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  He must steal a lady…then steal her love.

  Desiring a man and never being noticed as more than his best friend’s little sister has Lady Ellie Trentbury finally consigning herself to the truth. She must move on, and preferably with a man who lives far away from her home in London where she need never be reminded of the duke who stole her heart. An elopement with an honorable American shipping merchant sounds perfect.

  The Duke of Ashten has no choice but to bound into his best friend’s carriage when he discovers little Ellie is inside and intent on eloping with a man to Gretna Green who she barely knows. He can’t allow her to make such a terrible mistake, yet convincing her might mean giving into his desire for the golden-eyed enchantress who has followed him around since he was a lad.

  Her pouty lips and bountiful charms can no longer be ignored, only convincing her of the truth of his intentions will mean jeopardizing both his sanity and a lifelong friendship as well.

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  THE DUKE’S BRIDE

  by Joanne Wadsworth

  Regency Brides, Book One

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  Also by Joanne Wadsworth

  THE DUKE’S BRIDE

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Coming Next – Book 2

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  Chapter 1

  Blackgale House, London, 1810.

  “Let me in, Ashten, this very instant.” Lady Ellie Trentbury rapped on the Duke of Ashten’s bedchamber door for the tenth time in ten minutes. “You are being obstinate, and since my brother would never allow this stubborn behavior of yours to continue, then neither shall I.”

  “Go away, Ellie. You’re being a pest, yet again.” One fierce growl rumbled from the other side of the paneled oak door along with the decided thump of pacing footsteps.

  “I will leave once we’ve spoken, and not a moment before.” She pulled a pin from her upswept chignon, stuck it into the lock on the duke’s bedchamber door and jiggled it about. She wouldn’t allow her brother’s closest confidant to wallow in his grief yet another day, not while she still had breath in her body.

  “What the blazes are you doing now?” The lock clicked and the door swung wide. Ashten’s piercing blue gaze narrowed on her. “Do you even realize how improper your actions are?”

  “Scandalous is more like it, but at least I now have your attention, and your door open.” Hands clutched in the skirts of her burgundy day gown, she stormed past him and tossed her reticule on the gold and blue silk covers gracing his monstrous bed. “You might want to close your door. I wouldn’t want your staff to know I was in here.”

  “I imagine they’ll guess since you’ve stopped shouting and demanding entrance.” He left the door open and hands on his hips, towered over her. “Speak now and then leave.”

  “Lady Ashley never wished to wed a powerful duke. All she ever desired was to live a life of adventure on the seas, and she eloped with Captain Seymore for that very reason. You must cease blaming yourself for the decision she made to sail away.” She grasped his jacketed arm. “Do you understand?”

  “She is dead now because of me, gone to a watery grave within the very seas she wished to experience that adventure upon.”

  “It’s been months and even though I still grieve for her too, we must move on.” She gentled her tone and tried to blow away the loose golden tendril that had fallen in front of her eyes when she’d pulled her pin free. “Ashley had feared you were mere days away from proposing and since her father would have accepted your offer and never have allowed her to wed Seymore as she’d hoped, then she eloped to ensure the life she desired.”

  “Your Grace, is all well?” Gorman stood in the doorway, the silvery streaks at the sides of his dark-haired head glimmering in the firelight.

  “You allowed Lady Ellie into the house when I expressly forbid you to never allow her entrance again.”

  Ashten’s butler cringed and rubbed his chest. “Yes, but I can explain why. I could hardly—”

  “There is no excuse. Now be gone.” Ashten slammed the door shut with a gust of wind then stormed back to her. “You’ve done it now, entered the lion’s den.”

  “Whatever you do, please don’t punish Gorman for my actions.” She tapped the pointed end of her parasol against his shoulder. “I pushed past him to gain entrance, and with a strike from my brolly he didn’t see coming.”

  “I will punish him however I please, and Gorman doesn’t need you defending him.” He plucked her parasol from her hand and tossed it on top of his bed. “I’ve seen him warding off men at the door with an actual weapon in hand, not a flimsy parasol.”

  “You have men wielding weapons at your door?” She gasped. Surely such a thing hadn’t happened on this fine street he lived on. “Please tell me that is not true.”

  “On occasion, yes.” He crossed his arms with a slap. “If
you’re caught here, Ellie, Winterly will certainly have you wed to me before you can utter a word in your defense. I know you’ve no desire for such a union between us. I certainly don’t wish for one.”

  “Then it’s just as well Winterly isn’t here.” He believed she had no desire? Ashten had always been blind to her and her feelings for him. She was naught more than his best friend’s little sister, and always would be. Sadly, a fact she’d come to finally accept the day she’d learnt of his intention to propose to one of her dearest friends. Stiffening her spine, she composed herself and forced her emotions aside. “Ashley truly adored Seymore, and the storm which sank his vessel wasn’t one you conjured up. That you can’t argue with.”

  “I’m a duke and she was to be my duchess. My pursuit of her forced her hand.” Gritting his teeth, he stepped up to her and she backed up, knocked her back against his carved bedpost and shoved one hand against his chest. “It’s best I remain here in seclusion,” he continued through gritted teeth. “So, I might never force the hand of another innocent lady again.”

  “I should have warned you about Ashley’s feelings for Seymore and her impetuous nature. You also can’t scare me away with your anger and domineering ways.” She knew his heart, and no matter the current grief and guilt consuming him, she intended on bringing him back into the world of the living. “You can’t remain a recluse forever. You haven’t even stepped outside of Blackgale House since Ashley’s death.”

  “My movements are of no concern of yours.” He caught her elbow, drew her across to the blue settee next to a mahogany side table holding a decanter and glasses and motioned for her to take a seat. Once she had, he poured a finger of amber liquid into a glass and swigged it down.

  “Mama worries over you, and so do Sophia and Olivia.”

  “Your mama worries over everyone, from the milkmaid to the—”

  “Harry mightn’t be here anymore, but that doesn’t exclude you from being a part of my family. I worry over you too.”

  “I neither want your sympathy, worry, or your interference. You’re meddling into my affairs, and it isn’t desired.”

  “I like meddling.” She offered him a teasing smile, hoping to bring a smidgeon of relief to the tense moment. “Even Winterly worries over you. He told me so himself.” Her eldest brother, the Earl of Winterly, had come into his title following their papa’s death five years past.

  “Honesty, Ellie, you need to put me out of your mind.”

  “I can’t do that. They’re calling you a murderer, and I won’t have it.” Anger throbbed fierce and tight in her chest. No one cared more for others than Ashten did. He’d gone to war to ensure those here in England remained safe in their homes. She owed him her life, as did everyone else within the ton. “Your self-isolation speaks of guilt. If you could just attend an event here or there within Society, it would help.”

  “I am a murderer,” he stated tersely as he dropped down onto the settee beside her. “Lady Ashley perished because of me, although she is only one of many. A man loses his very heart and soul when having to wield a pistol and saber in times of war.”

  “You’re no longer on the front line.”

  “Only due to my inability to remain out of the path of cannon fire. Napoleon holds France and is doing his damnedest to take Spain. Thousands of innocent men, women, and children are perishing in this war of atrocity.”

  “There is so much suffering.” Too much, and she desperately wished she could do more to halt it.

  “Yet here I am,” he continued with a grating tone, “still shedding blood even though not on the battlefield. The moment I attempted to return to Society, I caused the death of an innocent lady. That’s unacceptable, Ellie, and must stop. If that requires I remain in seclusion for the remainder of my days, then so be it. You must accept that, just as I have.”

  “You have one of the kindest hearts of anyone I know, are no murderer at all.” This man had stood by Harry’s side, never forsaking her brother, not once during the seven years they’d spent away together at war. Heart throbbing, she lifted one hand and gently set it on his cheek. She traced her fingers over the scar disappearing into his hairline. “I miss Harry.”

  “I miss him too, but he’ll return once this damned war is done. He’d better.” He heaved away, seating himself in the gold-patterned cushioned wingchair across from her. “You shouldn’t have come, even though you felt driven to.”

  “I’ve missed you as well.” She couldn’t lose him, not now he’d finally returned from the front line, nor to this awful self-imposed exile he’d enforced upon himself since Ashley’s death. “Ashten, you must forgive me for arriving as I did, for storming upstairs and demanding entrance to your bedchamber, but I feared I had no other choice. Each time I’ve visited you these past six months, you’ve had Gorman turn me away, without offering any viable explanation. You haven’t even agreed to see me.”

  “For a good reason and you shouldn’t be apologizing to me. I’m the brute, not you.” Sighing, he dropped his head into his open palms and speared his fingers through his silky dark locks which flowed an inch past his shoulders. He’d let his hair grow unfashionably long during his isolation, yet he looked even more desirable because of it. He appeared rakish and unkempt, yet he was also the Duke of Ashten, a man of strong will and fierce determination. She needed to ensure he returned to Society, for him to forgive himself for what had happened to Ashley and continue on with his life. Harry would want that for him too, would hate to see one of his dearest friends choosing this kind of awful isolation.

  She waited as he remained quiet, naught but the crackling of the burning firewood within his fireplace filling the silence. Out his window which overlooked the manicured gardens at the rear of Blackgale House, large trees with an abundance of leafy green and yellow foliage swayed in the afternoon breeze, the sun somewhere behind the layer of gray cloud rolling in.

  “I’m more than a murderer, Ellie.” Whispered words as he raised his head, haunted vulnerability darkening his beautiful blue eyes. “I did whatever was necessary on the battlefield, so I wouldn’t encounter the same troops on the field the next day. Lady Ashley deserved far better than me, only her adventurous nature drew me toward her right from the beginning. I could sense in her the desire for freedom, to live where nature thrived and man no longer warred. That was my desire too. London stifles me, remaining in Society even more so. I should never have attempted to pursue her, will never make that mistake with another lady again.”

  “Ashten, no.”

  “I’ve also allowed you to remain here for far too long.” He rose and crossed to his door, opened it and bellowed, “Gorman!”

  Booted footsteps pounded along the landing of the second floor and Gorman stood in the doorway, his gaze on his master, his impeccable gray jacket and trousers neatly pressed. “You called, Your Grace?”

  “Please escort Lady Ellie to the door, then ensure you never permit her entrance into this house ever again, because if you do, I’ll have your head for it. Am I understood?”

  “Yes, understood.” Gorman arched a brow at her, a flicker of camaraderie shining in his eyes, which she couldn’t miss. Gorman had permitted her entrance for a reason. Yes, no more would either of them allow Ashten to wallow in his self-pity another day. Ashten’s butler had been the one to care for the young duke since the day he’d turned five and lost his beloved parents in a tragic accident, and no matter Ashten’s decree to have his head for any disobedience of orders, he’d truly never allow any harm to come to Gorman, not at anyone’s hand, and particularly not his own. Gorman was more than his butler, and servant or not, their relationship would always stand strong.

  Slowly, she stood, collected her parasol and reticule from Ashten’s bed then brushed past him. Regardless of Ashten’s request that she leave, she simply couldn’t. Letting herself, Harry, or Gorman down this day, wasn’t acceptable. Which meant it was time for her secondary plan to come into effect, because no matter what lengths she mi
ght have to go to, she’d see Ashten’s heart and soul healed. She could do naught else, and thank heavens for Mr. Tidmore and the plan they’d hatched before she’d come to Ashten’s doorstep to speak to him today. Winterly had introduced her to Mr. Tidmore more than a year ago, the honorable American shipping merchant now his business partner and their maritime trade ventures extremely profitable. Yesterday, after Mr. Tidmore had concluded a meeting with her brother, he’d joined her for a leisurely stroll through Mama’s rose garden, just as they’d done often of late. She adored listening to his adventures on the seas, but yesterday he’d noticed her quietness and questioned her about it. Between the rose garden and a row of fastidiously trimmed topiary trees, she’d released her heartfelt burden to him about Ashten, of how Harry would detest the duke’s decision to exile himself from them all.

  Mr. Tidmore had agreed that the death of Lady Ashley hadn’t been Ashten’s fault, not at all, and that he would gladly aid her in whatever way she needed. He too wished to see the duke get back on his feet, had heard only the best things about him from Winterly. He believed Ashten had fought to keep those who lived in England safe during the fierce battles with their enemy, and he deserved to have those he’d fought for here at home, fighting for him just as fiercely in return.

  It was time for the Duke of Ashten to return to the world of the living, so she and Mr. Tidmore had hatched a plan right there and then, which was why she was still here now, unable to simply walk away without fighting to see Ashten freed from these four walls.

  At the door, her resolve firm and unwavering, she faced Ashten and cleared her throat. With her voice pitched low so only he could hear her, Gorman just outside the door, she murmured, “There is something I came to tell you.”

  “Then speak of it.” He inched closer to catch her words. “Why are we whispering?”

  “Because…I, ah, you should know I intend on eloping.”