If you’re a Bridgerton fan who loves Regency romance with scandal, longing and a touch of Cinderella magic, Duke’s One-Night Heir needs to be on your TBR! With a brooding duke-to-be, an enchanting maid and a baby secret that changes everything, this is the kind of story that keeps you hooked from the very first page.
Think class difference, forced marriage, one unforgettable night and a love story full of simmering emotion…
We’re so excited to share an exclusive extract – completely free – so you can get your first glimpse of Edward and Beatrice’s irresistible story.
A secret son…demands a wedding!
About to inherit a dukedom, Edward Harrington’s search for a suitable bride ends abruptly when a baby is thrust into his arms! His eyes meet Beatrice Puddifoot, the enchanting serving maid he shared an all-consuming connection with. They both knew their bond could never last beyond that one perfect night. But his heir changes everything…
Beatrice is used to relying only on herself. So she’s stunned when Edward demands her hand in marriage! Her station means she’s hardly duchess material, and their union will be tarnished by scandal. Yet while Beatrice might not belong in Edward’s world, his arms feel inexplicably like home…
Perfect for fans of:
👠 Cinderella
👶 Secret baby
A sneak preview of Duke’s One Night Heir…
A young woman was rushing across the street towards him, holding a bundle of cloth in her arms. Dressed in a simple gown made of practical grey wool, her attire was a far cry from the fine silks of the upper classes. Her hair was gathered up into a cap, though a few rebellious blonde tendrils had come loose.
He hesitated, studying her face as she drew nearer, knowing it would be rude to ignore her now and continue on his way. His gaze travelled over her unusual tawny-coloured eyes, before dipping to her lips. Bow-shaped. Plump. Perfect.
His blood pounded harder in his veins.
He was instantly taken back to the night of a storm. The night he had sought shelter at an inn and his heart leapt in unexpected thrill. Could it be…?
As his footman called his name, so did the woman, thrusting the bundle of cloth – no, not cloth, but a tiny baby swaddled in blankets – into his hands, and there was nothing he could do but catch the child as his man surrounded the stranger, gripping her arms, pulling her backwards, and she gave a tortured cry, a look of pure anguish on her face.
Edward grappled with the baby, glancing down at it, momentarily stunned. He looked back up at the woman, disturbed. ‘What is the meaning of this?’
‘He’s yours,’ she blurted, wrestling against his footman’s hold. ‘He’s your son.’
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