The Earl’s Bride, Regency Brides #2
Death and danger won’t halt this loyal lady from aiding her earl in uncovering the dark secrets within his family. A spine-tingling Regency romance from New York Times Bestselling Author Joanne Wadsworth.
Falling for her isn’t permitted.
Following the brutal murder of his father and elder brother, James Hargrove, the Earl of Donnelly, comes into a title he never expected. His future was set, to join the 18th Royal Hussars and dedicate his life to his king and country. Now, he’s been dragged into the shadowy depths of the underworld as he seeks to discover the impossible—to uncover who murdered his loved ones.
Lady Sophia Trentbury has long since loved the earl and fears for his life when she learns of his decision to uncover who murdered his father and brother. She’ll do whatever it takes to aid him in his mission, even if she must immerse herself in London’s deadly underworld of spies and espionage.
As the earl is swept into a lethal circle of deadly enemies, he must discover what is truth and what is deception, and all while protecting the scorching love of his lady who won’t leave his side, even when he demands it. Can he hope for victory?
Hi everyone, The Earl’s Bride is here! There is something quite special about writing within the Regency era, when heroes and heroines rose up and love knew no bounds. I hope you’ll join me as Sophia and James embark on a whirlwind of an adventure. There is mystery and intrigue around every corner.
I’m going to drop a tasty excerpt below.
James halted next to Sophia where she waited along the upper landing overlooking the main foyer below, her beautiful blue eyes as vivid in color as a summer sky and as deep as the ocean itself. “I might not be wearing my regimentals with a saber and pistol in hand, but that makes me no less suitable as your—your—never mind.”
“I understand you have a murderer to uncover and justice to seek, as well as a large earldom to take the reins of, but you could use a friend at your side.”
“Which is why the Duke of Ashten is here.”
“I wasn’t referring to Ashten as that friend.”
“You and I will never be friends.” He stated that firmly. “You’re meant for another.”
Sophia studied him, her head slanted to one side and the elegant length of her neck exposed. Everything about her intrigued him, as it always had and always would. When deep in thought, she would nibble on her lower lip and plump it up in the most distracting of ways, her sweetly innocent action always bringing a smile to his lips. She did so now, her teeth nipping into the soft flesh.
“Winterly needs to take you in hand.” He crossed his arms.
“I’d rather you did that instead.” She smiled, so damn endearingly. “Or are you in fear of me?”
“I fear nothing.”
“You’re allowing your fear to rule you. Be honest and admit it.”
“There’s simply too much danger for us to be together.”
“You say danger, but I would say intrigue.” She covered his crossed arms with both her gloved hands. “One can’t live their life so questioningly. My dear brother, Harry, would say the same.”
“Harry thrives on danger.” Her brother served with the 18th Royal Hussars and had for several years.
“Yes, Harry loves an adventure, which I do as well.” She raised up on her toes and brushed a soft kiss across his chin, since that was as far as she could reach. “Where is your adventure, my lord?”
“It has been replaced by caution and concern.”
“Well, should you ever wish to embark on an adventure with me, do let me know.” Grinning, she moved back a step, then turned and swept down the stairwell.
“That’ll never happen,” he bit out, gripping the balustrade.
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