He’s eccentric and society-shy…
There’s no polite way to describe Ansley, Earl of Scarborough’s obsession with schedules and inflexible routines. Unfortunately, he’s also in need of a wife, which forces him squarely in the midst of the society he can scarcely function within. If only he dared to ignore the haut ton’s censure and claim the lovely, wholly unsuitable Willow as his own.
She seeks a governess post…
Up from the country, Willow Harwood must quickly secure a governess position and save enough money to return to America. Only, her plans are foiled when she rushes to the rescue of a devastatingly handsome earl in the process of being robbed. Though he’s far above her station, she can’t fight the irrepressible attraction she feels toward him.
Neither is prepared for the upheaval to their lives when she reluctantly accepts his offer of employment…as his housekeeper. Nor can either predict the mayhem that follows when a lord who disdains society and a country miss with no experience plan a haut ton Christmastide gathering.
This charming Regency holiday historical by a USA Today bestselling author will make you smile, laugh, and sigh with contentment as you witness the sweet and tender love growing between Ansley and Willow.
If you enjoy reading entertaining Christmas, class difference, strong heroine, and lovable rogue stories with a dash of romantic humor and heartwarming emotion, then you’ll adore Collette Cameron’s enthralling WICKED EARLS’ CLUB SERIES. Buy EARL OF SCARBOROUGH and settle into your favorite reading nook for a page-turning escape into a Regency world adventure you can’t put down.
Though part of a series, this book can easily be read as a stand-alone novel.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Regency
2nd place Reader's Choice Book Cover of the Month
“That’ll teach you to attack defenseless women, cockscum.” Her savior’s chest rapidly rose and fell, his gloved hands balled near his chest. After several more gulps of air, he at last relaxed his stance. He swiped a palm over his forehead, sweeping back dark brown, almost black, wavy hair.
Jaw slack, eyes wide, and shaking with shock Willow gaped at the fallen men. Hands curled into tight fists as if to defend herself, her breath came in hard little pants.
What would’ve happened if her rescuer hadn’t protected her?
What would’ve happened if she hadn’t warned him?
God above, she didn’t even want to contemplate either scenario. The world tilted crazily for a second, and she, who’d never swooned in her life, feared she might collapse.
“Miss? Miss?”
The man gingerly touched Willow’s shoulder, drawing her back to the present. Swallowing convulsively, she lifted her eyes to his. In the dim light it was impossible to see what color they were, but surely genuine concern and kindness shimmered there.
“Are you hurt?” She sent her gaze over his form, seeking signs of injury.
No obvious rips marred his fine clothing, nor did she see any dark rings forming on them that might be blood. Other than him flexing his hands as if they pained him—and how could they not after the pounding he’d given the sots splayed on the lane?—she detected nothing.
A low rich chuckle—quite the most scrumptious sound she had ever heard—followed a flash of his white teeth. “I was about to ask you the same thing, Miss…?”
He had quite the most deliciously deep voice.
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