Release Date: May 28
Genre: Historical Romance
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
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The Earl’s Enticement Cover Blurb
She won’t be tamed. A fiery, unconventional Scot, Adaira Ferguson wears breeches, swears, and has no more desire to marry than she does to follow society’s dictates of appropriate behavior. She trusts no man with the secret she desperately protects.
He can’t forget. Haunted by his past, Roark, The Earl of Clarendon, rigidly adheres to propriety, holding himself and those around him to the highest standards, no matter the cost. Betrayed once, he’s guarded and leery of all women.
Mistaking Roark for a known spy, Adaira imprisons him. Infuriated, he vows vengeance. Realizing her error, she’s appalled and releases him, but he’s not satisfied with his freedom. Roark is determined to transform Adaira from an ill-mannered hoyden to a lady of refinement. He succeeds only to discover, he preferred the free-spirited Scottish lass who first captured his heart.
The Earl’s Enticement Summary
Adaira Ferguson is a fiery, unconventional Scots. Though gently-born and the sister of a viscount who’s also a laird, she wears breeches, swears, raises horses, and at almost twenty, has no more desire to marry than she does to follow society’s dictates of appropriate behavior. She trusts no man with the secret she desperately protects.
Abused as a child, Roark Marquardt, The Earl of Clarendon, is haunted by the scars on his back and his father’s cruelty. That, along with his brother’s traitorous activities and his dead wife’s infidelities, has turned Roark into a man who rigidly adheres to propriety, holding himself and those around him to the highest decorum standards. Betrayed once, he’s guarded and leery of all women.
Mistaking Roark for his brother, a known spy, Adaira locks him in her keep’s dungeon. Infuriated he’s been imprisoned, Roark vows vengeance. Once she realizes her error and releases him, he sets about transforming Adaira from an ill-mannered hoyden to a lady of refinement. He succeeds only to discover, he prefers the free-spirited Scottish lass who first captured his heart.
Crofter CottageMarquardt advanced a few more inches. His face glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. “I’ll assume you knew there were horses available as well.” After a paralyzing moment when she couldn’t exhale due to the fear hammering against her ribs, she released a measured breath and raised her chin in defiance. “Which leads me to question why you deliberately deceived me?” His piercing indigo eyes skimmed her from hair to boots, lingering for a deliberate moment on her hips and chest before he smirked and lifted his disinterested glacial gaze to meet hers once more. Adaira narrowed her eyes. Infuriating man. He found her lacking in feminine assets, yet he still indulged in an ogle? She cast a swift glance beyond him. Brayan must have decided he wanted no part in the abduction. Even she was having second thoughts. What of Yvette then? No, this must be done. “Deliberately?” She firmed her mouth, while raising the whip and settling her other hand around the sheath. Her scheme would still work. It would be more difficult to carry off though. Truth to tell, a great deal more difficult, but she was confident she could do it. Marquardt’s mouth twisted. “The blame is partially mine. It’s obvious you’re a skinny female, though your attire suggests otherwise. No doubt you’re a hoyden to boot.” Arrogant toad. Everything he said was true, so why did his words rankle? Mayhap it was his perfectly enunciated speech delivered in tones dripping with censure. She curled her lips. She was about to give him good cause for further disapproval. Adaira raised the crop and settled into a defensive stance. “I care even less about your opinion of me, than I do the horse shite I stepped in earlier.” His dark brows swooped together. He glanced downward, kicking the toe of his boot into the ground while shaking his head. “And she swears . . . like a common harlot,” he muttered. “A lack of Godly discipline and moral upbringing, to be sure.” She scowled at him. “Do you do that often, talk to yourself?” Wasn’t that a sign of madness? Ewan had hinted Marquardt was unhinged. He waved his hand languidly at a fly buzzing near his face. “Your parents failed to instill in you the qualities a lady of gentle-breeding ought to possess.” She pointed the crop at him. “Och, you pompous, Sassenach cur! I don’t care a trow’s hairy bum what you think of me, but you’ll not speak poorly of my parents.” He swatted at the insect again. Even that was done with controlled precision. One crisp wave right. Another crisp wave left. Adaira lunged and jabbed the whip in his direction, then danced a few steps backwards. “You dare to speak to me of appropriate behavior?” She laughed. “You? A known spy?” His pupils dilated in surprise. Or was it irritation? Thrust. Retreat. “You who tried to attack Yvette and abduct her?” Jab, jab. Retreat. The last lunge brushed his arm. Instantly Marquardt’s demeanor changed. His face hardened into chiseled lines, his body went rigid, and his eyes narrowed to furious slits. “I’ve had enough of your confounded whip and your false accusations.”