BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES

WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ 

Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy

[Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.]


To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed.

Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society.

But it’s all a lie.

Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her.

When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue.

Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley.

She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer.

Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years.

He decides to play her game. He will let her "coach" him on how to woo a lady. He will let her teach him how to dance, how to flirt, and how to seduce.

But he has no intention of using those lessons on Lady Celine.

"You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you."

As the lessons turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. 

She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years.

What to Expect:

 * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. 

 * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. 

 * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut.

 * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. 

 * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). 

Excerpt:

 "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world."

Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath.

 "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me."

 "I—I cannot show you, I am merely the coach—"

"Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."

Delaney looked down at herself. "I am fine, my Lady. I will be invisible. That is the point."


"And what will you wear?" Margery asked.


"I have my dress out already for tomorrow night and..."


"Your gray dress?" Aunt Margery interrupted again. Her voice was sharp.


Delaney blinked. She stopped mid-sentence.


"The gray dress," Margery said, pointing at Delaney's chest. "The one you are wearing. The one you wore yesterday. The one you have worn every single day since you arrived. Do you intend to wear a version of that to the ball of the season?"


Delaney touched her collar protectively. "It is my best dress, my Lady. It is wool. It is clean. It is... respectable."


She stood up. The orange dress rustled loudly.


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