WHEN A DUCHESS SAYS I DO

“An unusual pair of smart and worldly but reticent lovers; a modern sensibility about themes of consent, class, and disability; and a surprising and adventurous plot make Burrowes’s latest Rogues to Riches Regency satisfyingly relatable nerdy escapism…will warm readers’ hearts to the core.”

—Publishers Weekly, starred review

“A romance of gentle yearning and fulfillment balanced out by a suspense plot and a fast-paced third act.”

—Kirkus Reviews

“Readers will root for these two wary people as they learn to trust each other with their foibles and their truths. With revealing dialogue, games of chess and subtle sensuality, this romance sings.”

—BookPage

MY ONE AND ONLY DUKE

“Skillfully crafted and exquisitely written, Burrowes’ latest is pure gold; a brilliant launch to a promising series.”

—Library Journal, starred review

“Burrowes is a writer of towering talent.”

—USA Today Happy Ever After

“A delicious read. Best of the Month pick.”

—Apple Books

Also by Grace Burrowes

The Windham Brides Series

The Trouble with Dukes

Too Scot to Handle

No Other Duke Will Do

A Rogue of Her Own

Rogues to Riches Series

My One and Only Duke

When a Duchess Says I Do

Bonus Novella: THE LADY IN RED

A lady with secrets, a man with a burning desire, a love that breaks all the rules…

Lady Charlotte Beaumont has spent her whole life being ignored, even though she possesses artistic talent that well exceeds the Royal Academy’s standards of admission. When she gets a chance at her dream commission, she’ll do whatever it takes to make it work, including disguising herself as “Charlie” and fighting an attraction for her classmate, the inspiring and charming Flynn Rutledge.

Please turn the page for a bonus novella,

THE LADY IN RED

by RITA award-winning author Kelly Bowen.

Dedication

For my readers.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

London, 1818

The forgery was flawless.

Or at least Charlotte hoped it was. It would need to be to fool the man currently examining the painting. From the canvas, a young girl clutched a fan and gazed back at her with an enigmatic look far beyond her years, offering no reassurances.

A bead of icy sweat slid down Charlotte’s spine.

“Van Dyck did not paint many children,” the man said, straightening slightly, his fingers drumming against the silver head of his ebony walking stick. He turned his unsettling pale blue eyes back in Charlotte’s direction.

“He did not,” Charlotte agreed smoothly, relieved her voice didn’t shake.

“That fact would make this painting very valuable.”

“It would.”

“And where did you say you acquired it?”