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The Duke & The Dandy Highwayman Trilogy by Zakarrie C
It takes an outlaw to defy a love outlawed…unless such trifles are but a rut in your road to wrangling justice from the jaws of injustice…
Series: The Duke & The Dandy Highwayman (books 1-3)
Release Date: May 4, 2019
Length: ~100,000 words
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Pairing / Genre(s) / Keyword(s): M/M Historical (Regency) Romance, Comedy/Humor, Forbidden Love, Highwayman/Duke, Duty, Expectations of Society, Redemption Tale
It is a standalone story
INCLUDED IN THE TRILOGY:
The Duke & The Dandy Highwayman
The Potent Prince & The Prowler
The Incorrigible & The Count
‘The Most High, Noble and Potent Prince, His Grace Padraic, Duke of Waterford.’
After enduring the Ducal Grand Entrance, one might be forgiven for thinking that an evening could only improve. One would be wrong. Padraic was then duty bound to find an amiable miss to romance and dance attendance upon. In truth, the Duke was rather more partial to establishments that promised charms he would ne’er find in the arms of a Lady. Such dalliances did add a dash of decadence to his life of ducal drudgery, but time was tick-tocking and a blue-stocking bride must be wooed, and wed…
Raff of the Rookeries. The most afeared rake-hell to have haunted the highways since Darkin denied them the pleasure at the gallows…by stepping off the ladder before they could whip it from under his feet. Raff had fought his way up to rule the roost with instincts as razor-sharp as his dirk. His sword skills, fists, and wily wits had stood him in good stead, but none had proved as invaluable as the weapon he’d ne’er needed to tend. His fury. A rage every bit as lethal as arsenic—deadlier than brawn, brains, or bravado—Raphael had carried it like a toxic plague. Until, he became Raff of the Rookeries. Unleashed upon the underworld, it was the most formidable foe in London.
Two men from two different worlds…a mere few miles apart. That is, until the fateful night when The Duke was halted in his tracks by a very Dandy Highwayman…
Mayhaps twenty minutes later, the air turned decidedly rank; a stench that came accompanied by random street sounds and the odd drunken shout. They were, beyond any shadow o’doubt, heading for some godforsaken part of town. A logical assumption, further embellished by the aroma of decaying cabbage and other, far less salubrious odors.
If the Devil himself intended to demoralize the poor, he could not find a means more agreeable to his plans, than the London slums.
“Nearly there, Yer Grace,” The scoundrel called over his shoulder as they slowed to a trot.
“Where is ‘there’?” Padraic dared to wonder.
“My humble abode. It’s where you’ll be staying awhile; leastways until someone coughs up for yer safe return.” The highwayman’s voice sounded harsher, colder while imparting this, as if his words were poisoned by the rancid air as they fell from his lips.
“Whereabouts are we?” Padraic asked, curious as to whether his rogue would answer.
It was as he’d expected. They were in the warren of narrow, filthy streets and alleyways in the densely populated slums. Home to one of London’s most notorious Rookeries. An utterly lawless labyrinth of squalid living, gin dens, bawdy houses, and brothels. Popular legend told of a traveller who had entered Portugal Street on his way to The Strand and never emerged. His ghost was, apparently, still searching for a way back to civilization. Padraic would just have to hope to fare rather better than he.
The Duke had e’er been horrified that people were forced to live this way, right under the refined noses of the ton. Poles apart, but virtually overlapping in proximity. Padraic had poured thousands into funding an orphanage and school for foundlings, when he came into his inheritance. He visited them oft, choosing the staff himself to ensure that no child was ill-treated, but there was only so much he could do. With all the will in the world, there wasn’t a great deal to be done, as long as those in power turned a blind eye to the suffering of others.
“Whoa…” When Demon clattered to a halt on the cobblestones, the Duke reluctantly relinquished his grip about his captor’s person. The scoundrel shifted in the saddle and with one sharp tug, the kerchief was gone, alongside a fair few strands of hair that were tangled into its knot. The Duke scarce felt the sting as his hungry gaze guzzled the sight it had been denied for the duration of the ride. ’Twas with a devilish wink that the highwayman threw a leg over the horse’s head, before lightly dismounting.
“Billy, m’lad!” He hailed a youth seated on the front steps of a large dilapidated townhouse, holding a lantern aloft. An endearing grin lit up his grimy face as he sprang to his feet.
“Yer all right, Raff?” he chirped, in very genuine cockney tones.
“Too right I am. We ’ave ourselves a guest m’friend. Yer Grace, this is Billy—he ain’t got another name—so I can’t tell yer that. Billy, this ’ere is His Grace, The Duke of Waterford, so yer better mind your p’s ’n’ q’s, like I taught yer.”
“Hello Billy, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Padriac greeted him.
“Lawks! I can’t fink why, Yer…Grace?” Billy glanced at the man he’d called Raff, seeking reassurance for his form of address, and received an approving nod.
“I can’t think why ’twould not be.” Padraic smiled. Billy looked puzzled for a moment—as if trying to make sense of something he’d patently understood—then just beamed instead and reached for Demon’s halter.
“See that he’s rubbed down and well-fed, won’t you, Billy? I need to get our guest settled in.”
“Righto. C’mon Demon, let’s be ’avin yer, there’s oats awaiting and some fresh hay.”
“After you, Yer Grace…” The rascal sketched a bow, waving his hand with a flourish as he bent extravagantly low, before straightening up to push open the front door. It was painted black; blistered, peeling and desperately in need of a fresh coat. A large, dimly lit hallway lay beyond it, with a wide staircase ascending on the left.
“Raff! I’d almost given up ’ope on ya. Thought you’d gone a-whoring,” announced a stocky, bow-legged man, with close-cropped hair and forearms like lamb shanks. His broad grin revealed several missing teeth, the remaining ones having seen better days. Several decades ago.
Despite having tugged his kerchief down when they entered, Padraic was still unable to drink his fill of Raff’s face, for much of it was cast into shadow and the rest, obscured by a tangled fall of hair.
“Not tonight Bluff, I was off procuring us a guest,” he smirked.
“Crikey, you’ve nabbed a right nob. Who the ’ell is he?”
“This ’ere’s The Duke of Waterford.” Raff declared, inclining his head with divine insolence.
“Lawks! A Duke? Couldn’t yer find a Prince ’anging about then?” Bluff gaped.
“’Fraid not, we’ll just ’ave to slum it…” Raff tutted, with a fulsome sigh.
“I hope yer don’t expect me t’curtsy. I ain’t got the legs for it.”
“You ain’t got the legs for owt except sitting on ’orseback,” Raff retorted, about a breath before his tone darkened to a deadly rasp. “Bluff. See to it that no one. But no one. Lays a finger on him.” He added nary a dire threat, nor had he raised his voice. Raff had, in fact, lowered it to a lethal lash of sound that sliced the air like a whip—but it was the glint of green he levelled at Bluff that made the man swallow visibly while nodding several times.
“Will do, Raff. He’ll fetch a pretty price, won’t he?”
“Too bloody right, he will. I’ll have to keep him up top with me—Duke he might be—but he ain’t above being too ripe and ready by ’alf.”
“A dark ’orse is he? I ain’t at all surprised, now you mention it. Beggin’ yer pardon, Yer Dukeness. Right, I’ll just wait for Billy an’ lock up then.”
“Thanks, Bluff. ’Night.”
“’Night Raff…’night yer Dukeness.” Bluff doffed an imaginary cap at Padraic, who inclined his head with ducal gravity, so as not to disappoint him. The amiable miscreant was chuckling away to himself as he took his leave of them, before disappearing through a door further down the hallway.
“Right then, Yer Grace, up yer go. Right to the top,” Raff instructed, gesturing towards the staircase with a regal sweep of his hand.
“Are you locking me in the attic?” Padraic asked, as he clasped the bannister.
“I am, indeed. Yer can’t get up to any mischief up there.”
The Duke thought it might be wise to hold his tongue and make his way upstairs, afore the scoundrel decided to shove him in the coal cellar instead. Padraic’s brain was abuzz with demon steeds, daft monikers, and bandy-legged blackguards. A boy with only one name and a heart of gold.
Meet the Author
After moving to London at eighteen and flitting about for far too long, Zakarrie settled, as blissy as can be, by the sea. ’Twas here that her castaway dreams resurfaced and she began to write; stories that are, in truth, better at being her than she’s ever been. Her one hope now is that someone, somewhere, will enjoy the misadventures of her miscreants as much as she loves writing them.
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8 thoughts on “RELEASE BLITZ – The Duke & The Dandy Highwayman Trilogy by Zakarrie C – #Excerpt #Giveaway”
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I suppose a Kindle would have made more sense than a Kobo since this is exclusive to Amazon. 😏 Eep. I loved that image though, and didn’t think about that until just now.
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There…fixed the Kobo/Kindle conflict. The image has a generic ereader now (that was bothering me). 😁
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