Sale I Spy a Duke by Erica Monroe

Erica Monroe’s I Spy a Duke is on sale from July 25th through August 6th.

ISPYADUKERegular Price: $3.99
Sale Price: $0.99
First time this title has been on sale!
The sale will run from July 25-August 6th.
***Part of a cross promotional sale with Emma Locke (The Trouble With Being Wicked), Christina McKnight (Hidden No More) and Kirsten Blacketer (The Jewel of Winter) who also have titles for $0.99 during this time.***

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Blurb
In the first Covert Heiresses novel, a governess with a desire for revenge enters into a marriage of convenience with a duke with more secrets than she anticipated…

SHE WANTS REVENGE…
When bluestocking Vivian Loren becomes the governess for the wealthy Spencer family, she’s searching for clues about the murder of her brother, not a husband. But Vivian didn’t count on James Spencer, the infuriatingly handsome Duke of Abermont.
HE NEEDS A WIFE…
As head of Britain’s elite intelligence agency, James has no time to woo a wife. When he discovers Vivian’s quest for answers has made her a pawn in a treacherous plot, James realizes they can help each other. She’ll become his duchess, and he’ll keep her safe from one of Napoleon’s deadliest spies.
What begins as a marriage of convenience quickly becomes anything but, as they find out love is the most dangerous mission of all.

Excerpt

********In this excerpt, after an encounter with James the night before, Vivian has second thoughts about having accepted the governess job under false pretenses.********

She was a terrible person.
She had to be. Because only a truly terrible person would sit there for an hour with the Duke of Abermont, listening to him pour his heart out, and still lie to him.
Vivian could almost still taste the brandy on her tongue from the finger they’d taken together last night. To survivors, he’d said, but she didn’t feel like a survivor. The life she’d known—the stability she’d once prided herself on—had disappeared the night she’d had to identify his mangled body in the coroner’s office.
Smoothing a hand down her walking dress, she took a seat on a bench in the rambling garden of the Abermont estate. A few paces in front of her, her young charge Thomas Spencer squatted down on the ground, picking up various small pebbles that made up the rocky path. Every now and then, he looked back at her, as if needing confirmation that she was still there. As if somehow, even at the tender age of five, he still could sense that her time here was limited. That she was poised to flee at any moment.
This was all a ruse, and she had no right to dream about it becoming permanent.

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