Download File A Shot At The Duke_ A Witty His -... 【PROVEN】

"Beginner's luck," Arthur teased, though his hand lingered on her arm a second too long.

Penelope jumped, her arrow skittering across the grass. "Your Grace! You shouldn't sneak up on a woman armed with lethal projectiles."

"I am not 'most ladies,'" Penelope said, notches her arrow. "If I win, my father stops trying to marry me off to Lord Ponsonby, a man who has the personality of damp wool." Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...

"You're gripping the riser too tightly, Lady Penelope," a deep voice drawled.

Lady Penelope Thorne was not looking for a husband, but she was looking for a target. "Beginner's luck," Arthur teased, though his hand lingered

"I am not poaching," she snapped, retrieving her arrow. "I am practicing for the Midsummer Tournament. My father’s honor—and my own freedom—depends on it."

"Hardly," Penelope laughed, turning in his arms. The wit that usually protected her failed as she looked up at him. "Perhaps the Duke of Ashbourne is good for something other than scowling at garden parties." You shouldn't sneak up on a woman armed

"Breathe," he whispered near her ear. "Release on the exhale."