The Earl’s Enticement
Castle Brides, #3
Amazon top 20 bestseller in Kindle Books and #1 Regency Bestseller
Would you seek revenge against the woman who falsely imprisoned you?
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.
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“An exceptional, entertaining, and gripping retelling of My Fair Lady,” The Earl’s Enticement” is ripe with frequent plot twists and steamy interludes.” ★★★★★ ~InD’tale Magazine
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“Completely charismatic, Adaira and Roark’s riveting romance make The Earl’s Enticement an enchanting novel that is impossible to put down.” ★★★★★ ~Lusty Penguin Reviews
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Grabbing the bars, Marquardt shook them. “Unlock this door.”
Adaira shook her head. “No, just give me the matches.”
She thrust her hand out, palm upward.
Marquardt had the temerity to reach through the bars and gently grasp her outstretched hand in his much larger one. A jolt of sensation lanced from her fingers to her breast, causing her heart and lungs to do all manner of peculiar things. His chest was but a foot from her nose. The scent of spicy maleness drifted between the bars.
“Adaira, please. You have to trust me. Yvette’s life may depend on it.”
Trust him? One didn’t become a spy without being a master of deception. Why, next he’d be trying to convince her that a monster lived in the depths of the loch or fairy cats roamed the woodlands behind the keep. No, she’d never trust him.
Adaira yanked her hand free and rubbed it against her thigh as if burned. “Just give me the bloody matches!” she yelled, panic for Yvette churning her innards. “If you’ve a shred of decency in you—”
Her voice caught on a sob. “Please . . . I’m begging you. Please, give me the matches.”
“And what, pray tell, are you going to do alone?” Marquardt struck the wall. His bicep bulged. “Dammit, I told you, I’m not Edgar! You’re wasting precious minutes arguing with me.”
Adaira stared into his piercing eyes. She could find no trace of subterfuge. She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust him. All that mattered now was helping Yvette.
He raked a hand through his mahogany hair, leaving the damp strands sticking up at awkward angles. The scar on his forehead stood out, a white beacon of ire.
“With every passing minute, the danger to Yvette increases.” Whipping around, he rushed to the corner of the cell and snatched his shirt from the arm of the chair. Puckered pinkish-red scars crisscrossing his back resembled a ragged quilt of human flesh. He yanked the soiled garment over his head. His back to her, he lowered his voice, and she swore he swallowed against emotion clogging his throat.
“This delay could cost my sister her life.”
Yvette’s gentle voice echoed in her mind. ‘As a boy, the poor man was whipped by the old earl. He bears the scars to this day.’
Choking on a horrified gasp, Adaira’s gaze riveted on his back. She clutched the door to steady herself against a sudden rush of faintness. “Oh sweet Jesus in heaven.”
Marquardt looked over his shoulder, a quizzical expression on his face. Adaira raised her gaze to his. She pointed a shaking finger at him. “You’re the earl.”