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The Duke’s Husband
– Shayne Carmichael & Mychael Black
Jay Wharton and Devon Brooks meet and fall in love in merry ole England. Only everything isn’t so merry. Jay is the Duke of Wharton, and his mother doesn’t care for his relationship with Devon. The Duchess’ schemes drive Devon from England back to the United States. Unwilling to let Devon go, Jay follows him to the States and proposes to him. Devon agrees to marry him, and they are wed in a beautiful ceremony in Canada. What should be the start of a new life together slowly begins to take on a nightmarish quality. Is the love they have for each other strong enough to withstand the trials?
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The party bored Jay to tears. Everyone who was anyone had shown up and people absolutely swarmed the mansion. Nobles were everywhere, though Jay would have used the term very lightly with this crowd. He knew most of them, and noble wasn’t the first on his list of words for the lot of them. Stifling a yawn, he hung back, more content to simply observe.
Not too far away, Mary Price, a well-known socialite, attempted to woo Jay’s nephew — a handsome young man of eighteen. Jay chuckled to himself, quite happy to watch the older woman seduce a man who would make horrendous faces behind her back while Jay watched.
If he had to choose the life of the party, it would be William. Jay’s nephew was a brilliant, strapping young man with his head in politics — precisely the reason, among others, that Jay was simply holding the lands and titles for him. For himself, Jay just wanted a normal life.
As he scanned the room once more, Jay spotted one lone, young man hovering near the open balcony doors. From the indecisive look on the man’s face, it was clear he might be attempting an escape. He also seemed to be the only one in the entire room wearing jeans. Short, curly blond hair caught the light from the chandeliers above, and silver flicks of light danced in his hair with the movement of his head.
To say that Jay was intrigued would have been an understatement. He wasn’t sure if it was the look of sheer boredom on the man’s face, or the almost sinfully tight jeans. Whatever it was, he moved toward the man before he’d even realized it.
“Good evening,” he said, offering his hand.
For a brief moment, the stranger appeared startled, as though caught doing something he shouldn’t. The look faded as a bit of a smile took its place. Taking hold of Jay’s hand, he shook it firmly before releasing it. “Hello. Would it be rude to ask who you are?”
Jay smiled in earnest for the first time all day. “Jay Alistair. And you?”
“Devon Brooks. I can’t remember any of the names I heard today. But my mother thinks these people are important enough for me to exert myself.”
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