Here’s your FIRST LOOK Anna Harrington’s HOW THE EARL ENTICES, the
fourth installment in her wildly popular, Capturing the Carlisles series! Join us as we get our first
peek at this spicy yet humorous Regency
romance! Plus, enter to win a charm bracelet, signed copies of the Carlisle
series and more!
“MUST
READ series from Anna Harrington...This Regency romance is progressive and
beautifully penned, with powerful emotions. Not a Regency reader? Time to give
it a try.” —GraveTells
Romance on the Capturing the Carlisles
series
Author: Anna Harrington
Release Date: September 11, 2018
Publisher: Self-published
Series: Capturing the Carlisles #4
Genres: Regency Romance
Word Count: 95K
Format: print and digital
Synopsis:
WHEN OLD
DECEPTIONS …
Ross Carlisle, Earl of Spalding,
has dedicated his life to serving his country. When he discovers secrets that
could endanger England, he’s forced into an impossible situation—commit treason
and race to London to clear his name before the crown
turns against him. He’s prepared to abandon everything he possesses in order to
protect England, including his life…until he crosses paths with a woman who’s
keeping her own secrets.
LEAD TO
NEW DESIRES
Ten years ago, Grace Alden fled
London in order to protect her son, only to come face-to-face with that past
when Ross collapses on her doorstep. They strike a deal—she’ll help him travel
to London if he helps her reclaim her son’s inheritance. But as old deceptions
turn into new desires, will they be willing to sacrifice everything they hold
dear in order to protect the people they love?
Find out more at: Amazon | iBooks | B&N | Kobo | GooglePlay
HOW THE EARL ENTICES Excerpt
Copyright
© 2018 Anna Harrington
“You are not a gentleman.” Her words were so soft that they were nearly
lost beneath the rain pounding against
the roof. “You are despicable.”
She held her breath and stood her ground, waiting for him to unleash
his fury on her. It was what Vincent would have done. Just like her brother-in-law,
would this stranger have enjoyed hurting her?
But instead of a harsh warning—or making good on his threat to tie her
up—he forced a tight smile and turned back to mutter into the fire, “So much
more than you know.”
He was quickly lost in his own thoughts, but Grace knew he was still
aware of her and every move she made. If she attempted to run, he would pounce
before she reached the door.
Entering her bedroom, she hesitated in the doorway. Part of her
contemplated defying him and closing the door anyway. Would serve him right!
But something in her gut told her not to press him. So far he’d kept true to his word and not attempted to hurt her,
and the last thing she should do was provoke his anger. The night was half over
now; by dawn the storm would be weakening, and then he’d be gone. She only had
to wait him out.
Even knowing that, though, her fingers trembled as she shrugged out of
the wet coat, then reached for her dress and undergarments in her dresser. The
room was dark, and the shadows hid her from view, yet she took repeated glances
over her shoulder to make certain he
still kept his distance, still standing at the fireplace with his eyes focused
on the flames.
After she’d changed into her dress and wrapped a shawl securely around
her shoulders, she blew out a deep, silent breath of relief. Both at finally
being properly dressed and that the
stranger hadn’t moved from where she’d left him.
Her hands fumbled with putting up her damp hair as she emerged from the
bedroom, with two hairpins between her lips. Grudgingly, she mumbled around
them, “Thank you for not—”
He glanced up from the fire as she stepped from the shadows, his face
fully visible in the firelight.
She halted in mid-step, her breath catching in her throat at the
intensity of his stare as it trailed slowly over her. Not lasciviously, not predaciously—she’d expected that. Instead, he
gazed at her in an assessing manner, a look filled with such deliberate
aloofness that she couldn’t help but see the arrogant reserve beneath, the cool
detachment…
At that moment, a long-forgotten memory rushed over her like a tidal
wave. She placed him in her mind, as clearly as the moment she first saw him
over ten years earlier at that crowded
ball in London, and she shuddered.
Ross Carlisle, Viscount Mooreland, heir to the Earl of Spalding…
Dear God—so much worse than a stranger!
I fell in love with historical romances—and all those
dashing Regency heroes!—while living in London, where I studied literature and
theatre. I love to travel, fly airplanes, and hike, and when I’m not busy
writing, I can usually be found in my garden, tending to my roses. I love to
hear from readers and can be reached at anna@annaharringtonbooks.com or follow me on all my social media. And be
sure to sign up for my newsletter to be the first to receive exciting news,
enter contests, access exclusive content, and more!
Enter to win!!
A grand prize winner will receive a charm bracelet from the 2017 Historical Romance Retreat. A second-place winner will receive a signed set of books 1-3 of the Capturing the Carlisles series. A third-place winner will receive an autographed copy of AS THE DEVIL DARES.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
