He didn’t gamble on losing his heart when he won her at the gaming tables.
Pierce, Earl of Wainthorpe has finally thwarted his worst enemy. Except, he can’t revel in his victory after winning his foe’s ward in a winner-takes-all wager. If Pierce refuses to assume Bianca Salisbury’s guardianship, the fiery-haired beauty with a matching temper may very well find herself sold to the highest bidder.
The shameful secret she guards makes it impossible to love a rogue.
Desperate to escape her blackguard cousin, Bianca Salisbury ventures to London to find a husband or employment. Instead, she’s bartered to a notorious rakehell. She either risks being compromised and accepts The Earl of Wainthorpe’s protection or flees him and her guardian. But without money and a place to go, she fears she’ll face the same tragic fate as her mother.
To protect Bianca from her cousin, Pierce spirits her to his secluded country estate. Neither he nor Bianca is prepared for their growing attraction and both dread the day he returns to London while she remains in hiding. Can Pierce persuade a wary Bianca to trust a reformed rogue, or does he depart, leaving his heart and love behind?
This charming Regency 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 Pierce and Bianca.
If you enjoy reading friends to lovers, class difference, strong heroine, and lovable rogue stories with a pinch of mystery& suspense, a dash of romantic humor, and gripping emotion then you’ll adore Collette Cameron’s enthralling WICKED EARLS’ CLUB SERIES. Buy EARL OF WAINTHORPE and settle into your favorite reading nook for a page-turning, entertaining 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 / HistoricalNight Owl Reviews Top Pick
Whispering commenced in the corridor—rather loud feminine whispering—a trice before his door flew open.
“Pierce Baxter Maximillian Chamberlain,” Lenora chided. “I’d never have thought you capable of such shenanery. I’m truly appalled, Wainthorpe.”
Wainthorpe? Nora never addressed him by his title. She was in a proper dither. And for her to invade his bedchamber, appeared to have taken leave of her senses as well.
“Good morning to you too, Lenora.” Pierce cracked an eyelid open, then flopped onto his back and yawned without bothering to cover his mouth. “I must say, I’ve never known you to depart your chamber before ten. What’s the special occasion?”
Resplendent in a dark blue redingote and matching silk bonnet, she frowned her disapproval as she marched to the window, and then yanked open the draperies.
Sunbeams, much too cheerful and bright for a May morning in London, spilled into the room.
He squinted against the lancing pain behind his eyes.
No more brandy for him. Ever.
“We,” she motioned to the doorway where his other sisters stood, hesitant half-smiles curving their mouths, “surmised our intervention was required when we met dear Miss Salisbury last evening.”
“You met her? Do you know where she is then?” Pierce shot up at once, and the bedcoverings slid to his waist, exposing his naked chest. He sucked in a hissing breath between his teeth and clutched at his exploding head with both hands.
Amanda gasped. “Pierce! For pity’s sake. Have you no modesty?”
“None, Mandy, and I’ll remind you, you are the ones who appeared in my bedchamber at seven in the morning.” She was always the easiest to embarrass.
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