Autumn/Halloween Countdown Blitz 2019 – Day 6

 In Blitz, Blog, Books

 

 

 

 

Donna Hatch is the author of the

best-selling “Rogue Hearts Series,” and a winner of writing awards such as The

Golden Quill and the International Digital Award.

 

A hopeless romantic and

adventurer at heart, she discovered her writing passion at the tender age of 8

and has been listening to those voices ever since. She has become a

sought-after workshop presenter, and also juggles freelance editing, multiple

volunteer positions, and most of all, her six children (seven, counting her

husband).

 

 A native of Arizona who recently transplanted to the Pacific

Northwest, she and her husband of over twenty years are living proof that there

really is a happily ever after.

 

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The last thing Hannah Palmer wants to

do is flirt with men in a crowded ballroom, but when her sister, the Countess

of Tarrington, throws a Masquerade Ball, Hannah can’t say no to the invitation.

 

Taking comfort behind her disguise, she dances with a charming masked

gentleman, matching him wit for wit. When the glorious evening culminates in a

kiss, and the two remove their masks, Hannah is horrified to discover the man

she’s been flirting with all night is her most despised neighbor, the Duke of

Suttenberg.

 

No matter how charming the duke was at the ball, and how wonderful

the kiss, he is the last man she could ever love.

 

 

 

Snippet:

 

As the visitor strode to the steps toward the front door, Hannah

wrinkled her nose. Though his hat concealed most of his hair and shadowed his

face, only the Duke of Suttenberg possessed such arrogant mastery, as if he

viewed himself ruler of all the earth instead of only his own properties.

Though she’d planned to enter through a side door, Hannah followed him

up the front stairs so she could better observe the full force of his snobbery.

And if she were honest, catching a glimpse of his handsome face would be no

hardship. As long as he didn’t turn his intimidating stare her way, she ought

to manage to hold on to her wits.

He glanced over his shoulder. Her breath stilled. Though she’d spent

time in his company four times—yes, she’d kept track—she was never fully

prepared for his masculine allure. She’d seen plenty of gentlemen, including

her brother-in-law, Cole. But the Duke of Suttenberg’s face never failed to

turn her to a blithering pool of mush.

The duke cast a passing glance over her and intoned, “Inform your master

I am arrived.”

Hannah’s mouth dropped open, and her face burned with one-part

humiliation and two-parts anger. He didn’t remember her. Worse, he’d mistaken

her for some house girl. A servant.

The butler opened the front door, drawing the duke’s attention. “Ah,

Your Grace. My lord is expecting you.”

 

The duke entered without casting a second look at Hannah. Arrogant,

thoughtless cad! That he would forget someone whom he should recognize by now

spoke volumes to his conceit. Clearly, he viewed her as too far beneath his

notice to have gone to all the trouble of remembering her face. True, she

didn’t like being the center of attention, but neither did she want to be

treated as if she were a patch of mud to be scraped off one’s boots.

 

 

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