Genre: Adult (Historical Romance)
Date Published: June 30, 2015
Publisher: Avon
He was once happily bedding and boxing, but in the newest Duke's Behaving Badly novel, Nicholas Smithfield has inherited a title and a bride . . .
To keep his estate afloat, the new Duke of Gage must honor an agreement to marry Lady Isabella Sawford. Stunningly beautiful, utterly tempting, she's also a bag of wedding night nerves, so Nicholas decides to wait to do his duty—even if it means heading to the boxing saloon every day to punch away his frustration.
Groomed her whole life to become the perfect duchess, Isabella longs for independence, a dream that is gone forever. As her husband, Nicholas can do whatever he likes—but, to Isabella's surprise, the notorious rake instead begins a gentle seduction that is melting every inch of her reserve, night by night . . .
To his utter shock, Nicholas discovers that no previous exploits were half as pleasurable as wooing his own wife. But has the realm's most disreputable duke found the one woman who can bring him to his knees— and leave him there?
Put Up Your Duke is the second book in the Dukes Behaving Badly series by Megan Frampton. Each book is a stand alone story. Isabella was as innocent as they come. I loved watching her transformation from this perfect, proper girl who always did what she was told to the free thinking, tough girl. Nicholas was definitely not an innocent, but with Isabella, he had this certain innocence to him anyway. It was pretty cute. They were the classic example of how men and women speak two totally different languages. I also enjoyed Isabella's sister, Margaret. I'd love to know what becomes of her. I think she has a story of her own to tell.
All in all, this was a cute, fun, and naughty story of finding love in an awkward situation.
The ARC of Put Up Your Duke by Megan Frampton was kindly provided to me by the publisher through Edelweiss.for review. The opinions are my own.
Check out my reviews of other books in this series.
Megan Frampton writes historical romance under her own name and romantic women’s fiction as Megan Caldwell. She likes the color black, gin, dark-haired British men, and huge earrings, not in that order. She lives in Brooklyn, NY, with her husband and son.
To learn more about Megan Frampton and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
All in all, this was a cute, fun, and naughty story of finding love in an awkward situation.
The ARC of Put Up Your Duke by Megan Frampton was kindly provided to me by the publisher through Edelweiss.for review. The opinions are my own.
“And then what will you do to me?” Nicholas didn’t care so much for the particulars of the response—he knew the woman currently sitting on his lap would do what he wanted her to, and he would be gentlemanly enough to ensure she found enjoyment as well.
He was a very egalitarian lover.
“What do you want me to do to you?” she countered.
Clearly, she did not know that when he asked a question, he wanted an answer, not another question.
He suppressed the feeling of irritation and, yes, boredom, and concentrated instead on placing a strawberry between her breasts, then lowering his mouth to capture the succulent fruit. Of the strawberry, not her breast. That appetizing treat would be for later.
He put his mouth to her ear and spoke, so that neither of the two ladies, one on either side of him, could hear. “I want to keep your mouth busy so you can’t speak. And when you are able to speak, you’ll be screaming my name.”
She wriggled on his lap, her plush arse riding his cock, which had already jerked to attention. She leaned her head back on his shoulder. “I’ve heard about you, m’lord, and I am very eager to find out if what they say is true.”
Nicholas wrapped his hands around her waist and slid his thumbs up so they were in the soft crease under her breasts.
This was his favorite part of being with a woman—the anticipation, wondering what her face would look like as she came apart, wondering how her body would feel under his hands, how she’d want him to take her. The actual doing of it, well, that was pleasurable as well, but none of the women he’d been with had lived up to his expectations.
But each time, with each new woman, he hoped this would be the one. This female would be able to send him to a new height of ecstasy, of wanting, of being able to lose himself, forget thinking just for a few moments of bliss; would be equal to him in bed, in conversation, in life.
Not that he thought he’d find that kind of woman here, in a house of ill repute, no matter how well it catered to men of his class. But he wasn’t particularly interested in courting a young lady of his own class only to find, once he was married, that she was no true companion to him in bed or in conversation, but that he was now married to her—for life.
He’d considered it very seriously when he’d met a lady a year or so ago—but she’d entered into another engagement before he could figure out if he actually wanted to or not. So he remained single, and singly determined not to be wed, at least not unless he was absolutely certain about the wife in question.
He was a very egalitarian lover.
“What do you want me to do to you?” she countered.
Clearly, she did not know that when he asked a question, he wanted an answer, not another question.
He suppressed the feeling of irritation and, yes, boredom, and concentrated instead on placing a strawberry between her breasts, then lowering his mouth to capture the succulent fruit. Of the strawberry, not her breast. That appetizing treat would be for later.
He put his mouth to her ear and spoke, so that neither of the two ladies, one on either side of him, could hear. “I want to keep your mouth busy so you can’t speak. And when you are able to speak, you’ll be screaming my name.”
She wriggled on his lap, her plush arse riding his cock, which had already jerked to attention. She leaned her head back on his shoulder. “I’ve heard about you, m’lord, and I am very eager to find out if what they say is true.”
Nicholas wrapped his hands around her waist and slid his thumbs up so they were in the soft crease under her breasts.
This was his favorite part of being with a woman—the anticipation, wondering what her face would look like as she came apart, wondering how her body would feel under his hands, how she’d want him to take her. The actual doing of it, well, that was pleasurable as well, but none of the women he’d been with had lived up to his expectations.
But each time, with each new woman, he hoped this would be the one. This female would be able to send him to a new height of ecstasy, of wanting, of being able to lose himself, forget thinking just for a few moments of bliss; would be equal to him in bed, in conversation, in life.
Not that he thought he’d find that kind of woman here, in a house of ill repute, no matter how well it catered to men of his class. But he wasn’t particularly interested in courting a young lady of his own class only to find, once he was married, that she was no true companion to him in bed or in conversation, but that he was now married to her—for life.
He’d considered it very seriously when he’d met a lady a year or so ago—but she’d entered into another engagement before he could figure out if he actually wanted to or not. So he remained single, and singly determined not to be wed, at least not unless he was absolutely certain about the wife in question.
Check out my reviews of other books in this series.
To learn more about Megan Frampton and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
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