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A duke pretending to be a butler and a very suspicious spinster realize that choosing love isn’t as easy as one might think…

“The loser must perform butler duties for the winner throughout the Season this spring.”

The Duke of Blackheart should never have accepted the wager. A foolish drunken night of games had led to an uncomfortable promise, but after considerable planning and a good deal of delegating, he’d found the charade almost too easy…

Or so he’d thought, until Lord Greystone’s spinster cousin arrives, lips pinched in disapproval, eyes filled with suspicion, with the potential to spoil everything.

Miss Violet Faraday had come to London for one reason only—to assist in launching her niece into society. She did not come in hopes of landing a husband for herself, nor had she expected to come face to face with her tragic past.

Most of all, she had not planned on becoming extraordinarily fascinated with Mr. Cockfield, her cousin’s charming, arrogant, and ridiculously good-looking butler. He is a servant and she is a lady… anything beyond a mild flirtation can only lead to heartbreak.

Cocky Butler

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Release Date: September 14, 2021
Series: Regency Cocky Gents 
Book Number: 7 in the series
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A duke pretending to be a butler and a very suspicious spinster realize that choosing love isn’t as easy as one might think…

 

“The loser must perform butler duties for the winner throughout the Season this spring.” 

 

“This is the master chamber?” Her eyes were wide, and her voice an awed whisper. “We shouldn’t come in here. I’m quite certain he cannot have meant his private chamber to be part of our tour.”
 

Simon wasn’t certain of anything except the fact that he experienced far too much satisfaction seeing her standing at the foot of his bed.
 

He closed the door behind him. “It’s fine.”
 

He watched as she smoothed her hand over the coverlet. Damned ironic that he had her in his bedchamber and…
 

“Go ahead. Sit on it.”
 

“It’s a duke’s bed.” She shook her head.
 

“Go on. It’s only a bed,” he urged.
 

She surprised him by smiling mischievously and then climbing the three steps, where she turned and dropped to sit at the edge of the mattress. “Just for a minute. And we’ll have to make sure I don’t leave any wrinkles on the counterpane.”
 

But Simon had other ideas—all of which would leave the bedding more than a little wrinkled.
 

Standing at the bed beside her, he reached up to exert a gentle pressure. She had no choice but to lay back.
 

“Simon,” she warned.
 

But her gaze held his, almost as though she knew precisely where he was going with this.
 

“Comfortable?” He cocked a brow.
 

“We shouldn’t. We can’t.”
 

“That, Miss Faraday, sounds like a challenge.”