Jasper McTavish, Tenth Duke of Northumberland, blah, blah, blah, he hated the pomp and pageantry of having the title of Duke. Especially when it was announced in the middle of a ball in the United States and he saw the gleam of financial interest in women’s eyes. He liked living like a regular man in the countryside of England, he liked wood crafting for his profitable business and he liked his peace. But when he was forced to perform his diplomatic duties he did it and longed for the evening to end. Except this time his uncle was with him and they expected him to fulfill another part of his lineage, marry someone they deemed suitable. Jasper was known for never fitting in the mold that was expected of him. So when he met the military attaché to the White House . He was intrigued and definitely smitten by the smart crisp Sergeant Zeva Troy. A plan formed in his mind, Jasper knew if this duke were to take a wife, it would be her. He had five days in Washington D. C to convince her to marry and to go home with him.
The duke with a smooth accent, anything he owned. nor his title, definitely did not impress Zeva. Yet after a few steamy kisses and his offer or marriage and a life away from D.C, she could see the benefits of a change from the place she was starting to loathe. Jasper was all male dominance yet kind, and sexy as hell something that she saw in very few men. Acting on impulse she said yes to his proposal and they were off to meet his family. They were a pompous horrible bunch of people sans a few. But seeing that she maneuvered through deployments and politicians, these elitists were a piece of cake. Zeva found herself falling for the sexy duke and the marriage tuned from being in name only to something more. Would it last knowing that his family would try anything to tear them apart? Especially when they had no problem playing dirty.