Christi Caldwell is celebrating the release of FOR THE LOVE OF THE DUKE:
After the tragic death of his wife, Jasper, the 8th Duke of Bainbridge buried himself away in the dark cold walls of his home, Castle Blackwood. When he’s coaxed out of his self-imposed exile to attend the amusements of the Frost Fair, his life is irrevocably changed by a fateful meeting with Lady Katherine Adamson.
With her tight brown ringlets and silly white-ruffled gowns, Lady Katherine Adamson has found her dance card empty for two Seasons. After her father’s passing, Katherine learned the unreliability of men, and is determined to depend on no one, except herself. Until she meets Jasper…
In a desperate bid to avoid a match arranged by her family, Katherine makes the Duke of Bainbridge a shocking proposition—one that he accepts.
Only, as Katherine begins to love Jasper, she finds the arrangement agreed upon is not enough. And Jasper is left to decide if protecting his heart is more important than fighting for Katherine’s love.
USA Today Bestselling author, Christi Caldwell blames Judith McNaught's "Whitney, My Love," for luring her into the world of historical romance. While sitting in her graduate school apartment at the University of Connecticut, Christi decided to set aside her notes and try her hand at writing romance. She believes the most perfect heroes and heroines have imperfections and she rather enjoys tormenting them before crafting a well-deserved happily ever after!
Christi makes her home in Southern Connecticut where she spends her time writing, chasing around her feisty six-year old son and caring for her twin princesses in training!
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Christi is giving away a digital copy of FOR THE LOVE OF THE DUKE to one randomly selected commenter. To enter the giveaway,
1. Leave a comment about "Frost Fair" - are you planning on attending any holiday fairs?
My church is sponsoring a Fall Fest with a craft sale, bake sale, homemade soups, and even a White Elephant sale.
2. Comments are open through Saturday, October 18, 10 pm in Baltimore.
3. I'll post the winner on Sunday, October 19.
Kim in Baltimore
Aloha Spirit in Charm City
Christi offers an excerpt from FOR THE LOVE OF THE DUKE:
He settled his large, hand over hers.
“I suggest unless you merely want to trade death by drowning for death by the wheels of a carriage, that you release the handle, madam.”
His flat, emotionless tone conveyed boredom. Why, he might as well have been commenting on the weather or offering her tea.
Katherine snatched her hand back, feeling burned by his touch. “You are a m-monster,” she repeated.
He tugged free his wet gloves and beat them against one another. Drops of water sprayed the carriage walls. “Your charge grows unoriginal and tedious, madam.”
And in that moment it occurred to Katherine just how ungrateful she must seem. The towering stranger might be a foul-tempered fiend, but he’d saved her. Her lips twisted. Whether he’d wanted to or not.
“Forgive me, I’ve not yet thanked you.” She took a breath. “So thank you. For saving me. From drowning,” she finished lamely.
His shoulder lifted in a slight shrug. “I’d hardly ruin the amusements of the day by watching you drown beneath the surface of the Thames.”
She expected she should feel outraged, shocked, appalled by those callously delivered words…and yet, something in his tone gave her pause. It was as though he sought to elicit an outraged response from her. Instead of outrage, Katherine was filled with her first stirrings of intrigue, wondering what had happened to turn his black heart so vile.
Katherine did not rise to his clear attempt at bating her. “My name is Lady Katherine Adamson.” Pause. “I imagine I should know the name of my rescuer.”
He said nothing for a while, and Katherine suspected he had no intention of answering her. She sighed and reached for the curtained window.
“Jasper Waincourt, 8th Duke of Bainbridge.”
Her eyes widened. “You are a duke,” she blurted.
He arched a single, frosty black brow at her. “You’d be wise not to make designs upon my title, madam. I’d not wed you if you were the last creature in the kingdom.”
She blinked. Oh, the dastard. Katherine jabbed a finger at him. “And you, well I wouldn’t wed you if you were the last creature in the world, and the King decreed it to spare my life.”
His lips twitched. But then the firm line was back in place, so that she suspected she’d imagined the slight expression of mirth. “It is good we are of like opinions, then, madam. We are here,” he said.
She angled her head. And then the carriage rocked to a halt.
The sudden, unexpectedness of the stop, propelled Katherine forward, and she landed in an ignominious heap atop the duke’s chest.
It was as though she’d slammed into a stone wall. All the breath left her. She looked up at him through her lids…