Tuesday, June 29, 2021

NEW RELEASE! Protecting the Duke (The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #1) by Karyn Gerrard @KarynGerrard #HistoricalRomance #LadySleuth #Excerpt


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Blurb for PROTECTING THE DUKE (The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #1)

The fact that women couldn’t join the London Metropolitan Police was an injustice to Eleanora Galway. She found her way around such an obstacle: by forming a detective agency. When a note arrives from a duke concerning a mysterious and gruesome delivery, Eleanora agrees to investigate.

Despite the pursuit of pleasures by The Rakes of St. Regent’s Park, weariness and boredom were setting in. Along with stark loneliness. No one felt this more than Christian Bamford, Duke of Allenby. Once the Galway Agency arrives, Christian is fascinated by Eleanora and her razor-sharp deductive mind and bold confidence. She attracts him as no other woman has done before.

When Christian proposes assisting her with her inquiries, Eleanora initially balks. But the temptation of being in the darkly handsome duke’s company is hard to resist. Swept up into an adventure and a passion neither had counted on, the blending of unlikely lives, occupations, and societal standing seems insurmountable. But for the independent Eleanora and the progressive-minded Christian, nothing is impossible. Not even love.


In a private meeting place, in an old bank office behind Colosseum Terrace on Albany Street, a group of gentlemen attended a gathering. It had nothing to do whatsoever with financing, investments, or stocks—unless you counted moral bankruptcy. The central rules of this club: no serious attachments to anyone, and the pursuit of one’s own pleasures, especially of the carnal variety, were to be of the utmost importance.

But weariness and boredom were setting in. Along with something more worrying: loneliness. A disquiet of the soul. These bad boy peers of Victorian London were damaged, hiding their inner torture beneath a thin veneer of devil-may-care dissoluteness.

It takes an exceptional group of women to capture the hearts of such men. To see past the outer shell. The ladies are determined to live and love in their own way, with no relinquishment of their independence and no compromises. How satisfying to find that deep down, these progressive men are in total agreement.



“Are you otherwise engaged for this dance?” he asked her.

“No, I am not,” she replied frostily.

Yes, she is good.

Eleanora was every inch the glacial heiress right down to the posh accent. Her husky voice had his heart thumping against his ribcage. He held out his arm, and Eleanora lightly placed her hand upon it, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.

“What are you doing,” she ground out softly through gritted teeth.

“I could ask you the same thing, Miss Galway.”

“I’m not a good dancer. You will expose my charade,” she whispered furiously.

Gathering her as close as propriety allowed, he immediately whirled her about the dance floor, a slight gasp of surprise leaving her luscious lips.

“I am an exceptional dancer, all part of my blue blood upbringing and training.” He gave her a teasing wink.

Christian abruptly swirled her along the perimeter of the room, and a smile curled about her lips, her eyes bright.

“We are being watched,” Eleanora whispered furiously, as she cast glances at the crowd.

“Of course, we are. After all, I’m a duke.” He gave her another teasing wink. “Everything I do causes speculation. I haven’t danced with a young lady at a social event such as this for quite some time. It would excite comment. It will no doubt make the society pages.”

“Drat it, the last thing we want is to draw attention,” she admonished, her fingers digging into his shoulder.

“Too late.” Christian dared to pull her close, enough that the hem of her gown landed between his legs with each turn about the marbled floor.

By God, she felt right in his arms. Eleanora was almost looking him in the eye; he liked that. Her waist was trim, her shoulders broad. He liked that too.

A warrior goddess. 

In his mind’s eye, he pictured her clad in armor and wielding a sword, leading an attack into a horde of barbarians. The thought aroused him further.

“You look exquisite tonight,” Christian ventured, his voice low and hoarse. “You’re shimmering like an ingot of gold. The gown is becoming, a compliment to your coloring, and dare I say, your luxuriant figure?”

Yes, he was flirting and teasing, and having more fun than he had had in an age. “Or perhaps you’re similar to a butterscotch sponge cake with chocolate ganache. I wonder if your succulent lips taste as sweet?”

Eleanora laughed, and he was pleased that she was taking his light-hearted banter in the way that he intended. Her full-throated chortle caught the attention of all around them. Christian joined in as he pivoted her in the reverse direction. As far as he was concerned, he could dance with her all night.

Everywhere Eleanora touched him, her hand on his shoulder, her other hand resting lightly in his, ached with awareness. The laughter ended with a smile, one so dazzling it covered him with a flourishing warmth that swiftly flared to a roaring flame.

How tempting it would be to nuzzle her soft neck, inhale more of her glorious scent. Eleanora was not awash in lavender as was the fashion these last years, but hers was more of a spicy mixture. It appealed to him.

What Christian wanted to know is: did she apply it directly to her soft skin or her garments? The thought of her elegant fingers trailing across her naked skin made him moan softly. Thankfully, the loud music masked his indecorous reaction.

Gently, he squeezed her hand, his thumb caressing her knuckles. Eleanora’s eyes widened. Her hand, the one resting on his shoulder, moved slightly in a circular motion, caressing him in return. Every part of him was aware and alive as never before. Briefly, he pulled her closer until her breasts mashed against his chest. The contact seared, and his eyes narrowed with desire.

To Eleanora’s credit, she did not pull away. Instead, she trailed the tips of her fingers along the valley of his spine. He growled in response.

The spell broke as the music came to a crescendo. The dance ended far too soon. Christian came to an abrupt stop, and their gazes locked. The room was quiet, or perhaps all faded away, leaving no one but he and Eleanora. Her chest was rising and falling from their exertion. Several beats passed before their hands slowly moved away from shoulders and waists.

Eleanora curtsied, her head down, and she murmured, “Tomorrow afternoon at three o’clock. One forty-nine Cleveland Street. I have questions.”

“So do I, Miss Galway. Many of them.”

She whirled about and glided away from him before he even had the chance to escort her back to Miss Castle. Perhaps it was for the best as they had attracted far too much notice. But he couldn’t help himself; he had to hold her in his arms.

It had been absolutely glorious.

Author's Note

Book 1 is an all-new historical romance set in 1897 Victorian London, and I will be folding in already published standalone historical romances into this series (revised, of course) The new edited books have been uploaded!

THE BARON AND THE MISTRESS (The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #2)


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KNIGHT OF CHRISTMAS (The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #3)


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Book 4 is a historical romance that I received the rights back to years ago. Also reworking/revising that. The working title is THE DUKE OF PAIN coming soon! Also book 5 is in the planning stages, ( all new) stay tuned!

Karyn Gerrard is a multi-published author from Canada. She loves to write sensual historical and contemporary romances. Tortured heroes are an absolute must.

 Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement and loving support keep her moving forward.
To learn more about Karyn and her books, visit  www.karyngerrard.com.

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