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  • Mass Market Paperback: 400 pages
  • Publisher: Pocket Star (June 28, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1451606931
  • ISBN-13: 978-1451606935
  • Product Dimensions: 1.1 x 4.2 x 6.7 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 4.2 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.1 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (58 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #533,407 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Meredith Duran blames Anne Boleyn for sparking her lifelong obsession with British history (and for convincing her that princely love is no prize if it doesn’t come with a happily-ever-after). She spends her free time collecting old etiquette manuals, guidebooks to nineteenth century London, and travelogues by intrepid Victorian women. Visit her website at MeredithDuran.com.

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By the time the whistle finished shrilling, Nell was already out the door. She knew she shouldn’t push; once or twice there’d been a stampede and somebody had gotten hurt, broken a leg or arm. But she couldn’t slow down. Ever since Mum had taken to wheezing, Nell was finding it harder to breathe, too. No longer could she ignore the thick stink of the workrooms or how often she had to cough as she rolled the cigars. By the end of the day there barely seemed air enough to fill her lungs.

Outside, in the dimming twilight, the damp breeze smelled sour from the coal smoke, but there was enough of it, and that was what mattered. She wove through the milling crowd, girls pausing to tuck their shawls down over their hair, to toss saucy remarks to the lads, chattering like they hadn’t got better places to be than this infernal, stinking factory, and maybe they didn’t, at that.

Finally she reached a stretch of open pavement. Relief hit her, and with it, a lifting of spirits. Nice thing about working at the factory: every day had a happy ending. She found a wall to lean on and settled against it just as a hand grabbed her elbow.

She ripped free and came face to face with Hannah. “You scared the life out of me!” she gasped.

Hannah’s pale, freckled face was alight with excitement. “That’s because you’re a goose, Nellie. What’s your take for the week?”

Nell looked around for eavesdroppers. “Nineteen shillings.” Her neck was cramped from hunching over the worktable and the ache in her knuckles would keep her awake tonight, but nineteen shillings was the best she’d ever done.

Of course, it would sink to ten after her stepbrother, Michael, took his share. That wasn’t enough to tempt a good doctor to the flat and eat next week besides.

Hannah pulled a face. “Only fifteen for me.” Usually she beat Nell by a crown; her fingers were cleverer. “Was yesterday that did me in. I was going gorgeously but then the labor-mistress took a temper and made me unroll half the pile. Ah, well.” She wiped a strand of honey blond hair from her eyes, then waggled the fingers of her uplifted hand. “D’ye like my gloves? Found ’em at Brennan’s dollyshop. Cost me two days’ wages, but they’re genuine kidskin, he said.”

“Oh, they’re lovely.” In fact, the knuckles were cracked, and the white leather had long since grown dingy with use. In her friend’s place, Nell could have found better uses for a crown. Good tough wool, for instance. A new kettle. Some fresh fruit—Lord alive, her mouth watered for a crisp country apple.

Then again, she had chilblains, and Hannah didn’t. So who was the wiser?

She took Hannah’s arm and pulled her into step along the pavement. “You won’t let your father see them.” If Garod Crowley found out that his daughter was keeping a bit of coin to herself, there’d be an awful row.

Hannah laughed. “I’m no fool!”

A passing lad made eyes in their direction. Nell didn’t recognize him, so she frowned to send him on his way. He winked at her before turning onward, but despite her blush, she wasn’t fooled: he’d been admiring Hannah. With her heart-shaped face and big, velvet brown eyes, Han had grown dangerously pretty in the last two years.

“Oh, say, Nellie—are you coming to the GFS?”

Nell had forgotten there was a meeting tonight. The ladies who ran the Girls’ Friendship Society had a tendency to lecture and a provoking way of trying to pry into a girl’s private affairs, but they also kept a brilliant collection of books that they’d lend to any girl who joined. “I wish I could go,” she said. But Mum was too sick now to leave alone. That last quack’s potions had only made her worse.

“You’ve got to come! They’re having a tea for us!”

“I know. How lovely.” She would have enjoyed a proper cup. What with how hard she was saving, she couldn’t afford aught but bohea tea these days.

The thought dimmed her mood. She could save all she liked, but it was a slow effort. Meanwhile, Mum grew worse almost by the hour.

“—to give us gifts as well,” Hannah was chattering. “You can’t miss the meeting!”

“I’ve no choice. Suzie’s got a shift at Mott’s tonight, and Mum can’t be alone.”

Hannah cast her a sharp glance. “Let Michael look after your mum for once!”

Nell almost laughed. That would be the day. Ever since Mum had taken too ill to work, Michael wanted nothing to do with her. Suddenly he remembered he was only a stepson. “I expect he’ll want to keep company with Suzie.” He enjoyed the fast atmosphere of the supper club where his wife kept bar—and the fine liquor Suzie slipped him when she was working there.

He enjoyed Suzie’s wages, too. Didn’t let a penny slip past for his wife to keep. Nell couldn’t count on her to help.

What she needed was a moneylender. They scrupled at loaning to a woman, but somebody probably would agree to lend to Michael in her stead.

Would Michael hand over the money once he had it, though? He’d never been one to share. Last year, he’d come into a handsome windfall somehow but he’d put every penny of it toward his political club. Now he’d washed his hands of politics, but gambling and gin kept his pockets empty. If he took a loan and refused to share it … Nell couldn’t think what she would do.

Or rather, she could. She knew exactly how to solve her difficulties. Michael would be more than willing to help on that point. But she couldn’t do it. The very idea made her bones go cold and the gorge rise in her throat. Milk once spoiled is naught but rubbish, Mum always said.

Then again, Mum told her all they needed was prayer. It didn’t make a girl a heathen to know that wasn’t true.

Miserable, she glanced toward Hannah. They’d lived in the same building as children, walked to school together, spent Sunday evenings making mischief in the road. They’d kept nothing from each other while growing up. But lately that had changed. Things were happening that Nell couldn’t manage to speak about for shame. My stepbrother wants to whore me: how did a girl bring herself to say that? And what use in doing so? Hannah had naught but sympathy to give.

Still, a bit of sympathy sounded so lovely right now. Nell gathered her courage. “Han, I’ve got to tell you—”

“Oh, would you look at that!” Hannah dropped her arm to fly toward a shopfront. The gas lamps burning in the window illuminated a row of photographic prints.

Nell exhaled. She was relieved, really. She could manage it on her own.

Still, to her surprise, she had to blink hard a couple of times against the urge to cry. “I’m in a hurry.”

“Oh, come on—just for a moment!”

With a sigh, Nell walked over to the window. This was the new craze, to buy pictures of society beauties. Michael had a couple pinned to the wall at home, flash ladies in evening gowns and tiaras. Sometimes when Nell was frying haddock at the fire, she caught herself staring at them. They looked like dolls, their waists so tiny, their hair so smoothly rolled. Impossible to believe that as she stood there choking on the smell of fish, they were living in the very same world, the same moment in time, not a handful of miles distant. As unreal as they seemed to her, they might have been living on the moon.

“I know about this one!” Hannah pressed a finger to the glass to indicate a handsome girl wearing a dark brocade gown trimmed with silk roses. “Lady Jennie Churchill, does that say?”

Beneath the photograph sat a fancy placard covered in cursive. Nell gave it a quick look. “Aye, right enough.”

“She’s the American one what married the Duke of Marlborough’s son. He’s got a case of the glim, they say!”

Nell shrugged. “Lie down with dogs, rise up with fleas.”

“No, these toffs don’t visit any threepenny uprights, Nell. They keep their molls high class! Set up a girl with a flash place in St. John’s Wood and her own coach and driver, even.”

“And how would you be knowing it?”

“People talk, don’t they?”

The conversation was making Nell’s stomach tighten. They did talk. They accused her mum of putting airs into her, educating her above her station. If she took the path Michael was pushing on her, they would gloat till the cows came home. “They talk a whole lot of rubbish, all right.”

“Oh, don’t be sour! A proper gentleman isn’t the same as a man off the street. No, I expect it’s just talk about his lordship.” Hannah frowned, her finger tapping the glass. “Still, poor girl. Hope he don’t make her sick.”

“Nothing poor about her,” Nell muttered. “Those diamonds at her throat could feed and house us both for five years.”

“Well.” Hannah fell silent, studying the rest of the pictures. She pointed to a photograph farther down the row. “Look there. She’s a lovely one, ain’t she?”

“La-di-da. Give me a fortune and I’d look lovely, too.” Nell cast an anxious glance down the street. The crowd was already starting to thin. Once everybody cleared out, it wouldn’t be safe.

“Well—and hey! I’d say she does look a good bit like you! Really, Nell, have a look at that!”

More About the Author

MEREDITH DURAN blames Anne Boleyn for sparking her lifelong obsession with British history. A graduate student in the social sciences, she spends her free time collecting old etiquette manuals, guidebooks to nineteenth-century London, and travelogues by intrepid Victorian women. She is the author of four novels, all published by Pocket Books. The Duke of Shadows has reached a worldwide audience by being translated into seven languages and was the winner of the Gather.com First Chapters Romance Writing Competition. The Duke of Shadows and her second novel, Bound by Your Touch, were ranked among the top 100 romances of all time in the 2010 All About Romance poll. Her other books include Written on Your Skin and Wicked Becomes You, which was a Romantic Times Top Pick and was included on Woman's World list of Best Beach Reads for Summer 2010. Her next novel, A Lady's Lesson in Scandal, will hit the shelves in July 2011.

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57 of 57 people found the following review helpful By J. P. VINE VOICE on July 2, 2011
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I wasn't sure whether I would like this book, since the plot seemed a little used and contrived, but it ended up working well. Duran was very realistic in her portrayals and depictions, and one knows she did research in order to stay true to what life would have been like for Nell. Oftentimes in romance, if a main character is living in poverty at any point it's somewhat (if not very) romanticized. Reminded me of Judith Ivory's The Proposition, which is another romance that does a great job with this.

The main characters are excellently written, which is what I have come to expect from Duran. She writes very unique, three-dimensional, and compelling leading people each and every time; this book is no exception. What is interesting is that I actually disliked the heroine and didn't really have a feel for the hero for the first section of the book; I had huge doubts about whether or not the book would end up working for me, since I really wasn't feeling any connection. Oddly enough, I think in some way this made the experience better, because it allowed me to fall in love with Nell and Simon right alongside them falling in love with another. It made me that much more invested in them and their relationship.

Nell was a very, very strong heroine; tough as one would expect who grew up as she did, but also vulnerable, sensitive, and affectionate. I loved, LOVED Simon and I think he really grew through his relationship with Nell. He was definitely indifferent and somewhat uncaring at the beginning, but he becomes so much more passionate, aware, and sensitive as the story goes on. Fantastic hero and definitely ended up being one of my favorites.
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14 of 15 people found the following review helpful By Old Latin teacher TOP 500 REVIEWERVINE VOICE on July 1, 2011
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With excellent writing, a beautiful love story, a realistic look at class differences in Victorian England, this is an HR book to relish. For me, nothing Meredith Duran has written is better than her debut THE DUKE OF SHADOWS, but this is a close second and merits 5 stars, perhaps partly because the writing is oh-so-good and I'd been reading oh-so-bad stuff lately. But since June 28 I'm in HR heaven with the release of this and the Loretta Chase and Lorraine Health releases. So much goodness in one week!

Here we have Nell Whitby (aka Lady Cornelia Aubyn) raised in the slums of Bethnal Green and working in a tobacco factory, whose "mother" reveals on her deathbed that Nell is really the daughter of the Earl of Rushden. When her mother is dying, Nell sends letters to this earl, asking for his help, but with no response. After her mother's death, Nell breaks into the earl's home, seeking revenge for his disinterest. It turns out, however, that her father is the late Earl of Rushden and the new one is our hero Simon St. Maur.

Simon has inherited the earldom and everything entailed but all the late earl's money has been left to his twin daughters, Katherine and Cornelia. Cornelia was abducted at the age of 6 and taken to the slums but the late earl had continued to search for her and believed her to be alive. What serendipity for Simon to find her in his bedroom, attempting to kill him (mistakenly).

Well, Simon needs money. This blue-blooded guttersnipe is Cornelia and entitled to half the money the late earl left to his twin daughters. What to do but prove her legitimacy, make her presentable and, of course, marry her?

It's a great love story. Not really a My Fair Lady or Pygmalion tale. It's much more than that.
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7 of 7 people found the following review helpful By Jen TOP 500 REVIEWER on June 27, 2011
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Nell is a woman who has lived a hard life and things look like they're only getting worse. She works in a factory, barely scraping by in the slums of London's Bethnel Green. Her mother is dying and her step-brother is ready to whore her out for money. On her deathbed, Nell's mother reveals that Nell's father is a highborn lord who may be willing to help her financially. But when her letter to him is ignored and her mother dies, Nell decides to get her revenge by killing the man in his sleep.

Only, when she arrives at the home of Lord Rushden, she doesn't find her father. He's been dead for months. Instead, she finds his heir.... a distant cousin. The new lord proposes a shocking idea. If she marries him, he'll help her establish her claim to her inheritance. In exchange, she'll help him shore up his empty coffers. What choice does she have, but to agree?

From here, the story reminds me a little of My Fair Lady, as Rushden tries to help transform Nell from a guttersnipe into a genteel aristocrat. But we get the added bonus of a little sexual heat. Nell and Rushden share a fiery attraction, which travels the course from tension, to action, to tender feelings. Nell's life begins to transform itself into a fairy tale, but she can't let go of the lessons learned in the slums; she can't trust that her happiness will last.

I enjoyed watching Nell drop her defenses as she fell for Rushden. And I definitely enjoyed their love scenes. There are bumps along the road as they try to reach their happy ending, but the obstacles are worth it. Perhaps what's most refreshing is how Nell manages to make it through the story with her character intact... her changes are merely superficial, except for her newfound ability to trust in the man she loves. 4 stars.

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