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                            The Not So Perfect Duke

 (The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #5)

Approx: 77,000 words

Release date: November 29, 2022

Late Victorian Era Historical Romance


Cover art by Erin Dameron-Hill
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Due to his father’s untimely demise, Damon Cranston is thrust into the role of the Duke of Chellenham. His loathsome and debauched father was too busy indulging in his vices and left the dukedom in shambles. Damon turns to Althea Galway, co-owner of the Galway Investigative Agency, to assist in unraveling the tangled mess. Since meeting Althea months ago, he hasn’t been able to get her out of his mind, for he is captivated by her intellect, compassion, and confidence.


Althea Galway has never been impressed by money or title. Or by looks—although Damon, the devilishly handsome, golden-haired duke, caught her attention at first glance. Arrogant and egotistical, he is called Dorian Gray by society because of his reprobate reputation. But Althea senses deep loneliness, perhaps even inner scars, and is compelled to find the honorable man she believes is hidden behind the cool exterior.


Damon and Althea are swept up into a maelstrom of revelations: a conspiracy involving the late duke and others from the privileged class. Add a personal crisis into the mix, and finding a way to a shared future together seems hopeless. But they cannot deny the scorching attraction between them. Finding a way to make it all work will be a challenge. But it is one the duke and the lady detective are determined to overcome.


And there was the haughty, imperturbable duke. Why she kept trying to see any good in him was beyond her typical sound reasoning. Disappointed, Althea fussed with her notebook and pencil.

“Then, by all means, let’s keep this professional. What can I help you with?” Althea replied using her business-like voice.

“I want you specifically to handle the case. Wenlock and Watford sing your praises. And Allenby, obviously.” Damon reached into his coat pocket and removed a small cloth bag. “The first payment. Twenty gold sovereigns.”

“Money, though welcome, is not an inducement for me to take any case. I will need more information first.”

“The money is a bonus for the stipulations that will be part of this investigation. I want to be involved every step of the way, as Allenby was with his situation. This is non-negotiable.”

Althea scowled as she disliked anyone establishing conditions on her inquiries. “Won’t that interfere with your thoroughly debauched lifestyle? How will you cope?” she replied sarcastically. Honestly, this man brought out the worst in her, and Althea did not like it.

“Still interested in my private life? Do you wish to ask me probing questions as you did in Allenby’s case?” Damon replied with mockery in his tone.

Althea shook her head, embarrassed at her statement. His personal life was none of her business.

She was ready to apologize when he said, “I will make a pact here and now. Throughout this case, I will live as a proverbial monk, be at your beck and call, day or night. For the investigation, of course.”

“I will not ask for such a sacrifice from you, but I will involve you should I take your case. What can you tell me?” She held her pencil, ready to take notes.

 “First. In the matter of death. My father passed away late last night. I was called to his town house at two this morning and have not been to bed since. I need you to send your police surgeon to St. Thomas’s to assist with the autopsy. My father’s doctor will be in attendance as well.”

“Was the death suspicious?”

Damon explained how his father was found as Althea furiously took notes. Good Lord, these peers were a depraved lot.

“It could be a heart attack, as the detective alleged. How old was your father?” she ventured.

“Fifty-seven. As far as I am aware, no heart problems. But how am I to know? We were not close. We rarely spoke, let alone exchanged private information regarding health or other sensitive topics.”

She looked up and met his gaze. Damon was watching her rather intensely. “To be clear, you wish Doctor Buchanan to assist in the autopsy. Is the mortuary doctor at St. Thomas’s aware of this?”

“Yes. And yes.”

“Is your carriage outside?”


Damon looked weary; no wonder with no sleep. Blast it all for feeling concerned about his welfare and state of mind. Besides all the other conflicting emotions he brought forth, he also awakened the protective instinct within her.

“Doctor Buchanan is at my uncle’s precinct this morning. I will write a note, and your driver can take it to him. What time do you wish him to be there?”

“Two o’clock. Sorry for the short notice. My father’s physician, Doctor William Breaks, will also be there. I want a complete report. And I want Buchanan to thoroughly question Breaks as to the state of my father’s health.”

Althea continued to write her note. Without looking up, she said, “It has been my experience that many doctors do not reveal their patient’s personal health details unless compelled to do so.”

“Then write in your note if he doesn’t give details to Buchanan that he will deal with my team of solicitors,” Damon snapped. “That should compel him.”

Althea met his gaze, an eyebrow arching at his irritable tone.

Damon rubbed his forehead. “I apologize.”

“Damon,” she said softly. His penetrating gaze grew heated at her saying his name. “No apology is necessary. You said in your note that your being here concerns life and death. Is there something else beyond your father’s death you wish to hire the agency for?”

“Yes. It is rather complicated and does concern my late father.”

“Then we will deal with your father’s death first. You’re exhausted. Go home and sleep for a few hours. As soon as I have any information, I will come to you. Will you be at 10 Clarendon Place?”

He rubbed his temple. “Yes, perhaps that is wise. And I will be at the Brookton town house.”

“After your driver drops you home, he can deliver the note to Doctor Buchanan, and I will take it from there. If you haven’t guessed, I will take your case.”

“Thank you. I will try to catch some sleep and await your arrival.” He stood and turned to leave, but halted. “I thank you for your compassion.”

He was gone, and Althea sat back in her chair. Never had she seen him so vulnerable. It touched her deeply. She made a vow then and there. To be more sympathetic in her dealings with him. To not allow him to infuriate her or, worse—arouse more than her exasperation. 

For she was correct, Damon Cranston, the new Duke of Chellenham, was a danger to her heart.


Karyn Gerrard is a multi-published author. 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.
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