Book Title: A Duke’s Wicked Kiss
Author: Kathleen Bittner Roth
Release Date: 8/26/14
Genre: Historical Romance
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Kathleen Bittner Roth creates passionate stories featuring characters faced with difficult choices, and who are forced to draw on their strength of spirit to overcome adversity and find unending love.
Her own fairy tale wedding in a Scottish castle led her to her current residence in Budapest, Hungary, considered one of Europe’s most romantic cities. However, she still keeps one boot firmly in Texas and the other in her home state of Minnesota.
A member of Romance Writers of America®, she was a 2012 Golden Heart® finalist.
You can find Kathleen on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kathleen-Bittner-Roth-Historical-Romance-Writer/; Twitter: @K_BittnerRoth; Goodreads and Pinterest; among the authors at http://www.dashingduchesss.com, and http://www.ghfirebirds.com, or by visiting her website at: http://www.kathleenbittnerroth.com
Miss Suri Thurston knows the pain of abandonment. Intent on confronting the grandmother who tossed her to the lions, she travels from England to her birthplace in India. Her plans run afoul when she encounters the man who, ten years prior, left a mark on her soul with one stolen kiss. But he is a duke, and far beyond the reach of even her dreams.
The duke of Ravenswood, secret head of the British Foreign Service, has no time for relationships. His one goal is to locate and eliminate key insurgents involved in an uprising against the British East India Company before it’s too late. But when Suri appears in Delhi, his resolve is tested as he finds his heart forever bound to her by the haunting kiss they shared once upon a time.
With Suri’s vengeful Indian family calling for her death and insurgents intent on mutiny tearing their world apart, can their love rise above the scandal of the marriage they both desperately want?
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If you’re a lover of historical romance, you’ll likely enjoy this intriguing story set in both India and England during the sepoy uprising against the British East India Company’s ruling power. A Duke’s Wicked Kiss will also appeal to those who like well-written, sensuous, and sultry historical romance. There is suspense woven into the story, and it is filled with multi-layered characters and sharp dialogue.
Miss Suri Thurston is the illegitimate daughter of a duke and Indian royal who, upon her father’s death, travels from England to India to confront her deceased mother’s family whose members tossed her aside like so much trash. The Duke of Ravenswood, head of the Crown’s Foreign Service, has one thought in mind: to halt an impending uprising. But Suri’s appearance in a Delhi ballroom upends his world as he comes fact to face with a woman he’s never forgotten, nor the single kiss he bestowed upon her a decade prior.
Here’s an excerpt from A Duke’s Wicked Kiss leading up to that first kiss:
Curiosity could be a powerful little beast at times. Besides, Suri was never one to back down from a challenge. Slowly, she tugged at each gloved finger. Tossing her gloves aside, she extended her hands.
Instead of clasping them, he kept his gaze steady on hers as he, too, did away with his gloves and threw them on the hay. “Breathe, darling,” he murmured and stepped closer. “Ever so slowly, so as not to faint in my arms.”
Her lungs quivered. She caught his scent—male musk with a faint hint of bergamot, and it held her immobile. “You are beyond arrogant, sir.”
“No, merely knowledgeable.” He enclosed her cold fingers within his hot hands.
His touch could have been a naked embrace for the shockwave it sent screaming through her body. Good heavens! She took that slow breath, as much to fill her exhausted lungs as to steady her knees.
Cradling her upturned hand in his, he exposed her wrist. “Never allow a man access to this pulse point.” His voice had grown husky.
“What pulse point?” She was afraid to look.
“This one.” He bent and pressed his warm mouth to her wrist, swiped it with his tongue.
Her head buzzed as a rage of passion swept through her. Nothing in the world had ever felt so delicious.
His tongue swept her wrist once more.
Hot. Her skin was about to burst into flames.
She blinked furiously to keep her eyes open, to keep from swooning. She wanted to shout, “Again!” but said nothing, only stared at him.
“And never allow a man access to your palm.” His words were liquid velvet now, and she knew the direction his lips were headed. She closed her eyes as he buried his mouth in her palm and swept his tongue in tiny circles.
The air burst from her lungs. “You are quite mad, sir.” Nonetheless, she stood there, incapable of removing her hands from his. Where Marguerite stood, Suri did not know, did not care. All she knew was that this man’s head was bent over her hands, and his hot mouth was the devil’s playground, licking fire through her veins.
And then he did the most outrageous thing—he took her thumb in his mouth and sucked.
Her world exploded.