Today we have the blog tour of Ginger Voight’s Peaches & the Duke! Check out this gorgeous romance and be sure to pre-order The Duke Takes A Bride today!
Title: PEACHES & THE DUKE
Author: Ginger Voight
Genre: Royal Rockstar Romance
About Peaches & the Duke:For Peaches McPhee, the chance to interview the Duke of Mayhem is too good an opportunity to miss. This eccentric, elusive royal went rogue to pursue a career as a rock god years before, but he was finally willing to spill the tea in a tell-all memoir that would ensure he’d never sit on a throne. Only Auggie isn’t the only one keeping secrets. Peaches has got a big one that is increasingly harder to hide the closer he gets to her, literally bringing a fairy tale to life. When the whole world turns its focus on her and those she loves the most, a palace just might be the last place left to hide. Ginger Voight is back and she expands her Groupieverse across the oceans to foreign lands, where a rock and roll prince might have found an American princess. With the help of her best friend, they bring 40 years of storytelling collaboration to sweep you away to a magical land where fairy tales really do come true, whether you like it or not. You fell for Vanni, you pined for Drew… but nothing could have prepared you for Auggie. Say hello to your next book boyfriend.
I stepped away towards the water’s edge, pulled the special phone from my purse and texted: “Aren’t you coming to your party?”
Within a minute he responded. “I had other plans.”
Oh, I texted. I wondered if those two letters properly conveyed the depths of my disappointment. Almost in response, a horn blared twice from a vessel just off the shore. I peered into the darkness, and I could see a man’s silhouette on deck.
The phone buzzed in my hand. “Join me.”
I glanced back where the party raged with everyone flying high after the performance. Even Fern was caught up in the fervor, dancing with Gavin and the rest of the troupe. I walked down the pier as the luxury yacht motored forward to the dock. Auggie stood on the deck with that self-satisfied smirk that I couldn’t hate if my heart depended on it, which I suspected it did.
But there he was, standing on a boat to anywhere.