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Have fun as our Regency hero and heroine strive to make ducks happy in order to win an estate.
BLURB:
Make
the ducks happy and win an estate!
Mr.
Christopher “Kit” Winnington never expected his favorite aunt to dream up something
as ridiculous as a contest to determine the heir to her sizeable property.
But
there it is, in black and white, in the letter from her solicitor. In order to
win the inheritance, Kit must vie with his aunt’s companion, Miss Angela
Stratton. Their task: Make his aunt’s pet ducks happy. Odd, for such a
sharp-witted lady, and definitely out of character.
Still,
making ducks happy is better than his current, despised job. Shouldn’t be much
of a problem, either. Quack at them, pet them and maybe feed them some stale
bread. He should win handily.
Angela
liked her employer very much, but the most she expected from the will was a
little money. But now, a chance to win an entire estate! Since she cares for
the ducks and knows their quirks, she should win easily.
The
ducks, already happy, quack along their merry way as Kit and Angela discover
that love may be a greater prize than any inheritance.
A
sweet, drawing room, not bedroom, Regency romantic comedy. 40,000 words, about
145 pages. A new version of the previous book, expanded and completely
rewritten.
EXCERPT:
Yawning,
Kit shut the door behind him. Enough ducks and prickly ladies for one
day. He undressed and then donned a nightshirt he dug from his valise
before he blew out both candles.
Simmons had already drawn back the bedclothes. The counterpane was silky under Kit’s palm, and covered a featherbed.
Mayhap they had stuffed the mattress and pillows with down from Aunt Augusta’s pets.
He grinned. That was a thought.
After tying back the bed curtains, he settled into the soft cocoon. Tomorrow, he would have it out with Miss Stratton about the steward’s residence, but that was tomorrow. He fluffed up his pillow and turned onto his side…
“QUACK!”
A bundle of flapping, squawking feathers exploded from the depths of the covers.
Kit tumbled out of bed. Throwing his hands over his head, he scrambled up and then bolted for the door.
“QUACK!” The thrashing, quacking explosion pummeled him the entire way. A serrated knife edge scraped over his upper arm.
“Ow!” Batting at the avian attacker with one hand, he groped for the latch with the other.
The door crashed open. Miss Stratton, her agitated candle flame flinging wildly careening light on the walls, darted in. “Busick, you stop that right now!”
With a squawk, the feathered windstorm fluttered to the floor in a graceful arc.
Kit jerked up his arms, ready to fend off another attack.
“Quack.”
Kit looked out from under his arms before slowly lowering them. A duck. He should have known.
Simmons had already drawn back the bedclothes. The counterpane was silky under Kit’s palm, and covered a featherbed.
Mayhap they had stuffed the mattress and pillows with down from Aunt Augusta’s pets.
He grinned. That was a thought.
After tying back the bed curtains, he settled into the soft cocoon. Tomorrow, he would have it out with Miss Stratton about the steward’s residence, but that was tomorrow. He fluffed up his pillow and turned onto his side…
“QUACK!”
A bundle of flapping, squawking feathers exploded from the depths of the covers.
Kit tumbled out of bed. Throwing his hands over his head, he scrambled up and then bolted for the door.
“QUACK!” The thrashing, quacking explosion pummeled him the entire way. A serrated knife edge scraped over his upper arm.
“Ow!” Batting at the avian attacker with one hand, he groped for the latch with the other.
The door crashed open. Miss Stratton, her agitated candle flame flinging wildly careening light on the walls, darted in. “Busick, you stop that right now!”
With a squawk, the feathered windstorm fluttered to the floor in a graceful arc.
Kit jerked up his arms, ready to fend off another attack.
“Quack.”
Kit looked out from under his arms before slowly lowering them. A duck. He should have known.
Linda
