Synopsis and Details:
These men are dark, bold, and brave. And there is only one woman who can bring them to their knees…
Famed and brilliant, Lady Alexandra Lane has always known how to look out for to herself. But nobody would ever expect that she has darkness in her past—one that she pays a blackmailer to keep buried. Now, with her family nearing bankruptcy, Alexandra strikes upon a solution: Get married to one of the empire’s most wealthy eligible bachelors. Even if he does have the reputation of a devil.
LOVE TAKES NO PRISONERS
Piers Gedrick Atherton, the Duke of Redmayne, is seeking revenge and the first step is securing a bride. Winning a lady’s hand is not so easy, however, for a man known as the Terror of Torcliff. Then, Alexandra enters his life like a bolt of lightning. When she proposes marriage, Piers knows that, like him, trouble haunts her footsteps. But her gentleness, sharp wit, independent nature, and incredible beauty awakens every fierce desire within him. He will do whatever it takes to keep her safe in his arms.
Series: Devil You Know #1 | Genres: Historical Fiction, Romance | Release Date: August 27, 2019 | Publisher: St. Martin’s Paperbacks | Pages: 448 | ISBN: 978-1250318848 | ASIN: B07N674967 | Format: ARC | Source: Netgalley
Review with Rating:
There are not enough wonderful things that I can say about How to Love a Duke in Ten Days! This book is the first in a brand new series, Devil You Know, from Author Kerrigan Byrne, and what a start it was! I will tell you that at the beginning of this book I was wondering exactly what I got myself into. It was disturbing and terrifying. I will warn those who are sensitive to traumatic subjects that it will be difficult for you BUT I implore you to stay the course. This story has so much to offer, it is an absolute gem. The circumstances that Lady Alexandra Lane grapples with are ones that also show her strength, resiliency, and illustrate that wounds can heal.
One of my favorite aspects of this story (and what is definitely going to keep me in this series) is the friendship of the Red Rogues, Alexandra, Cecelia, and Francesca. They were all intriguing characters who had pasts that were troubled and were also bound together by the secret that they shared. Despite the difficulty of their pasts and the secret that bound them, their friendship thrived and to feel the commitment and love they had for each other, it was amazing. I enjoyed their every interaction! I wanted their times together to never end, which makes me thrilled that there will be more books to come. I just loved these characters!
The romance aspect of this story was breathtaking! Piers Gedrick Atherton was a dark and brooding romantic lead. He had no true interest in marriage other than to serve his purpose of fulfilling his commitment to the title and a little dish of revenge. He never expected anything special because he too had his scars. Although, as he got to know Alexandra, her kindness, honesty, and innocence brought something to life inside of him that he did not know existed or needed. Both characters honed and sharpened what was developing between them, it made the romance memorable, breathtaking, and off the charts swoony! How to Love a Duke in Ten Days was everything I ever wanted in a romance! It is raw, sensual, dangerous, and above all else showed that healing can take place even for the most shattered of souls. I loved this book and I know you will, too!
*Thank you to St. Martin’s Press & NetGalley for this eARC of How to Love a Duke in Ten Days*
This review is based on a complimentary book I received. It is an honest and voluntary review. The complimentary receipt of it in no way affected my review or rating.
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Excerpt from How To Love a Duke in Ten Days:
Maynemouth, Devonshire, 1890 Ten years later
Accept the invitation to Castle Redmayne. I’m in danger. I need you.
Alexandra Lane had spent the entire train ride from Lon- don to Devonshire meticulously pondering those fourteen words for two separate reasons.
The first, she had been unable to stop fretting for Fran- cesca, who tended to give more than the appropriate amount of context. The terse, vague note Alexandra now held was more of a warning than the message contained therein.
The second, she could no longer afford a first-class, pri- vate railcar, and had, for the last several tense hours, been forced to share her vestibule face-to-face with a rough- featured, stocky man with shoulders made for labor.
He’d attempted polite conversation at first, which she’d rebuffed with equal civility by feigning interest in her cor- respondence. By now, however, they were both painfully aware she needn’t take four stops to read two letters.
It was terribly rude, she knew. Her carpetbag remained clutched in her fist the entire time, except when her hand would wander into its depths to palm the tiny pistol she always carried. The sounds of the other passengers in ad- joining vestibules didn’t make her feel safer, per se.
But she knew they would hear her scream, and that pro- vided some relief.
For a woman who’d spent a great deal of the last ten years in the company of men, she’d thought these painful moments would have relented by now.
Alas, she’d become a mistress of manipulating a situa- tion so, even if she had to endure the company of men without a female companion, there would be more than one man. In the circles she tended to frequent, people be- haved when in company.
It had worked thus far.
Alexandra braced herself against the slowing of the train, breathing a silent prayer of relief that they’d finally arrived. She’d been terrified that if she’d glanced up once, she’d be forced into conversation with her unwanted com- panion.
Rain wept against the coach window, and the shadows of the tears painted macabre little serpents on the conflict- ing documents in her hands. One, a wedding invitation. The other, Francesca’s alarming note.
A month past, she’d have wagered her entire inheritance against Francesca Cavendish’s being the first of the Red Rogues to capitulate to the bonds of matrimony.
A month past, she’d assumed she’d had an inheritance to wager.
Their little society had seemed destined to live up to the promise they’d once made as young, disenchanted girls to never marry.
Until the invitation to an engagement masquerade— given by the Duke of Redmayne—had arrived the same day of her friend’s cryptic and startling note.
The invitation had been equally as ambiguous, stating that the future duchess of Redmayne would be unveiled, as it were, at the ball. Included in Alexandra’s particular envelope was a request for her to attend as a bridesmaid.
The subsequent plea for help from Francesca—Frank— had arrived in a tiny envelope with the Red Rogue seal they’d commissioned some years prior.
Alexandra hadn’t even known Francesca had returned from her romps about the Continent. Last she’d heard, the countess had been in Morocco, doing reconnaissance of some sort. Nothing in her letters had mentioned a suitor. Not a serious one, in any case. Certainly not a duke.
Francesca had a talent for mischief and a tendency to interpret danger as mere adventure.
So, what could possibly frighten her fearless friend?
Marriage, obviously, Alexandra thought with a smirk.
A risky venture, to be sure.
Copyright © 2019 by Kerrigan Byrne and reprinted with permission from St. Martin’s Paperbacks.
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About the Author:
Kerrigan has done many things to pay the bills, from law enforcement to belly dance instructor. Now she’s finally able to have the career she’d decided upon at thirteen when she announced to her very skeptical family that she was going to “grow up to be a romance novelist.” Whether she’s writing about Celtic Druids, Victorian bad boys, or brash Irish FBI Agents, Kerrigan uses her borderline-obsessive passion for history, her extensive Celtic ancestry, and her love of Shakespeare in almost every story.
She lives in a little Victorian coast town on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State with her wonderful husband. When she’s not writing you can find her sailing, beach combing, kayaking, visiting wineries, breweries, and restaurants with friends, and hiking…okay…wandering aimlessly clenching bear spray in the mountains.