Blog Tour: The Duchess Hunt by Jennifer Haymore

Genre: Historical Romance
Length: 416 pages
Release Date & Publisher: June 25, 2013 by Forever
ISBN: 1455523399 (ISBN13: 9781455523399)


Simon Hawkins, duke of Trent, is no stranger to scandal. Rumors and innuendo have darkened the House of Trent for decades, and it has fallen to Simon to restore his tattered family name. He lives by a strict code of honor, but when he is called home to investigate his mother's disappearance, the distinguished duke will tangle with temptation. For there waits the only woman he has ever loved--and the last woman he should desire...

Sarah Osborne has spent her life dreaming of Simon's touch. But dukes do not long for lady's maids--or so Sarah believes, until a stolen kiss sparks a passion that could be her ultimate undoing. As the couple begins a forbidden romance, a cunning enemy plots to destroy the duke and everything he loves. Now, caught in a blackmailer's web, Simon faces an agonizing choice: sacrifice his family's future or break Sarah's heart.


They stood there, in the center of the room, staring at each other. The depths of his dark green eyes held her in his thrall, so heavy with the weight of the world, and at that moment, she wanted to wipe it all away—the pressures of Parliament and government and his position. Worries about his sister... and his mother.

“I wished it had been me,” she said softly. “When you were dancing with Miss Stanley and the others. I wished you were dancing with me.”

He gazed at her unspeaking for a moment. Then he said, “I did, too.”

He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her, and pressed his lips to hers. The feel of him, of their lips gliding against each other, sent fireworks exploding through her. She dragged him harder against her, heard his ragged whisper, “Sarah.”

Their lips moved in a hot, sensual slide. His hand rubbed tight circles over her lower back . . . and lower, un- til he cupped her bottom, pulling her against him so the hard ridge of his arousal pressed against her abdomen. The feel of it, of that most primitive, masculine part of him, sent a carnal shudder racing through her. His mouth moved down her chin, and she kissed his rough cheek, then tilted her neck as he moved her braid aside with his free hand to kiss her there. His lips pressed against her jaw, then caressed the shell of her ear before kissing their way back to her mouth, seeking, exploring. Sensation washed over her. Not only in the places his mouth touched, but all over and through her. Deep yearn- ing. Longing. Need.

She gave a small whimper, clutched him tighter, kissed his bare, warm skin wherever her mouth could reach him. She wanted more. So much more. His arousal grew, pressed against her lower belly, so hard and so hot she could feel the heat between the layers of their clothes. His hand moved from her neck to the opening in her robe, cupping her breast over her nightgown, his thumb running over her nipple, hardening it into a sensitized nub that strained against the fabric of her chemise. She pressed her body tighter against him, blindly seeking his lips with her own. She caught them, moving against him in a brazen kiss that she hadn’t known she was capable of. He tasted like man and desire. Cedar and spice. So delicious. She didn’t know how she’d ever get enough.

Suddenly his hands moved from her buttocks and breast to her upper arms. With a low groan, he pushed her back.


She gazed at him, clawing through the haze of desire that had overcome her. “No, Simon.” He blinked at the use of the familiar name and, from a part of her deep inside, she froze. Reality crashed in. Forcing her frozen neck to move, she swung her head away.

“Sarah, look at me.” He cupped her hands in his palms, and warmth instantly flushed through her, combating the cold.

“I... Sarah, I want you. But I don’t want to hurt you. I’m not the kind of man who... uses women.”

“I know you’re not.” One of the reasons she adored him.

“So you see why we can’t, why I can’t... ?”

“I’m not a fool, Your Grace,” she said softly. Sarah knew that no matter what happened between them, no matter what power he had over her, Simon would never take advantage of her. “I know what I am doing. What I want.”

Simon flinched. “I don’t want to ruin you.”

"I know,” she whispered. “But sometimes I wish you did.”

With that, and with a huge force of will, she turned and left the room.

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