The clock strikes twelve, and the Duke steps inside
It is midnight in London. The perfect hour for a secret rendezvous. And at this bewitching hour, I thought it only fitting to unveil the cover of “A Duke at Midnight.”
Whether the clock is striking twelve where you are or the evening is still young, I invite you to step into the magic of midnight with me.
So, without further ado, here it is…
What do you think?
I cannot stop looking at it. I adore the moon’s quiet glow, the grand house standing proud in the background, and Rosalie’s gown – such a perfect choice, reminding me of a favourite coral dress I had as a child. But what I love most is how the Duke holds Rosalie, how their heads incline towards one another. You can see at once, his posture says everything, without a single word: I will protect you. I will never let you go. A silent vow, more romantic than anything I could put to paper.
And what is “A Duke at Midnight” about?
Rosalie Wayfield is London’s most sought-after dressmaker, famed for her elegant corsetry. A twist of fate forces her to deliver her latest commission in person.
But when she steps into the room at the stroke of midnight, she does not find her client. She finds a stranger.
What Rosalie does not yet realise is that she has walked straight into London’s most exclusive – and most discreet – house of ill repute. And the man she meets? He mistakes her for a courtesan.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with dangerously captivating eyes, he is temptation itself. And for just one night, Rosalie gives in. By morning, they will part ways and never meet again. No one will ever know of her folly.
Or so she believes.
It does not take long for whispers of her scandalous night to spread. And worse, the man she spent it with is none other than the Duke of Blackbourne. The most feared man in London. A man rumoured to be ruthless, merciless – perhaps even deadly…
Release date: 8th April 2025
“A Duke at Midnight” is a regency romance novel with explicit scenes. It is a complete standalone with a guaranteed happy ending.
Yours ever,
Midnight Emmi
(I simply could not resist, dear readers!)