Excerpt of For Love of the Duke by Christi Caldwell

He settled his large, hand over hers.

Katherine jumped.

“I suggest unless you merely want to trade death by
drowning for death by the wheels of a carriage, that you
release the handle, madam.”

His flat, emotionless tone conveyed boredom. Why, he might
as well have been commenting on the weather or offering her
tea.

Katherine snatched her hand back, feeling burned by his
touch. “You are a m-monster,” she repeated.

He tugged free his wet gloves and beat them against one
another. Drops of water sprayed the carriage walls. “Your
charge grows unoriginal and tedious, madam.”

And in that moment it occurred to Katherine just how
ungrateful she must seem. The towering stranger might be a
foul-tempered fiend, but he’d saved her. Her lips twisted.
Whether he’d wanted to or not.

“Forgive me, I’ve not yet thanked you.” She took a breath.
“So thank you. For saving me. From drowning,” she finished
lamely.

His shoulder lifted in a slight shrug. “I’d hardly ruin the
amusements of the day by watching you drown beneath the
surface of the Thames.”

She expected she should feel outraged, shocked, appalled by
those callously delivered words…and yet, something in his
tone gave her pause. It was as though he sought to elicit
an outraged response from her. Instead of outrage,
Katherine was filled with her first stirrings of intrigue,
wondering what had happened to turn his black heart so
vile.

Katherine did not rise to his clear attempt at bating her.
“My name is Lady Katherine Adamson.” Pause. “I imagine I
should know the name of my rescuer.”

He said nothing for a while, and Katherine suspected he had
no intention of answering her. She sighed and reached for
the curtained window.

“Jasper Waincourt, 8th Duke of Bainbridge.”

Her eyes widened. “You are a duke,” she blurted.

He arched a single, frosty black brow at her. “You’d be
wise not to make designs upon my title, madam. I’d not wed
you if you were the last creature in the kingdom.”

She blinked. Oh, the dastard. Katherine jabbed a finger at
him. “And you, well I wouldn’t wed you if you were the last
creature in the world, and the King decreed it to spare my
life.”

His lips twitched. But then the firm line was back in
place, so that she suspected she’d imagined the slight
expression of mirth. “It is good we are of like opinions,
then, madam. We are here,” he said.

She angled her head. And then the carriage rocked to a
halt.

The sudden, unexpectedness of the stop, propelled Katherine
forward, and she landed in an ignominious heap atop the
duke’s chest.

It was as though she’d slammed into a stone wall. All the
breath left her. She looked up at him through her lids…