The Scottish Duke

The Scottish Duke

Book - 2016
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"Though raised as a gentleman's daughter, Lorna Gordon is obliged to take a position as an upstairs maid at Blackhall Castle when her father dies. Alex Russell, the Duke of Kinross, is the most tempting manshe's ever seen--and completely unattainable--until, at a fancy dress ball, Lorna disguises herself as Marie Antoinette and pursues an illicit tryst--with scandalous consequences"
Publisher: New York, NY : Avon Books, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers, [2016]
ISBN: 9780062466877
Characteristics: 368 pages ; 17 cm
Call Number: RANNEY, K


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Feb 22, 2018

“Turning her head to her right, she watched as lightning illuminated the lawn and the encroaching trees. The woods were so dark and so ominous that she sometimes had the thought that the trees pulled up their roots and made a slight step toward Blackhall each night. All the other plants, plus the undergrowth and saplings, obediently followed their elders. If the gardeners weren’t industrious enough, perhaps one day the forest would be right outside the window when she awoke. Instead of the turrets and the fireplaces of Blackhall, she would see only branches and leaves waving good morning.” (pp. 12-13)

Feb 22, 2018

“The bird that was her heart had escaped from its cage and was now fluttering wildly in her chest. She could barely breathe. The silly wig was being buffeted by the wind, but so were the windows. She could hear them shivering in their panes. / She loved a storm. She loved being out in it, regardless of the danger. She would sometimes tilt her head back to feel the rain baptizing her face. In those moments, she was as elemental as the first woman. Yet she’d never felt like she did right now. / He grabbed her elbow and pulled her farther away from the door to the ballroom.” (p. 24)


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Feb 22, 2018

Luscious rags to riches romance that has us rooting for the downtrodden maid. She must deal with an unplanned pregnancy after a brief sizzling tryst with the smouldering duke. I like how the author treats lightning storms as their own character, and often uses similar metaphors effectively, like this one: “The last of winter sat on the shoulders of the mountains, broke its boredom by blowing the remainder of its frigid breath over the glens and into the woods” (p. 142). Lovely.


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