With a heavy mahogany bow in hand and a quiver of arrows cinched at her waist, she marched into the clearing of the Duke of Ashbourne’s sprawling estate. She didn't notice the Duke himself—the notoriously brooding and impossibly handsome Arthur Vance—leaning against an oak tree just past the practice hay bales.
"Breathe," he whispered near her ear. "Release on the exhale." Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...
"You're gripping the riser too tightly, Lady Penelope," a deep voice drawled. With a heavy mahogany bow in hand and