The Earl Who Loved Her
The Honorable Scoundrelsby Sophie Barnes
Publication Date: November 14, 2017
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance
Eve Potter can hardly wait to arrive at Amberly Hall for the Christmas season! The hope is that she will make a match with an eligible gentleman. But as fate would have it, she misses the coach that is sent to collect her from her point of arrival and starts out on foot…only to go in the wrong direction. Nearly frozen, she arrives at BlackHall, where she is invited inside and introduced to the master of the house, the Earl of Ravenworth. Eve is smitten, for he is beyond handsome, which makes him a temptation she must avoid. But can she…?
Bryce Harlowe lives as a recluse, shunned by Society and even his own family after being accused of a scandalous transgression. The young woman at his door cannot stay at Blackhall less her reputation be ruined. And yet, when the pesky winter climate leaves them snowed in together at Blackhall, Bryce and Eve grow closer, each discovering a mutual respect and longing for the other. Until Bryce’s past is revealed, threatening to rip apart their newfound love…
Excerpt:
Bryce
Elliot Harlowe, Earl of Ravenworth, was preparing to enjoy the brandy he’d
poured when a knock at the door brought his butler into the library. “My Lord,”
Radcliff said, “a woman has arrived.”
“Does
she have a name?” Bryce asked. He glanced across at his favorite chair.
Enjoying a peaceful moment of reading by the fire would clearly have to wait.
“Miss
Potter. She says she is here to see Mrs. Havisham.”
“Then
she must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.” The Havisham home was six miles in
the opposite direction.
“
I wish to know if I might offer her the use of your carriage. It is almost dark
outside, you see, and it has started to snow. Sending a young woman back out
without escort would not sit well with me.”
Bryce
had to agree. It wouldn’t be right to send any woman away again under such
circumstances, no matter her age. “Have Peter make the necessary preparations,
and in the meantime, please ask Miss Potter to join me.” He received few
visitors these days and was starting to grow weary of his isolation.
“Very
well, my lord.” Radcliff left, returning moments later with a woman who stood
encased in a long black pelisse. She wore a floppy bonnet which dipped across
her forehead, concealing her eyes. Several shawls were wrapped tightly across
her shoulders and chest. “May I present Miss Potter?”
The
woman attempted a curtsy even as she shivered, which prompted Bryce to step
forward quickly and guide her toward the fireplace. Once there, he took a step
back and sketched a short bow. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,
Miss Potter. I am the Earl of Ravenworth.”
She
tipped her chin up, her surprise unmistakable. It encompassed her entire face.
But what caught his attention the most were her dark blue eyes. They left him
completely dazed. Radcliff coughed,
pulling Bryce out of his trance and enabling him to gather his wits. He turned
toward his butler. “Please arrange for some tea and sandwiches to be brought up
and—”
Miss
Potter sneezed and then she sneezed again. And a third time.
“Oh
dear,” she murmured as she took a step closer to the fire.
Oh dear, indeed.
Bryce
gave her an assessing look before addressing Radcliff once more. “I believe we
should get her out of her wet pelisse and hang it to dry in the kitchen next to
the stove. The same goes for her shawls.”
“Yes,
my lord.” Radcliff, being the practical, no-nonsense man he was, crossed to
where Miss Potter was standing and held out his hand. “If you’ll please give me
your outerwear, miss.”
Miss
Potter hesitated. She glanced at Bryce, who gave her a reassuring nod. “We
would hate for you to catch a cold,” he said. “Such a thing could very well
ruin your Christmas.”
That
seemed to get her cooperation. Her fingers quickly untied her shawls and peeled
them away before going to work on the buttons of her pelisse. This garment came
off too, revealing an equally black dress. But not without hinting at a slender
yet curvaceous form. Beneath the other layers of clothing, her breasts had been
undefined and unremarkable. Now, their rounded curves stood out, drawing
Bryce’s attention in a way that made him wish she would keep on undressing.
Of
course she didn’t. But she did take off her bonnet as well, exposing a pile of
blonde curls that appeared to have been twisted and pinned down by force. It
made him wonder what her hair might look like if it were set free – allowed to
fall down over her shoulders and…
He
swallowed and turned away, grabbing his glass and tossing back his brandy
before swinging around to face Radcliff. “That will be all for now.”
About Sophie Barnes
Born in Denmark, Sophie has spent her youth traveling with her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She’s lived in five different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish, English, French, Spanish and Romanian.
She has studied design in Paris and New York and has a bachelor’s degree from Parson’s School of design, but most impressive of all – she’s been married to the same man three times, in three different countries and in three different dresses.
While living in Africa, Sophie turned to her lifelong passion – writing.
When she’s not busy, dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys spending time with her family, swimming, cooking, gardening, watching romantic comedies and, of course, reading. She currently lives on the East Coast.
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