man. Elsie was a fun mix of innocence and impropriety. All in all a fantastic read by a gifted storyteller. Virginia Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance and More

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  • Posted January 18, 2012

    I couldn't put it down!! 4.5 stars

    I don't waste my time writing a review unless a book is really worth it or just so horrible that I couldn't finish it...and I wasn't sure where this book was going to fall in. I ended up reading this book because I couldn't find anything else to read and boy am I glad about that! This book caught me by complete surprise...I was NOT expecting it to be as good as it was. Once I started reading it I just couldn't put it down. Give this one a chance...

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