Lady Delilah Dares A Duke By Sofie Darling May 2026

Delilah breathed a sigh of relief, but as she stood to leave, Arthur caught her wrist.

Delilah took a step closer, ignoring the scandalous proximity. "You are a dull man, Arthur. A marble statue in a cravat. I bet you haven’t felt a moment of genuine excitement since the Regency began." One of Arthur’s dark eyebrows arched. "Is that so?" Lady Delilah Dares a Duke by Sofie Darling

As she walked away, Delilah realized with a start that while she had won the land, she was very much in danger of losing her heart to the very man she had spent a lifetime daring to notice her. Delilah breathed a sigh of relief, but as

The room seemed to shrink. To appear as the Duke’s guest was to signal an intimacy that would set every tongue in Mayfair wagging. It was a dangerous dare, but Delilah Vane never backed down. "Agreed," she said, extending a gloved hand. A marble statue in a cravat

Arthur Sterling, the Seventh Duke of Ravenstock, was a man of iron rules and even colder expressions. He was also, quite inconveniently, the guardian of the estate bordering Delilah’s family home. For years, the two had engaged in a polite but pointed cold war over a disputed strip of woodland known as The King’s Hollow.

He tossed his hand onto the table, face down. "It seems," he lied smoothly, "that the luck of the Vanes holds true. The fair is yours, Delilah."