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FOREVER YOUR EARL
The Wicked Quills of London Book One
Eva Leigh
Released Sept 29th, 2015
Avon Books
Eleanor Hawke loves a good scandal. And readers of her successful gossip rag live for the exploits of her favorite subject: Daniel Balfour, the notorious Earl of Ashford. So when the earl himself marches into her office one day and invites her to experience his illicit pursuits firsthand, Eleanor is stunned. Gambling hells, phaeton races, masquerades…What more could a scandal writer want than a secret look into the life of this devilishly handsome rake?
Daniel has secrets and if The Hawk’s Eye gets wind of them, a man’s life could be at stake. And what better way to distract a gossip than by feeding her the scandal she desperately craves? But Daniel never expected the sharp mind and biting wit of the beautiful writer, and their desire for each other threatens even his best laid plans.
But when Eleanor learns the truth of his deception, Daniel will do anything to prove a romance between a commoner and an earl could really last forever.
But Lord Ashford up close was
rather...appalling. It didn't seem right that a man so blessed
by fortune and title should also be so attractive.
His dark brown hair was fashionably
cut and artfully tousled, as if he'd recently risen from a lover's
bed. Given his reputation, that was most likely possible.
He had a broad forehead, a coin-clean jawline, thick brows, and eyes
that, even with yards between her and him, stunned her with their
blue clarity. Naturally, he had a mouth that looked very adept
at kissing and...other things.
He moved with a long-limbed ease
that betrayed his skill as a sportsman. His ink blue coat fit
the broad width of his shoulders, and his cream and gold-embroidered
waistcoat defined the shape of his torso—his tailor on Jermyn
Street produced excellent work. Snug doeskin breeches were
tucked into polished Hessians that came from Bond Street.
Truly, he was quite alarming.
“Miss Hawke?” he
asked sharply, coming to stand in front of her paper-cluttered
desk. “I wasn't expecting a female.”
“Neither were my parents,” she
answered, “but they learned to adapt. How might I help
you, my lord?”
Though she felt an obligation to ask
the question, she braced herself for what was sure to be a scorching
lecture.
He removed his hat and set it
aside. Then he held up an issue of The
Hawk's Eye and began
to read.
“'Lord A—d, a figure well-known
to our assiduous and genteel readers, was lately seen in the company
of a certain Mrs. F—e, whose late husband made his considerable
fortune through the manufacture and sale of a woman's garment we
blush to mention in these virtuous pages.'” He tossed one of
the issues to the ground. “Wrong.”
“You cannot deny—”
But he wasn't done. Holding up
another issue of the paper, he read again. “'It may or
may not stun our honorable readers to learn that the notorious Lord
A—d has not amended his ways following the duel over Lady L., from
Y—shire, and has been espied with another married lady of
questionable character, at the late night revels hosted by the
equally rakish Mr. S—n. Yet it was noted by our keen-eyed
intelligence that this married lady was not the only female vying for
the earl's favors.'” This paper he also cast to the
floor. “Wrong.”
She herself had written those
pieces, and while they weren't matchless examples of English prose,
she was still rather proud of them, as she was of all her labors.
To have her hard work thrown to the ground like so much garbage was
rankling.
“I assure you, my lord,” she
said bitingly, “The
Hawk's Eye strives
for the greatest of accuracy.” She had a network of sources
which she used regularly to provide information. Many members
of the aristocracy were in dire need of funds, and they gladly turned
on each other in order to maintain the pretense of effortless
wealth. Eleanor always paid her informants to keep them
returning.
Whether or not they lied to her just
to collect payment wasn't her concern, but she always preferred it if
she could validate their statements. Sometimes that meant going
out and conducting a few investigations. But she was a very
busy woman—writing articles, editing countless others, managing the
paper’s finances—and didn't always have the time.
She had to earn a living, after
all. And men like the earl didn't.
SCANDAL TAKES THE STAGE
The Wicked Quills of London Book Two
Eva Leigh
Releasing Oct 27th, 2015
Avon Books
Successful playwright Maggie Delamere has no interest in the flirtations of noblemen like Cameron, Viscount Marwood. She once paid dearly for a moment of weakness… and vows to rebuff the wildly
persistent-and irritatingly handsome-scoundrel at every turn. But when pressure to deliver a new play hampers her creativity, an invitation to use his country estate as a writer’s retreat is too tempting to resist...
persistent-and irritatingly handsome-scoundrel at every turn. But when pressure to deliver a new play hampers her creativity, an invitation to use his country estate as a writer’s retreat is too tempting to resist...
For years, Cam has admired Maggie’s brilliant work and he can’t pass up the opportunity to discover if the beautiful, mysterious playwright is as passionate and clever as the words that flow from her quill. He’s never offered a lady his bed without being in it, but if it means loosening Maggie’s pen-and her inhibitions-he’ll do exactly that.
But soon Cam’s plans for seduction become a fight for Maggie’s heart. He’s more than the scandalous, carefree rake society believes him to be… and she’s the only woman who has ever noticed.
EVA LEIGH is the pen name of a RITA® Award-nominated romance author who writes novels chock-full of smart women and sexy men. She enjoys baking, Tweeting about boots, and listening to music from the ‘80s. Eva and her husband live in Central California.
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