The Earl Who Loved Her
The Honorable Scoundrels
Sophie Barnes
Publication Date: November 14, 2017
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance
A chance meeting…
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…
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.”
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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