An American Heiress Who Must Swallow Her Pride
Miss Daphne Farrington despises three things: England's dreary weather, the grimy streets of London, and most especially the English aristocracy. Despite her misgivings, she must persuade the very English Duke of Waverly to save her family shipping business. If only she could ignore the way he makes her pulse race whenever she's near him.
A Duke Who Must Overcome Her Prejudice
Edward Lacey, the Duke of Waverly, is convinced that the lovely Miss Farrington, with her penchant for numbers, is the woman he'd like to make his Duchess. But unless he can convince her that not all English lords are callous, calculating rakes, a dark secret will ruin his chance at happiness.
About the Author
Frances Fowlkes lives in South Carolina with her high school sweetheart, three red-headed sons, and a spoiled standard poodle. When not writing about ardent heroes or strong-willed heroines, she enjoys spending time with her family, playing with making, and planning her next vacation.
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The Duke's Obsession
By Frances Fowlkes, Robin Haseltine and Gwen Hayes
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2014 Frances Fowlkes
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The number ten had a soothing quality. Ten being, after all, the most perfect number, the basis not only of the entire decimal system, but also, according to Pythagoras, the whole of human knowledge. Simply counting to the number brought a sense of clarity and calm to Daphne Farrington's nerves. And given that her brother was about to make the biggest mistake of his thirty-five years, counting to the numeral seemed the most effective way to collect all the serenity she could muster.
Alas, Daphne hadn't quite made it to ten before barreling through the weathered door of the solicitor's office. And having stopped at six, the number associated with sin and imperfection, it seemed inevitable that temper, not tranquility, would have its day.
"Thomas. You haven't agreed to Mr. Burnham's offer yet, have you? His profit is double Father's. Did you not read through the figures in the agreement he prepared?"
Her brother stood against a cracked plaster wall, his bottom jaw dropping, a painfully familiar look of embarrassment and frustration flitting across his rugged face.
"Daphne!" His blue eyes, so similar to hers, rolled to stare at the chipped and crumbling ceiling. "Now is not the time."
"I did the figures twice, Thomas. Mr. Burnham is attempting to cheat us out of our portion of the profits. I have the calculations to prove it." She reached into her reticule and pulled out a small piece of foolscap, her eyes narrowing as she glanced toward Burnham and his wiry gray sideburns.
Thomas snatched the paper out of her hands, his expression revealing not the gratitude she had expected, but annoyance.
"We will discuss this later. I'm in the middle of a private meeting." He nodded toward two men who'd bolted to their feet beside tattered and ancient-looking chairs, both of whom stared at her with open curiosity.
Of course she had known the cheat Burnham would be in attendance, given that this was his office and the tampered documents bore his name. She had seen the man on two separate occasions since her arrival to this horrid country. But the other man who stood, his mouth curved into a crooked smile, was unfamiliar, and looked out of place in the dank and musty-smelling room. She would have believed him Burnham's associate had not his garments more closely resembled those of her brother than the outdated vest and fraying cuffs Burnham sported. In a rich brown velvet-trimmed jacket and tailored breeches neatly tapering into polished leather boots, the stranger looked every bit the gentleman, making his presence in Mr. Burnham's grimy business office even more curious.
Had she been in her father's sprawling Boston library, a scene such as this would be commonplace. One of Boston's wealthiest residents, her father always dressed as a gentleman, and so did his clients. But in this hedonistic country, only tradesmen and merchants were willing to negotiate with an American. The elite of society had no interest in foreign trade, especially when dealing with their all-too-recent adversaries and victors of the past two wars.
The man touched an elegant finger to the sapphire winking among the folds of his lacy cravat. "Will you provide an introduction, Mr. Farrington? I believe I am unacquainted with your ...?" The man paused, his blond eyebrows raised as he stared expectantly at her brother.
Daphne had no wish to be introduced to the man, well-dressed or not. She couldn't even look at a single Englishman without envisioning he was the captain of the Seraphina, dragging her brother off his ship, whipping and starving him until he perished. Never mind that his perusal of her person made her pulse quicken and her blood hum. He was the quintessential vision of English manhood: arrogant, lofty, and annoyingly superior. "Introductions won't be necessary, sir. Thomas, if you're satisfied with my figures, I'm sure we'll both be leaving ..."
Her brother pinched the bridge of his nose before sweeping his arm in her direction. "Forgive me, Your Grace. Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Farrington. Daphne, His Grace, the Duke of Waverly."
"A pleasure, Miss Farrington." The duke's dark blue eyes watched her, no doubt waiting for her to give the expected deferential curtsy. Instead, she quieted the rapid pounding of her heart and gave the duke a tight-lipped smile. "It would be a pleasure, Your Grace, if my family was not about to be cheated by Mr. Burnham." She brushed past the duke, his eyes wide with what she hoped to be disbelief, and stood in front of the sniveling cheat of a man.
"What have you to say for yourself, Mr. Burnham? Do you acknowledge your attempt to steal from the Farrington Line?"
"Daphne!" Thomas exclaimed, his face now a deep shade of scarlet. Her brother's warm hand wrapped around her upper arm and pulled her toward him. "Where is your chaperone?"
If Daphne's suspicions were correct, her aunt Susan, who acted as a chaperone to both her and her trio of giggling female cousins, was hopefully engaged in conversation with the Countess of Dewbury — and not speculating over Daphne's alleged and suspiciously well-timed headache.
Daphne had meant no harm in her deception. She merely wished to take advantage of her aunt's and cousins' distraction to visit the river — and her father's stocked and Boston-bound ship due to depart in less than twenty-four hours.
"Thomas," she pleaded. "The calculations ..."
Rarely did her brother lose his composure; success in his business dealings depended on his patience and even temper. But on the rare occasion that he did, a large vein bulged on the left side of his temple, much like it was now.
"Gentlemen," Thomas began, his voice hiding the rage Daphne knew lurked behind it, "I apologize for this interruption. My sister is both young and unacquainted with the particulars of British decorum."
"British?" Mr. Burnham sneered. Pushing back his narrow shoulders, he squinted at Daphne with bloodshot eyes. "I daresay the girl lacks any regard for propriety, be she in England or in the colonies." Turning toward the duke, he added, "Now do you see why I advised against negotiations with Americans?"
"You did advise to proceed with caution," the duke agreed, giving Daphne a speculative glance.
"Is Mr. Burnham in your employ, Your Grace?" she asked, curious to know why a duke, of all people, would associate with the likes of Burnham. The pairing was odd, given the duke's social standing.
The duke's perfectly arched brow had gone skyward again.
His Grace appeared amused. If there was one thing Daphne detested more than an English duke, it was an English duke amused at her expense.
His Grace arranged the fall of white lace over his right wrist, his movement the languid indulgence of a man savvy enough to dither in the midst of a negotiation. "Indeed he is, Miss Farrington. While I am responsible for funding this investment, Mr. Burnham most graciously agreed to arrange the transaction."
"You wish to make money, Your Grace?" Why would a duke, a duke for heaven's sake, sully his name with trade?
"Why, yes," he said, smiling. "Should I not be interested in such an endeavor?"
Tall and lean, the duke stood a head above her brother, a giant compared to most of the men of her acquaintance. If one preferred a sharp jaw and unusually full lips, one might even consider the duke handsome.
"Even given my limited acquaintance with members of the ton, Your Grace, I know that few would seek to invest in merchant vessels. Are you certain you are, indeed, a duke?"
"Daphne," her brother scolded again, albeit more severely this time. The duke chuckled, her heart fluttering at the sound of his merriment. She hadn't known dukes were capable of mirth in any regard, and his chuckle was ... nice. Drat the man.
"My actions are nothing less than honorable and entirely sincere, Miss Farrington. I can assure you that my title is valid, and one easily verified by DeBrett's. As for my interest in investments and trade, I'm an opportunist."
He said this confidently, as if he knew full well she and most of her compatriots saw opportunism as a virtue.
"And is the chance for earning money through trade worth the tarnish to your reputation?"
He looked like he enjoyed Daphne's challenge. "Tarnish adds character, something I'm afraid too many of my peers lack."
She gave the man an appraising glance. "But why entangle yourself with mere merchants, when most of your equals would rather avoid us?"
Thomas, and even Burnham, now stared at the duke, their breath bated, awaiting his answer.
"I am not like most of my equals."
Wasn't he? In appearance, while taller than most, he bore the physical traits of a typical Englishman, his blond hair and blue eyes like most of the men she had seen since arriving in this wretched city. But his interest in foreign trade, in something other than landed interests, led her to believe that quite possibly, the duke was not as she first believed him to be. She might even be impressed, except for the simple fact that he was an Englishman.
Not that her opinion of him mattered. How had she even allowed herself to woolgather over what sort of man the duke may or may not be? He was in partnership with Burnham, a man whose character was in question. Was the duke attempting to cheat her father as well?
"Then what have you to say concerning the ridiculous offer Mr. Burnham put forth? Do you agree to the absurd amount of seventy percent profits in your shares as written by Mr. Burnham in his proposed contract?" she asked, her arms crossing in front of her.
"I say," he replied, his eyes falling first on Thomas and then on his associate, "that Mr. Burnham has done nothing but look after my interests. Should I not be recompensed for the use of my name?"
"But he is cheating us, sir," Daphne exclaimed. "Mr. Burnham has changed the terms in our contract from those previously agreed upon. I can only assume that you are knowledgeable of his behavior."
A flicker of annoyance passed over his face. "I'm afraid I am unaware of Mr. Burnham's suspect dealings, Miss Farrington. Are you able to produce proof of his alleged deception?"
"Her accusations are based on truth, Your Grace," her brother cut in, handing the contract to the duke. "On page seven, you will see where Burnham added the seventy percent share in your favor. Thirty percent higher than the forty percent to which Mr. Burnham originally agreed. I found the change last night." Her brother glanced at her, a look of reproof on his face. "I had hopes of discussing this with you and Mr. Burnham this afternoon. I feared that perhaps I had misread the item or miscalculated the dealing."
Her brother knew of Burnham's deceit but had not come to her first? A wash of anger swept over her as she glared into Thomas's disapproving eyes. He'd always treated her as an equal in their father's business, utilizing her skill with numbers to balance budgets and track revenue, to ensure outgoing expenditures were never more than incoming gain.
But that had been before they had boarded the vessel to England. Before they had crossed the ocean not only to repair family relations, but to recapture investors lost to war and embargoes. And certainly before their father had reminded her brother that the rules of business on this side of the Atlantic precluded the participation of the fairer sex.
It was, therefore, incumbent on her to remind Thomas how important her participation in this venture was, despite Father's admonition.
"A title hardly excuses greed, Thomas." She glanced at the duke with his head bent over the contract, his face alight with genuine surprise, and added, "Though given that His Grace appears to be unaware of Mr. Burnham's immoral activities, I think a business arrangement can still be made if His Grace would like to pursue one."
"Why, you presumptuous chit," Burnham spat. "You insult His Grace and then speak of him as if he was inferior to the likes of you?"
"Mr. Burnham," Thomas spoke, his deep voice laced with steel, "be very careful in your choice of words. I would hate for anyone to learn of your underhanded behavior."
"Do you honestly believe anyone would listen to an, an ..." Burnham twisted his face as if the words hurling from his mouth tasted sour. "An uncouth American? Might I remind you that we are on my side of the ocean, Mr. Farrington? My peers value my opinion. I would hate to relay the news that your merchandise is less than superior and that your competitors have a better variety."
"Mr. Burnham," the duke cut in, his tall form separating the cheat from her brother. "It seems the same woman you have labeled a 'presumptuous chit' is one exceptionally skilled in the science of mathematics. You have erred, Mr. Burnham, and I am appalled that you have sullied my honor by attempting to deceive the Farringtons in my name." He turned toward Thomas. "I'll have arrangements made to discuss details of our contract at a more convenient time. That is, of course, unless you feel the previously agreed upon terms are not to your liking?"
If the floor had opened up and the entire building caved into the basement, Daphne would have no more believed it than the words rolling off the duke's tongue. Had a man of English blood actually defended her honor? And in the same breath, offered to continue negotiations?
Mr. Burnham tugged on his limp cravat, the jerky movement doing little to belie his anger. "Your Grace, you can't be serious. As your advisor, it is my professional recommendation that you retract any offers made to the Farrington Line and cease connections with these," he sniffed, looking down his pointy nose at Daphne, "barbarians."
The duke ran a thumb over his signet ring, his pinched and withering gaze directed toward Burnham. "I would think someone capable of stealing would be considered far more barbaric than a mathematically inclined woman and her capable brother."
Burnham's eyes bulged, but he remained silent, his lips pursed together in a thin line.
Thomas placed a hand on Daphne's shoulder, pulling her to his side and edging her toward the door. "I believe the terms are still acceptable, Your Grace. I will await your correspondence."
"Excellent," the duke replied. "I shall be in contact with you soon."
* * *
Three things scared the absolute hell out of Edward Lambert Spencer Lacey, fifth Duke of Waverly.
The first, shared by all righteous Englishmen, was of course, a fear of God, the sovereign entity who rescued one from the lakes of fire and pits of despair. And while he didn't consider himself an entirely religious man, he did his best to live a moral life, his love of gaming aside, if only to avoid an afterlife spent roasting.
Second, and one he would have shared with a sibling, had his parents been given to the kind of relationship required for such a result, was the fear of his mother's retribution should he act in any manner other than in the way in which she expected. Since his days in leading strings, Edward had been awed by his mother's ability to deliver that look, where her unusual amber, almost golden-brown eyes bore into his with a fierceness that lent him to believe that God himself had given his mother a special power to right his immoral ways. The duchess was formidable and determined to steer her only son out of the gaming rooms and into the ballrooms. He was, in the eyes of his mother and society, a man in possession of wealth and fortune, and of an age when he ought to have a wife.
Third, and perhaps most harrowing, was a fear he was certain he shared with no one, a fear he hadn't even realized he held himself until his mother began her earnest efforts to push him into marriage: the fear of never being known, or seen, for himself. Edward knew this fear to be ridiculous, and did his best to quash it whenever he felt its maudlin pull. But still, it was a valid trepidation and one he knew would come to fruition should his mother select his bride. He was a duke, one who had been told since his first breath how to act, with whom to associate, and to which girls he could pay his addresses. His mother dared not interfere with his ducal responsibilities, at least those pertaining to the estate, but did not hesitate to meddle in his affairs concerning marriage when the responsibility in question was the continuance of the Waverly line.
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This is a short read of176 pages i recommend if you like regency romance
The book wasn't bad it was just missing passion and some kind of sex scene.this duke was a little to laid back for me and to honest. I like my dukes to be rogues, cocky and womanizer's. Makes for an interesting read. I want a book to draw me in, but I kept waiting and nothing happened. Just a little flat for me. Dont get me wrong I don't mind sometimes a sweet story as long as it has some action and humor. This was fell flatt.
I really enjoyed this book. I love strong and sassy heroines and Daphne certainly was one. Her smartness was intriguing and instead of being told she was witty and smart it was shown to us. Her disgust with the English aristocracy was understandable even though sometimes frustrating. It made her blind to what was right in front of her and treated us to some snarky internal thoughts. Some which were justifiable and some which were not. Daphne was a good character that had great strength and obvious flaws that were later overcome. I confess I did not feel as if she was in love with the duke! I knew she really liked him and had strong feelings for him, but even when he declared himself to her, I did not feel as if the depth of the sentiments were returned by her. But I knew there was enough for a HEA that could only flourish. Our Hero Edward was a pleasant surprise. I was startled by how much I loved him. I normally want my dukes to be arrogant, and entitled yet sexy. He did not present like that at all, not even once. He was charming, pleasant, and a gentleman of honor through and through. It really made me fall in love with him. Even his mother who got under my skin to no end, I wanted her demise in the most painful of ways, he only treated with respect and kindness. It made me only love him more. His sincerity for Daphne was felt and I certainly understood why he fell in love with her. While the pacing was slow in some sections, and the heat level mild and sweet, I was still unable to put this book down and I read it in one sitting. I recommend this sweet and spicy regency romance to all historical lovers.
Love how a English Duke shows it isn't about money it is about the man and how it is about the person and not the title awesome story line
THE DUKE’S OBSESSION by Frances Fowlkes is an exciting Regency Historical Romance set in 1818 London. Meet, Miss Daphne Farrington and Edward Lacey, the Duke of Waverly. This is the tale of an American Heiress and a Duke intent to change her prejudices toward the English, most especially him. Fast paced and filled with secrets, prejudices, passion, love and romance. A quick read that will leave you satisfied. With engaging characters, witty banter, a misunderstanding or two, and lots of intrigue and mystery, you don’t want to miss THE DUKE’S OBSESSION. A great read and one I would highly recommend you reading, rather, you are a historical romance reader or a romance reader in general you will enjoy your choice of reading material. A sweet tale of love and bitterness, that may cost Daphne and Edward their HEA! Well done!! I look forward to Ms. Fowlkes’ next grand adventure. Received for an honest review. RATING: 4 HEAT RATING: SWEET REVIEWED BY: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
What does an English Duke do when he is enslaved by a gutsy, cheeky and math crazy American girl? He takes her on a most EXCELLENT ADVENTURE! Miss Daphne Farrington lives a life of numbers. The number 10 is for calming and soothing her and the number 6 is for sin and imperfection. Daphne is from Boston and is in England with her brother Thomas. They are embraced by their deceased mother's sister, Lady Susan Amherst, and her family. Their job is to find investors and renew trade with England for her father's shipping company. Her brother, Samuel, was captured, enslaved and murdered on an English ship, the Seraphine. Now Daphne believes all things English are tarnished, corrupted and evil. When she meets the Duke, she prays for the number 10 and tries to forget the number 6. Edward Lambert Spencer Lacey, the 5th Duke of Waverly, fears only three things: God, his Mother's retribution and only be wanted for his title and wealth. The Dowager Duchess has been hounding him to marry the perfect English woman and she has even made it easy for him by picking out Lady Isabella for the job. Edward dreams of a woman who truly wants and loves him as a man and not as a duke. Edward has set his sights on Miss Daphne Farrington, but there is a couple of problems with his choice, she is an American, her father is in TRADE and she hates all things English. Daphne and Thomas busted into Mr. Burnham's office and accuse him of steal from them. Edward is at Mr. Burnham's office and is instantly mesmerized by Miss Daphne Farrington and knows he must have her. Mr. Burnham denies any wrong doing and begins to trash then Farrington name throughout London. Thomas threatens to make Daphne stay in England for a whole year, if she unable to influence the Duke to help squash the rumors. Edward agrees to help, but he wants something in return, for her to get to know him and judge him as a man at his country estate, Thornhaven. Daphne and Edward's story has so many speed bump in their way. The Dowager Duchess creates a house party from Hades at Thornhaven. Lady Isabella and a nosey and handsy Earl of Westbrook are invited along with her Aunt Susan and her daughters. The snobby Duchess treats Daphne as if she is polluting them with her Americaness and GOD forbid TRADE! With the help of creative accounting, scheming family members, a well placed mud hole, the cunning and dishonest Mr. Burnham and yes even a summer rainstorm to bring these two love starved and crazy kids together. Will Edward's secret about the Seraphine kill Daphne's love for him? Can Daphne ever love the man who is responsible for Samuel's death? But most of all, will the Dowager Duchess ever get her well deserved slap upside her head? This book world that Ms. Fowlkes created was such a joy to explore and I loved experiencing all the crazy folks doing hilarious and many stupid things. Daphne is a intelligent and spunky American! She shows England that she will not be dismissed, scolded or underestimated! With his sense of responsibility, his humbleness and did I mention his yummy body, Edward strips and bares his true self to Daphne. He can only hope and pray that she will see the man, not the arrogant English Duke. Laughter is a true gift to us all and Ms. Fowlkes has be blessed with it. She made me fell in love with her kooky characters, loose myself in laughter, loses my voice YELLING at the Dowager Duchess, unearth my slightly crushed and smelly pompoms and cheer Edward and Daphne on, and create and live in my own personal Thornhaven universe. I really like Ms. Fowlkes' cosmos and give her a score of 4 finger up and 7 toes. My only complaint is I needed more steamy, carnal and arousing debauchery! Reviewed from a NetGalley ARC for an honest review.
The Duke's Obsession is a very enjoyable romance. Daphne Farrington is intelligent, feisty and determined, but she is not welcome in British society. She is American and her father is in trade. Her champion is Edward Lacey, the Duke of Waverly. She touches his soul. He is all that is good and honest. His character is perfect for Daphne. I loved watching as these two grew closer and began to fall in love. The secondary characters are excellent. I really hope to see them again in their own story. This book is well-written with a touch of suspense added. I had to know the secret of the Seraphina. I enjoy the writing of Frances Fowlkes. I'm looking forward to reading more of her books.
A lovely, sweet, and engaging historical romance, The Duke's Obsession was a wonderful read. I really liked this book. It was a light romance that I enjoyed reading. Daphne was an okay heroine. On one hand, she was strong and very smart and definitely a force to be reckoned with. On the other hand, her whole prejudice was mean and blinded her to what was right in front of her. It made her act in ways that not only hurt Edward, but also her English aunt and cousins. She did realize her mistake, though, and corrected it near the end. So, overall, I was okay with her. Edward was a total sweetheart. He was a thoroughly honorable man and strove to earn the title of 'gentleman.' He was loyal and protective of his loved ones and a total sweetie. I adored him. I thought he was perfect. The romance was good. Daphne and Edward were well matched, both wanting someone that wanted them for themselves. Though someone had a difficult time admitting that. The heat level was up there and led to a couple of steamy scenes. I thought they were great together. The plot was well paced and, though I wasn't hooked, I was kept interested the entire way through. I really enjoyed the story and the ending was lovely. The Duke's Obsession was a lovely historical romance that I really enjoyed reading. It was a light, sweet, and wonderful read. Romance lovers, this is a book you'll want to check out. *I received a complimentary copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review