Hi friends, Maggi here. The next installment in the Baxendale Sisters series will be released early November. I’m sorry about the delay. Here is the new cover and a snippet.
LADY HOPE AND THE DUKE OF DARKNESS – The Baxendale Sisters Book #3 Cover
Blurb: In her first Season, Hope Baxendale attracts the interest of a powerful English duke, the husband all debutantes wish for and some will fight dirty to get. If only the handsome Frenchman Daniel Brienne, Duc du Ténèbres wasn’t distracting her from her course. Daniel shows little interest in marrying again, and surely, it is only the sadness in his deep brown eyes that pulls her to him:
Daniel yearns for solitude. When his very existence is threatened, he wakes to the possibilities of a life passionately lived. He knows just whom he wants in his future, but the weary hawk, the Duke of Winslow, circles. And is it fair to ask Hope to leave her family and her country for him?
Enjoy a snippet:
Charity turned to scrutinize Hope’s face with sisterly glee. “I thought so. You met a Frenchman when you traveled the Continent with Aunt Amelia.”
“There was one. Aunt Amelia and I met him at a soirée when we were in Paris.”
“What was he like?”
Hope nibbled her bottom lip. She had enjoyed traveling around the Continent, staying at grand hotels in foreign places such as Venice and Rome, but by the time they’d reached Paris, homesickness had set in. The elegant French salon took shape in her mind. The guests were mainly English with some young lords making the grand tour to study antiquities with their tutor. The French stood out in their beautiful clothes. When the duke was introduced, Hope’s composure deserted her. For a long moment, his dark eyes gazed into hers and heated her from head to foot. She’d trembled, lest he speak to her in French. Her skill in the language had improved, but she still made embarrassing mistakes.
He gave a graceful bow. “J’espère que vous apprécierez votre séjour à Paris, mademoiselle. Notre ville a beaucoup à offrir au visiteur, bien que Londres offre beaucoup à une expérience, aussi, n’est-ce pas?”
His voice was rich and low, as if an invitation lay beneath the words. She was stunned, and by the time she’d gotten the gist of his question and gathered her wits to make an appropriate reply beyond a nod, the duke had moved on to greet the next person. She’d never met anyone like him, so tall, elegant, and remote. He’d left her feeling terribly young and countrified, and a little annoyed with herself. First impressions were so important.
The release date will be posted on my website: