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A plain Regency governess

In bed with the duke!

Part of The Loches! Unceremoniously packed off to Scotland to care for the Duke of Lochdale fears she will be ignored as always But the deep connection and heated passion that develops between her and Benneit is far erous! When Benneit is expected to propose to another, how dare Jo drea his duchess?

Chapter One

London—1815

‘Lady Theale is here, Your Grace’

Benneit didn’t knoas worse—those words or the explosion of light that struck hiroaned on both counts

‘Aye,’ Angus replied and positioned himself at the bottom of the bed With his scarred face he looked like one of the gargoyles carved on to the embattlements at Lochmore Castle come to perch by Benneit’s bed to remind him of his duty Benneit shoved his head into his pillow

‘What the devil does she want?’

‘Jamie’

Benneit tossed the covers aside and scraped himself off the bed

‘Over my dead, drawn, quartered and pickled body’

Angus grunted ‘Aye, lad Shall I shave you?’

It was estion than a question and, instinctively, Benneit dragged his hand over his jaincing at the rasp

‘No She shall have to accept lory What time is it?’

‘It is gone nine in the ’

‘Nine? Nine? I’ve barely slept three hours What the devil is wrong with that woman?’

Angus’s scarred face twisted into a rin

‘You can sleep when you’re dead, Your Grace’

It was Benneit’s turn to grunt as he dragged off his nightshirt and went to the basin There was a brutality to Angus sometimes and whether he e, interred in the Lochmore family crypt Eventually Benneit would be there, too A fate worse than death He breathed in to cal hi of it