“You Hired Me as a Cook, Your Grace, Not as a Wife” — “Then Marry Me Over a Black Pot of Burnt Soup”

“You hired me as a cook, Your Grace, not as a wife.” Nora Fitch arrives at Stanmere Hall on a wet Thursday night with a trunk, a pale green dress and a very honest tongue. In the kitchen she finds a tired young man burning toast over a dying fire, and she does what any good cook would do. She tells him he is doing it wrong and orders him to sit down. She has no idea that the “kitchen boy” is the Duke himself. Six Sundays remain. Forty hungry villagers each time. A cousin who wants to pull down the cottages, a will with a cruel condition, and a pantry full of mustard. One cook, one lonely Duke and one pot of soup stand between a whole village and everything it owns. Then the proposal comes, and it comes at the worst possible moment. If you love slow burn Regency romance, strong heroines, cozy kitchen scenes, a handsome and lonely Duke, and a happy ending that is truly earned, this story is for you. Watch till the end for the final scene over the burnt pot. 💬 Tell me in the comments: would you have said yes to the Duke’s first proposal? 👍 Like, subscribe and turn on notifications for a new Regency romance story every week. This is a work of fiction. The story, characters and images are created with the help of AI and are not based on real people or real events. #regencyromance #dukeromance #audiobookromance #historicalromance #cookandduke #slowburnromance