Call Me Duchess by Maggie Dove

Hi Everyone!

Happy New Year to all. I'm excited to announce that the prequel to Angel of Windword, Call Me Duchess, was just released by Eternal Press!

The buy link is: http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615722860

It is also available in Amazon Kindle. The paperback will be available in a couple of weeks.

Call Me Duchess

by Maggie Dove
eBook ISBN: 9781615722860

Price: $ 6.95
Genre: Romance
Sub Genre: Mystery
Novel of 89724 words
Heat rating: 3

Edited by Devon Towry
Cover Artwork by Amanda Kelsey
Print ISBN: 9781615722877

About the book:
A rapist is loose in London…and he has plans for Marguerite Wiggins.

Grippingly suspenseful and romantic, CALL ME DUCHESS is one young woman’s stunning journey to find love in 1870s London while a dashingly handsome chaperone, a heinous villain, and her own lofty aspirations stand in her way.

Left penniless by their father, Marguerite Wiggins and her sisters must find husbands during the London season or find work as governesses by season’s end. Determined to become the next Duchess of Wallingford, Marguerite must make the difficult decision between following her heart or attaining her lifelong dreams and ambitions as a depraved rapist seeks to make her his next victim.

Quotes:

“Don’t look so shocked, ducklings. London is full of eligible bachelors who are desperate for wives.”
“Miss Wiggins…what a lovely creature I’ve found in these woods.”
“You should care, darling. She will make you miserable.”

Excerpt:
The warmth of his hand and the burr of his manly baritone sent a tingle up Marguerite’s spine. She stood stock-still, instantly mesmerized, as she looked up into his deep, dark, brown eyes. He was so devilishly handsome, he nearly took her breath away.

“Hello, Meggie,” he drawled, releasing her hand.

Marguerite could not find her voice. She did not know if she was more shocked by his casual familiarity or by the teasing, almost mocking glint in his eyes. All too vividly, the embarrassing train ride came back to haunt her.

Samantha’s eyes shifted from Marguerite to Ashton James. “You know my cousin’s name? I was not aware you were acquainted with one another.”

His lips twitched. “Oh, yes. I’m quite familiar with Miss Wiggins and her sisters. Right, Meggie?”

Under his watchful gaze, Marguerite felt herself blush. “I don’t know him.”