Duchess of My Heart

Part of the Vault Collection

Jillian’s marriage was a nightmare, the news of her husband’s death an answered prayer. She refuses to bow to the ton and pretend to mourn. And her best friend Case will be by her side as she defies society’s rules and has her first taste of freedom.

Justin, eighth Duke of Whittington, is determined to save his family name from the scandal his brother Case is creating but the lovely Jillian is not the foe he expected. Both vulnerable and vexing, he’s never met another woman like her. But as sparks fly between them, Justin realizes he must help save Jillian from her past before they can ever have a future.

Duchess of My Heart

The bruises had faded, but how many more were to come? The pain had subsided but was still fresh in her memory. Closing her eyes against the vivid images playing over and over in her mind, Jillian St. James, Countess of Penroth, turned away from the window of her bedchamber. Her prison.

Lightening flashed, illuminating the darkened interior, and she tensed as she awaited the boom of thunder that was sure to follow. A lone candle flickered, casting eerie shadows on the wall then waned as the flame went out.

The earl had departed for France a month earlier, and she still bore the marks of his farewell gift. She rubbed absently at her wrist, still sore from the violent twisting it had received. He could return at any moment. Already he was a day late, but he loved to arrive when she least expected it, gleeful in his ability to intimidate her, to terrorize her.

Fear knotted her throat, and dread settled over her like a suffocating blanket. Her breathing became rapid, and she fought to keep the panic at bay. Would he bring the others with him? Nausea swelled in her stomach, and she choked back the bile.

She whirled around, staring at the door in terror as she heard footsteps echo down the long corridor leading to her chamber. A scream lodged in her throat, but she swallowed it down. She had learned early that screaming didn’t help.

Like a marble statue, she stood in the center of her bedchamber, waiting, and dying a little more with each breath. The month’s reprieve had not been a reprieve at all, for she had spent each day in dread of his return. The servants, all loyal to him, watched and waited for something to report to their master. Their reward would be great for giving him something to punish her for. As if he needed a reason.

The steps drew closer and stopped outside her door. It creaked as it slowly opened, and she drew herself up, determined not to cower. A shadowy form stepped inside the room and paused, looking around—for her, no doubt.


Relief flooded her, draining her of what remaining strength she had. She slumped to the floor, her legs flaccid. Then a stronger fear struck her. “You shouldn’t be here.”

He rushed forward to help her up. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she said, though she was still shaking in fright. “Case, he will be back any moment. He mustn’t find you here. He would never believe we are just friends.”

“Jilly, there is something I must tell you. Come sit down, this is going to come as a shock.” He led her over to an armchair by the window. Lightning illuminated the distant sky as the storm moved further away.

She sat and her gaze flitted to the door. Her husband wouldn’t have to witness Case’s presence first hand. The servants would be all too willing to report.

Case…her friend and the only person she trusted in the world. He looked uncomfortable, as if unsure of how to go about saying what it was that plagued him. “What is it?” she asked.

He hesitated a moment and took her hand in his. “Penroth’s ship went down at sea. There were no survivors.” He watched her closely, waiting her reaction.

Her eyes narrowed and anger seized her. She wouldn’t have thought Case to be cruel. He had been an unwavering source of support in the last few months. “What kind of sick jest is this?” she asked sharply.

He squeezed her hand comfortingly. “It’s true, Jilly. He is dead.”

Her mind fought to make sense of what Case was telling her. Had her prayer been answered? Had the litany she had chanted for the past six months filtered up to God’s ears, and had he taken mercy on her? No, it wasn’t possible that she could be free from the hell she had descended into on the day of her marriage.

“I am not amused,” she choked out.

“I know it is hard to believe,” he said softly. “But I would not taunt you so. I would not hold in front of you something so wonderful if it were not true.”

“Then I am free?” she asked in wonder. Dare she hope that her nightmare was over? Had the devil been thrown back to hell?

Case nodded and tears filled her eyes as months of fear and horror came pouring out of her. Her relief was overwhelming. Just moments earlier she had been preparing herself for the worst, and now she was forever absolved of such terror.

“I won’t mourn him,” she said fiercely. “I refuse to observe a single day of mourning for that bastard. He deserves none of my respect.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t wish,” Case murmured.

She stood and paced the floor in agitation. “I won’t live here.” She would never live in this hellish estate. It could rot to the ground for all she cared. Though she had not had time to present her husband with an heir, she was sure his solicitors would find some distant cousin to fill the role.

She strode to the wardrobe and began throwing a few dresses onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” Case asked as he walked up behind her.

“Getting out of here,” she said tersely. “I won’t stay another night—ever.”

When she was through collecting the sparse belongings she wanted to convey with her, she turned and stared challengingly at her friend. “I will die before I ever show one ounce of remorse over his death.”

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Maya Banks

May 20, 2019

ISBN-13: 9781946461292


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Duchess of My Heart

is Part of the Vault Collection

Maya Banks is the #1 New York Times and #1 USA Today bestselling author of the Breathless trilogy and more than sixty novels across many genres, including erotic, contemporary, historical and paranormal, all with a happily ever after.