The Botanist and the Beastly Duke: A Clean Sweet Enemies to Lovers Regency Romance
Kerri Kastle
They call me the mad Duke of Penrose.
A beast locked away in a house as broken as my soul.
I wanted silence. I earned it in blood and war.
But then she arrived in the storm, small, stubborn, soaked to the bone,
claiming she came to restore my mother’s gardens.
I tried to banish her.
Yet every time I see her hands in the soil, coaxing life from death,
something inside me cracks.
She speaks to the roses like they can still be saved.
And God help me, I start to believe her.
Her laughter haunts these empty halls.
Her courage burns where my heart used to be.
But I can’t let her in.
Because if she ever learns the truth about what I’ve done,
She’ll flee from me forever.
And I’d rather live in ruin than lose her light.

