Anything But a Duke by Christy Carlyle
Oh dear, someone has clearly misheard. I said, “Take me deep, love me hard.” Not “Make me sleep, bore me hard.”

Oh dear, someone has clearly misheard. I said, “Take me deep, love me hard.” Not “Make me sleep, bore me hard.”

This is a story that doesn’t need to exist after the first few chapters. So, why even bother? All those wasted words…

At last, a romance only a spoiled millennial brat can love!

To spread or not to spread – a question every virtuous romance heroine ponders for a few minutes before spreading anyway.

This one doesn’t quite hit all the right spots, but still, it tries, and that counts for something, I suppose.
