Geek Girls Don't Date Dukes
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- HUF2,790.00
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- HUF2,790.00
Publisher Description
She’s after a duke, but it’s the valet who gives her the royal treatment
All Leah wanted was a little gallantry. But in this day and age, chivalry was most definitely dead. If only there were a way to travel back in time and snag her very own duke.
Avery Russell was polishing some boots when a woman fell through the bedchamber mirror into his arms. All he could make out from her breathless babbling was some nonsense about "my one true love, Your Grace." Clearly the chit was mad if she couldn't tell a valet from a duke!
As much as Avery wanted to give in and give her a good tumble, he knew it wouldn't be proper. No, he'd take as long as necessary to convince Leah that sometimes a duke just won't do.
Geek Girls series:
The Geek Girl and the Scandalous Earl (Book 1)
Geek Girls Don’t Date Dukes (Book 2)
Kiss the Earl (Book 3)
Praise for Gina Lamm:
“Irreverent and sexy romp.”—Publishers Weekly
“Snappy writing and characters who share a surprising, spicy chemistry.”—RT Book Reviews
“Gina Lamm writes excellent [time travel romance] with humor and great storytelling.”—Books Like Breathing
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
An enchanted Chippendale mirror returns in this grating follow-up to Lamm's first time-travel farce, The Geek Girl and the Scandalous Earl. When Ren-Faire fan and drama teacher Leah Ramsey's beloved grandfather tells her she needs to find her soul mate, Leah gets Regency housekeeper and witch Mrs. Knightsbridge to whisk her through the mirror to the household of the Duke of Granville. Leah thinks she has her sights set on the duke, but the man she's actually fixated on is his valet, Avery Russell, a boxer with a heart of gold who is being threatened by blackmailers. What was silly but fun in the previous novel becomes tedious here: again we have a heroine whose modernity is expressed by her swearing a blue streak; who's been dumped by a douche bag and longs for old-fashioned chivalry; and whose American accent and odd ways endear her to others instead of guaranteeing her a stint in a 19th-century asylum. Readers will have trouble suspending their disbelief a second time.
