Books by Sally MacKenzie
THE NAKED DUKE
THE NAKED MARQUIS
THE NAKED EARL
THE NAKED GENTLEMAN
“The Naked Laird” in LORDS OF DESIRE
THE NAKED BARON
THE NAKED VISCOUNT
“The Naked Prince” in AN INVITATION TO SIN
THE NAKED KING
“The Duchess of Love”
BEDDING LORD NED
Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation
The Duchess of Love
SALLY MACKENZIE
ZEBRA BOOKS
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 1
Venus Collingswood ran into the vicarage and flung open the door to the study. As she expected, Papa, Mama, and her older sister, Aphrodite, were all there reading.
“Papa,” she said breathlessly, “did you know the Duke of Greycliffe and his cousin are coming to Little Huffington?”
“Hmm?” The Reverend Walter Collingswood kept his eyes on his book.
Venus turned to her mother. Surely with two unwed daughters, Mama would have heard the news. “Mama, did you know?”
Mama turned a page. “Did I know what, dear?”
“That the Duke of Greycliffe and his cousin, Mr. Valentine, are coming to visit now that Greycliffe has inherited Hyndon House.” Venus paused before she delivered the most important part. “And neither of them is married.”
“Oh?” Mama made a notation on the paper by her elbow. “That’s nice.”
“Nice?” Venus glanced at Aphrodite. At twenty-three Ditee was Venus’s only matchmaking failure, in imminent danger of becoming an old maid despite Venus’s best efforts. Surely she was interested in this news?
Surely not. Ditee was consulting Papa’s large Latin dictionary. She likely hadn’t heard a word Venus had said.
I swear I’m a changeling, Venus thought. It is the only explanation.
“Mrs. Shipley told me Mrs. Edgemoor told her that Greycliffe and Mr. Valentine are expected next week so Greycliffe can inspect the property,” she said, refusing to give up. “We should invite them to dinner to welcome them to the neighborhood.”
Mama sighed and sat back. “Walter, I am having the devil of a time making sense of this passage.”
“I’ll take a look at it in a moment, my love.”
“Mama!”
Mama blinked at Venus. “I’m sorry, Venus, were you saying something?” She glanced back at her book. “Oh, I have it! Malum is apple, not evil. The man threw the ripe apple. How silly of me not to have seen it at once.”
“I’ve made the same mistake, Mama,” Ditee said, glancing up from the dictionary.
Venus ground her teeth. “I am going out to the road and throw myself under the next carriage to pass by.”
“Oh?” Mama chewed on the end of her pencil. “Please tell Mrs. Shipley to put supper back an hour before you go, will you?”
“Yes, Mama.”
Venus stepped carefully out of the study. She did not slam the door behind her. She was quite proud of herself.
Mrs. Shipley, standing in the hall, clucked sympathetically. “Deep in their books, are they, Miss Venus?”
“Yes.” Venus swallowed. She was going to explode with frustration if she didn’t get out of this house immediately. “Mama said to set supper back an hour.”
The housekeeper laughed. “I warned Cook when that package of books arrived they’d be in there all night.”
Venus smiled tightly. “I believe I’ll take Archimedes for a walk.”
“Good. He’s been trying to beg a soup bone from Cook all morning. She’ll be happy to have him out from underfoot.”
Venus collected Archie from the kitchen, and they stepped out into the hot afternoon sun. A squirrel scampered by; Archie, barking maniacally, shot off over the broad lawns in pursuit. Venus strode after him.
What was she going to do? Having a duke—and a ducal cousin—fall into their laps was not an opportunity to be missed, yet she couldn’t invite them to the vicarage herself. Well, she might try—she wasn’t above a little, er, creativity for a good cause—but the fact remained that unless the men appeared in togas and laurel wreaths, no one in her family would notice them.
Her odds of nabbing Ditee a duke were about as good as Archie’s for catching a squirrel—zero.
It was a crime. Ditee was at her last prayers, and yet she was by far the most beautiful girl in Little Huffington. Venus had managed to find matches in the admittedly shallow pool of marriageable men for far less well-favored women. Farmer Isley’s sister closely resembled his prize sheep, for goodness sakes, and Mrs. Fedderly’s niece had an obvious squint, and yet she’d successfully matched them with willing males.
Ditee was sweet tempered, too, as long as you didn’t try to take a book away from her. That was the problem. She wouldn’t pull her nose out of her Latin tomes long enough to have a conversation with a man, let alone something of a warmer nature. The men had finally given up and turned to younger, more approachable girls.
Not that Ditee noticed.
But if her sister could catch the duke’s attention …
“I’m sure Ditee would be considered a diamond even in London, Archie,” Venus said as the dog, having chased the squirrel up an oak tree, trotted back to her.
Archie,
