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DANGEROUS DUKES
Rakes about town
Carole Mortimer introduces London’s most delectable dukes in her latest Mills & Boon® Historical mini-series. But don’t be fooled by their charm, because beneath their lazy smiles they’re deliciously sexy—and highly dangerous!
Read about all the daring exploits of these dangerous dukes in:
Marcus Wilding: Duke of Pleasure Available as a Mills & Boon Historical Undone! eBook
Zachary Black: Duke of Debauchery
Darian Hunter: Duke of Desire
Rufus Drake: Duke of Wickedness Available as a Mills & Boon Historical Undone! eBook
Griffin Stone: Duke of Decadence
And now …
Christian Seaton: Duke of Danger
It’s so sad to think that I’ve written the final book in the Dangerous Dukes mini-series. I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading them as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them.
Christian Seaton: Duke of Danger is obviously Christian’s unique love story, as he meets and falls in love with an outspoken Frenchwoman, Lisette Duprée, but there will be lots of secrets and intrigue along the way!
I also couldn’t write this final book in the series without bringing back all the other Dangerous Dukes and telling you of their lives now with their own wonderful heroines.
Enjoy!
Christian Seaton: Duke of Danger
Carole Mortimer
CAROLE MORTIMER was born and lives in the UK. She is married to Peter and they have six sons. She has been writing for Mills & Boon since 1978, and is the author of almost 200 books. She writes for both the Mills & Boon® Historical and Modern™ lines. Carole is a USA TODAY bestselling author, and in 2012 was recognised by Queen Elizabeth II for her ‘outstanding contribution to literature’.
Visit Carole at carolemortimer.co.uk or on Facebook.
To Peter, as always.
Contents
August 1815, Paris, France
‘Touch one hair upon her head, monsieur, and you are destined to meet your maker sooner than you might wish!’
It took every ounce of his indomitable will for Christian Seaton, Fifteenth Duke of Sutherland, not to react or turn to face the person who had just spoken softly behind him.
Not because he was disturbed by the threat itself; his reputation as one of the finest shots in England was not exaggerated, and few gentlemen could best him with the sword either.
Nor was he concerned by the barrel of the small pistol he currently felt pressed against the top of his spine through his clothing.
Or that the person making the threat was a woman who, judging by her voice, was a woman
