Series: Scandal and Scoundrel #3
Genres: Historical Romance
Source: ARC, Edelweiss
Also in this series: The Rogue Not Taken, A Scot in the Dark
Also by this author: The Rogue Not Taken, A Scot in the Dark, Wicked and the Wallflower, Brazen and the Beast
The one woman he will never forget…Malcolm Bevingstoke, Duke of Haven, has lived the last three years in self-imposed solitude, paying the price for a mistake he can never reverse and a love he lost forever. The dukedom does not wait, however, and Haven requires an heir, which means he must find himself a wife by summer’s end. There is only one problem—he already has one.
The one man she will never forgive…After years in exile, Seraphina, Duchess of Haven, returns to London with a single goal—to reclaim the life she left and find happiness, unencumbered by the man who broke her heart. Haven offers her a deal; Sera can have her freedom, just as soon as she finds her replacement…which requires her to spend the summer in close quarters with the husband she does not want, but somehow cannot resist.
A love that neither can deny…The duke has a single summer to woo his wife and convince her that, despite their broken past, he can give her forever, making every day The Day of the Duchess.
The Day of the Duchess is more angst filled than the previous books but still has some of the fun and hijinks that you can count on from the Soiled Sisters! The story is filled with present day and flashbacks of Sera and Malcom so you see how it started and how it got to where they are today.
Sera and Malcom got married and then things got bad. After years apart, Sera wants her freedom. Malcom isn’t so sure he wants to let her go. He agrees to a divorce IF she helps him find her replacement. What follows is a bit like the regency version of the Bachelor! Lots of wanna be duchesses, their moms, and of course, Sera and her sisters! Now, let me start by saying I went into this prepared (and sure) to hate Malcom after we are introduced to him in The Rogue Not Taken. MacLean does manage to redeem him though! Reading about how their relationship went so wrong was heartbreaking. I struggled with this aspect of the book the most because I was just not prepared for this level of emotion. I mean, you learn in book one that there is cheating being alluded to, so I had planned to never read this. Safety Gang Spoiler: View Spoiler »He does cheat. He has excuses (Sera trapped him into marriage, he didn’t know she was pregnant, they didn’t love each other). I never really got over this cheating and even though Malcom does amazing things win Sera, this event was never far from my mind. « Hide Spoiler
Sera’s sisters provide a great deal of levity and fun, as expected! The Day of the Duchess is part second chance romance, part dating game, and deeply emotional. While I struggled with aspects of the past, the end of the story is satisfying and heartwarming.
- POV: 3rd
- Tears: yes
- Trope: second chance
- Triggers: View Spoiler »Malcom did cheat on Sera. Some people will find this difficult. « Hide Spoiler
- Series/Standalone: stand alone within an interconnected series
- Cliffhanger: View Spoiler »no « Hide Spoiler
- HEA: View Spoiler »yes with epilogue « Hide Spoiler
Books by Charis Michaels, Lisa Kleypas, Elizabeth Hoyt…then you will probably like The Day of the Duchess!
DESERTED DUKE DISAVOWED!
August 19, 1836
House of Lords, Parliament
She’d left him two years, seven months ago, exactly.
Malcolm Marcus Bevingstoke, Duke of Haven looked to the tiny wooden calendar wheels inlaid into the blotter on his desk in his private office above the House of Lords.
August the nineteenth, 1836. The last day of the parliamentary session, filled with pomp and idle. And lingering memory. He spun the wheel with the six embossed upon it. Five. Four. He took a deep breath.
Get out. He heard his own words, cold and angry with betrayal, echoing with quiet menace. Don’t ever return.
He touched the wheel again. August became July. May. March.
January the nineteenth, 1834. The day she left.
His fingers moved without thought, finding comfort in the familiar click of the wheels.
April the seventeenth, 1833.
The way I feel about you . . . Her words now—soft and full of temptation. I’ve never felt anything like this.
He hadn’t, either. As though light and breath and hope had flooded the room, filling all the dark spaces. Filling his lungs and heart. And all because of her.
Until he’d discovered the truth. The truth, which had mattered so much until it hadn’t mattered at all.
Where had she gone?
The clock in the corner of the room ticked and tocked, counting the seconds until Haven was due in his seat in the hallowed main chamber of the House of Lords, where men of higher purpose and passion had sat before him for generations. His fingers played the little calendar like a virtuoso, as though they’d done this dance a hundred times before. A thousand.
And they had.
March the first, 1833. The day they met.
So, they let simply anyone become a duke, do they? No deference. Teasing and charm and pure, unadulterated beauty.
If you think dukes are bad, imagine what they accept from duchesses?
That smile. As though she’d never met another man. As though she’d never wanted to. He’d been hers the moment he’d seen that smile. Before that. Imagine, indeed.
And then it had fallen apart. He’d lost everything, and then lost her. Or perhaps it had been the reverse. Or perhaps it was all the same.
Would there ever be a time when he stopped thinking of her? Ever a date that did not remind him of her? Of the time that had stretched like an eternity since she’d left?
Where had she gone?
The clock struck eleven, heavy chimes sounding in the room, echoed by a dozen others sounding down the long, oaken corridor beyond, summoning men of longstanding name to the duty that had been theirs before they drew breath.
Haven spun the calendar wheels with force, leaving them as they lay. November the thirty-seventh, 3842. A fine date—one on which he had absolutely no chance of thinking of her.