Product Description
PRODUCT DESCRIPTION
The Earl's Bargain
Regency Romance – Historical
Sensuality Level: Sweet
Approximate word count: 70,000
DESCRIPTION:
The impossibly young, stunningly beautiful widow Louisa Phillips finds herself penniless upon the death of her no-good husband. What's a man-hating bluestocking to do?
Enter the Earl of Wycliff, who offers her financial security for life. All she has to do is travel across England posing as his wife. They're both hiding secrets – not the least of which is their budding love for each other
WHAT THE CRITICS SAY ABOUT CHERYL BOLEN'S BOOKS:
One of the best authors in the Regency romance field today. – Huntress Reviews
Bolen's writing has a certain elegance that lends itself to the era and creates the perfect atmosphere for her enchanting romances. – Romantic Times
Excerpt
He looked down at his feet. "Pray, where are my boots?"
"At the foot of the bed," she answered.
"And who, may I ask, took them off?"
"I did."
He looked down at her with a devilish glint in his eyes. "Why did you not remove the rest of my garments while you were at it?"
"I had no desire to see you without clothes, my lord," Louisa said haughtily.
A cockiness swept across his face. "I don't believe you."
The Earl's Bargain
Regency Romance – Historical
Sensuality Level: Sweet
Approximate word count: 70,000
DESCRIPTION:
The impossibly young, stunningly beautiful widow Louisa Phillips finds herself penniless upon the death of her no-good husband. What's a man-hating bluestocking to do?
Enter the Earl of Wycliff, who offers her financial security for life. All she has to do is travel across England posing as his wife. They're both hiding secrets – not the least of which is their budding love for each other
WHAT THE CRITICS SAY ABOUT CHERYL BOLEN'S BOOKS:
One of the best authors in the Regency romance field today. – Huntress Reviews
Bolen's writing has a certain elegance that lends itself to the era and creates the perfect atmosphere for her enchanting romances. – Romantic Times
Excerpt
He looked down at his feet. "Pray, where are my boots?"
"At the foot of the bed," she answered.
"And who, may I ask, took them off?"
"I did."
He looked down at her with a devilish glint in his eyes. "Why did you not remove the rest of my garments while you were at it?"
"I had no desire to see you without clothes, my lord," Louisa said haughtily.
A cockiness swept across his face. "I don't believe you."
