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The Baron’s Dangerous Contract (The Duke’s Pact Book 4)

An audacious lady and an adventurous lord.

Miss Penny Darlington, daughter of the famed horseman Lord Mendbridge, has spent the past two seasons happily flirting with Lord Cabot. On the night of the Tudor ball, all of her ideas are crushed. The lord showed her, in no uncertain terms, how inconsequential she really was. She would prefer to nurse her bruised feelings in private, but her father has invited Lord Cabot to stay with them at Newmarket for the races. Penny vows she will never afford the lord another opportunity to sting her.

Lord Cabot well knows he allowed his temper to get the better of him. Miss Darlington left the Tudor Ball in near tears, he was shunned by all who overheard him, and even the hostess glowered at him. He’d not meant what he said and has every expectation that Miss Darlington will laugh it off when she discovers him staying at her house in Newmarket. In any case, he has a far more urgent problem to solve—he’s entered his filly in the thousand guinea stakes and does not actually have the stake.

As Penny and Lord Cabot circle each other warily and various persons work to keep them apart, a shady moneylender enacts a villainous plot. The lord’s world is about to shatter and only Penny can save him from ruin.

On the other hand, she might just allow him to hang himself in a noose of his own making.

The Dukes' Pact
Book 1 - The Viscount’s Sinful Bargain
Book 2 - The Marquess’ Daring Wager
Book 3 - The Lord’s Desperate Pledge
Book 4 - The Baron’s Dangerous Contract
Book 5 - The Peer’s Roguish Whisper
Book 6 - The Earl’s Iron Heart

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About the Book
Series: The Dukes' Pact, Book 4
Genre: Regency Romance
Tag: Dragonblade Sweet Dreams
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About the Author
Kate Archer

By the time I was eleven, my Irish Nana and I had formed a book club of sorts. On a timetable only known to herself, Nana would grab her blackthorn walking stick and steam down to the local Woolworth’s. There, she would buy the latest Barbara Cartland romance, hurry home to read it accompanied by viciously strong wine, (Wild Irish Rose, if you’re wondering) and then pass the book on to me. Though I was not particularly interested in real boys yet, I was very interested in the gentlemen in those stories—daring, bold, and often enraging and unaccountable. After my Barbara Cartland phase, I went on to Georgette Heyer, Jane Austen and so many other gifted authors blessed with the ability to bring the Georgian and Regency eras to life.

I would like nothing more than to time travel back to the Regency (and time travel back to my twenties as long as we’re going somewhere) to take my chances at a ball. Who would take the first? Who would escort me into supper? What sort of meaningful looks would be exchanged? I would hope, having made the trip, to encounter a gentleman who would give me a very hard time. He ought to be vexatious in the extreme, and worth every vexation, to make the journey worthwhile.

I most likely won’t be able to work out the time travel gambit, so I will content myself with writing stories of adventure and romance in my beloved time period. There are lives to be created, marvelous gowns to wear, jewels to don, instant attractions that inevitably come with a difficulty, and hearts to break before putting them back together again. In traditional Regency fashion, my stories are clean—the action happens in a drawing room, rather than a bedroom.

As I muse over what will happen next to my H and h, and wish I were there with them, I will occasionally remind myself that it’s also nice to have a microwave, Netflix, cheese popcorn, and steaming hot showers.

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