Thursday Threads: The Earl's Enticement by Collette Cameron
The Earl’s Enticement
by Collette Cameron
Genre: Regency-Scottish
Heat Level: Sensual
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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
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.
Excerpt:
“Halloo,” he
hollered. “Is anyone there? I’m the Earl of Clarendon. I’m being held prisoner.”
She shook her
head, sending him a contemptuous scowl. “Stop shouting, you dolt. It’s but a
weasel or a stoat, perhaps even a squirrel. They come in through the drains or
gaps where a stone’s gone missing in the wall.”
She motioned
with the pistol for him to move away from the door once more. “I’m surprised
none have paid you a visit as yet. As for Ewan, he’s away in London, just now.”
With what
could only be described as a derisive grunt, Marquardt obliged her and
sauntered away from the door. He rested against the far wall, ankles crossed,
crunching on the apple.
A muffled thud,
as if someone had bumped into something, echoed through the lower chambers.
He perked up. “That
was no pest.”
Adaira whirled
to peer into the gloom.
“I say, can
you hear me? I’m locked in a cell.”
She spun back around.
He’d moved to
the door, his hands fisted around the bars. Drat it. She was losing control of
the situation. His presence mustn’t be known to anyone other than Brayan yet.
She bent to
retrieve the sack. No doubt Brayan had come looking for her at one of her
parents’ behest. Marquardt absolutely must not see him. Brayan would boast he’d
helped lock the man up. From the sound of the crashing about, he’d sampled the
flask a good deal more and was utterly bosky.
“Blast and da—”
She stopped as Marquardt’s eyebrows flew to his hairline in obvious
disapproval.
Lowering her
voice, she hurried on. “Ewan’s expected back any day. When he returns, I’ll
tell him I apprehended you. He can do with you what he wants. I’m quite sure it
will involve the authorities.”
“Apprehended?”
He shook his head. “You’re still sticking to the absurd notion that I’m Edgar?”
He tossed the
apple core between the bars. It bounced before rolling to a stop barely three
feet beyond her. A rat promptly appeared, scrambling to snatch the core in his
pointed, yellow teeth. The little beast raced down the passageway with two
other rodents squeaking their outrage in its wake.
Marquardt had done that on purpose, the lout.
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