It had been a while since I last picked up a physical paperback, and Not That Duke by Eloisa James reminded me why that experience still feels so distinct.

This installment in the Would-Be Wallflowers series tells the story of Silvester Parnell, the Duke of Huntington, and Stella Corsham, an intelligent, bespectacled heroine who believes herself unlovable. What begins as a story of mismatched expectations slowly unfolds into one of mutual respect, sensual awakening, and unexpected tenderness.

Silvester is the kind of hero you cannot quite decide whether to admire or shake your head at. With a brilliant but eccentric mother whose inventions once caused polite society to brand the entire family as odd, he is determined to live a life as far removed from scandal as possible. His goal is simple: find a well-bred, quiet duchess who will bring respectability back to his name.

What he does not want is Stella, a woman who talks too much, reads too much, and wears spectacles that seem to define her in the eyes of those around her. Yet in true Eloisa James fashion, fate or rather, an interfering mother and an annual treasure hunt forces them together until the spark between them is impossible to ignore.

Stella is an unconventional heroine for certain. Orphaned and raised by an aunt who instilled in her a deep wariness of men’s desires, she moves through life convinced that she is too opinionated and plain to ever inspire genuine affection. Watching her navigate society’s unkindness, especially the barbed remarks from so-called friends who reminds her of her “unsuitability”, makes her eventual transformation into a confident, passionate woman immensely satisfying. There is something deeply endearing about Stella’s curiosity and her quiet humor, even when her inner monologue veers toward self-doubt.

For much of the first half, Silvester’s attentions are directed elsewhere, toward Lady Yasmin, the very picture of aristocratic perfection. It is only through proximity and the slow realization that Stella’s sharp mind and unflinching honesty challenge him in ways Yasmin never could, that his admiration turns into desire.

Their chemistry, when it ignites, burns surprisingly hot, and the sensuality between them is trademark Eloisa James: lush, emotional, and deliciously frank. The scenes after their marriage are particularly memorable, showcasing not just physical passion but also the vulnerability of two people learning how to love without pretense.

That said, the book falters in pacing. The first half feels bogged down by too many intersecting storylines; Yasmin and Giles’s romance runs parallel here, which often steals attention from Silvester and Stella. It isn’t until the second part that the narrative truly becomes theirs, and from that point, the emotional payoff finally delivers.

At times, the prose veers into ostentation, with vocabulary that feels like it’s trying too hard to sound clever, pulling me out of the moment instead of deepening it. Still, there is undeniable charm in James’s humor and her ability to write characters whose flaws make them human.

Despite its imperfections, Not That Duke has moments of genuine warmth, especially when Silvester’s polished composure cracks and we glimpse the man beneath; passionate, protective, and wholly undone by his unlikely duchess. Stella, for her part, gives as good as she gets, matching him wit for wit, and by the end, it’s clear that she’s exactly the woman he needed all along.

Recommended for: readers who enjoy slow-burn historical romances, intelligent heroines, and reformed dukes who learn that love rarely fits inside their plans.

Final Verdict: A clever, slow-burn Victorian romance where wit meets heat and the wrong duchess turns out to be just right.

Favorite Quotes

He put a strong hand under her elbow. “Are you uninjured?” Silvester asked, once she was on her feet.
She thought of him as Silvester because the name suited him. It was a fancy, elegant name for a fancy, elegant man.
“I’m fine,” she mumbled.
Stella thought of her body as capable of walking and dancing, most of the time. Luckily she was sturdily constructed, since her bones never broke, no matter how often she tumbled to the ground.
But around Silvester? With his broad shoulders, the handsome curve of his jaw, the easy swing of his muscled body, his gray eyes, even his commanding nose…
His smile.
Around him, her body became her enemy, serving up shaking knees and quickened breath. Desire that flared straight down her back after a glance at his lower lip. Or the touch of his hand on her arm.
He went to Stella’s head like potent wine.

Silvester in the ballroom was one thing: he gleamed like the gold-plated aristocrat he was. But here? Wearing little more than a sheet, his burly chest undisguised? His nose seemed twice as bold and fierce.
And his eyes? Those gray, piercing eyes that could look so charming?
His coats must be cleverly cut to disguise his breadth, just as his charming smiles disguised the fierce desire to win every battle, important or other-wise. Stripped of his embroidery and lace, there was no mistaking who stood in the middle of the garden, wearing a swath of cloth and spinning a wooden sword while he listened intently to a young boy.
A warrior.
A man who ruthlessly manipulated currency markets for his own good—and incidentally to prevent the collapse of England’s finances.

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