Barbara Cartland

The Duke & The Preachers Daughter

Imperious, handsome and gallant in battle, the Duke of Kingswood has stolen the hearts of many society Belles – but he is 'a block of ice which nobody can melt', determined never to marry. To continue the family line, he is counting on his cousin and heir presumptive Richard to marry well and produce a son.
To the Duke's horror, Richard's heart is bewitched by society siren and acclaimed beauty Lady Delyth Maulden – and disaster turns to tragedy when Richard finds his beloved in the arms of another, shoots him and turns his gun on himself. With Richard at death's door, the Duke is determined that he shall find a more suitable young beauty to mend his broken heart; to marry him and thwart Lady Delyth's scheming ways.
Like manna from heaven, a beautiful young grey-eyed waif calls to him for help for her ailing father as he rides through his estate. Could this modest, unassuming beauty be the ideal bride he seeks for Richard?
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    You have been strangely quiet this evening, Bevil. Is there something on your mind?”

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    Very tenderly he looked down into Benedicta’s eyes.

    He knew that later tonight they would be able to talk more freely – he could tell her what was in his heart and his thankfulness for the wonder and glory of their love.

    But now, at the moment, there was no need for words, but those that came spontaneously in the rapture of knowing that she was his.

    His lips came down on hers and his arms crushed her against him.

    “You are mine!” he breathed. “All mine, my precious darling, and I will love you from now until Eternity, as you will love me.”

    He kissed her until he could feel her soft and pliant against him and knew that his lips had awakened in her the first flickering flames of desire.

    It was then that he gently undid the buttons at the back of her gown.

    He felt her tremble for a moment, but it was not only with shyness, but because of the new sensations he was arousing within her and which she had never felt before.

    He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, the little pulse that was beating in her throat.

    Then, as her gown slipped to the floor, he lifted her in his arms.

    “This is how I carried you once before,” he sighed, “and I knew then that you were mine and I could never lose you.”
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    Very tenderly he looked down into Benedicta’s eyes

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