Delilah took a step closer, ignoring the scandalous proximity. "You are a dull man, Arthur. A marble statue in a cravat. I bet you haven’t felt a moment of genuine excitement since the Regency began." One of Arthur’s dark eyebrows arched. "Is that so?"
The room seemed to shrink. To appear as the Duke’s guest was to signal an intimacy that would set every tongue in Mayfair wagging. It was a dangerous dare, but Delilah Vane never backed down. "Agreed," she said, extending a gloved hand. Lady Delilah Dares a Duke by Sofie Darling
"The wager is settled," he murmured, his thumb grazing the inside of her wrist where her pulse hammered. "But the dare... the dare is only just beginning. I expect a dance at the fair, Lady Delilah. And I won't let you win that quite so easily." Delilah took a step closer, ignoring the scandalous
Arthur Sterling, the Seventh Duke of Ravenstock, was a man of iron rules and even colder expressions. He was also, quite inconveniently, the guardian of the estate bordering Delilah’s family home. For years, the two had engaged in a polite but pointed cold war over a disputed strip of woodland known as The King’s Hollow. I bet you haven’t felt a moment of
Lady Delilah Vane was not a woman who appreciated the word "no," particularly when it came from the mouth of the Duke of Ravenstock.
The following is an original story inspired by the title and style of Sofie Darling's Regency romances, focusing on the tension between a spirited lady and a formidable duke.
The final hand came down to a single card. Delilah felt the prickle of sweat against her silk bodice. She played her Ace of Hearts.