Lady Delilah Dares A Duke By Sofie Darling Direct

"I dare you," she whispered, her eyes flashing. "A wager. One game of piquet tonight. If I win, the fair proceeds in the Hollow. If you win... I shall stop petitioning you for the land entirely."

The room seemed to shrink. To appear as the Duke’s guest was to signal an intimacy that would set every tongue in Mayfair wagging. It was a dangerous dare, but Delilah Vane never backed down. "Agreed," she said, extending a gloved hand. Lady Delilah Dares a Duke by Sofie Darling

"It is a simple request, Your Grace," Delilah said, snapping her lace fan shut as they stood on the edges of a crowded London ballroom. "I wish to host the Midsummer Fair in the Hollow. It has been a tradition for decades, one your father never contested." "I dare you," she whispered, her eyes flashing

They retired to the card room, the air between them thick with a different kind of tension than the one they had shared for years. As the cards were dealt, Delilah realized that for all his talk of rules, Arthur played with a ruthless, predatory grace. If I win, the fair proceeds in the Hollow

"My father was a man of sentimental whims, Lady Delilah," Arthur replied, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated in her chest. "I am not. The Hollow is private property, and I will not have half the village trampling the flora for the sake of cheap ale and ribbons."

The final hand came down to a single card. Delilah felt the prickle of sweat against her silk bodice. She played her Ace of Hearts.