Friday, February 27, 2015

{Blog Tour + Excerpt + Review + Giveaway} When Good Earls Go Bad (Dukes Behaving Badly # 1.5) by Megan Frampton

When Good Earls Go Bad:
A Victorian Valentine’s Day Novella
Dukes Behaving Badly # 1.5
By: Megan Frampton
Releasing February 3rd, 2015
Avon Impulse

Megan Frampton’s Dukes Behaving Badly series is back, though this time it’s an earl who’s meeting his match in this delightfully fun and sexy novella!

What’s a lovely young woman doing asleep in his bed? Matthew, Earl of Selkirk, is shocked to discover it’s his new housekeeper! She’s a far cry from the gray-haired woman he expected. Matthew is no fan of surprises, and Annabelle Tyne is pure temptation. Perhaps he shouldn’t have had her hired sight unseen.

Annabelle, co-owner of the Quality Employment Agency, is no housekeeper, but she wasn’t about to lose a potential client simply because there was no one to fit the bill. Imagine her shock when the Earl arrives at his London townhome and she’s awoken in the night by the most attractive man she’s ever seen.

Matthew is a man who lives life by the rules, but sometimes rules are made to be broken…and being bad can be very, very good.
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 Excerpt: (love this part of the book!)
She couldn’t laugh. Even though she really, really wanted to, just for the sheer ridiculousness of it—him sitting over there, all confused and gorgeous and proper, asking her to “explore an attraction,” as though it were an exhibit at a museum.
But she knew if she did laugh, even for the right reasons, his lovely mouth would thin out into a hard line and he would close off and be buttoned up for the rest of the month, and she didn’t want that to happen, not at all.
What she wanted was for him to stand up, grab her, and pull her to him, putting his mouth to hers in a ferocious, claiming kiss.
But he was far too polite to do that. At least not until she’d told him she wanted it. That. Him. And she hadn’t told him anything, not yet, even though his question hung in the air like the recently banished dust she’d raised while cleaning the house.
And like the dust, she needed to address it. Only she wouldn’t be using her feather duster in this case.
Unless . . . ?
I would, my lord. Matthew,” she amended, smiling as she glimpsed the quick spark of desire that lit his eyes before he glanced away. Was her Scottish earl shy, then?
He hadn’t seemed so, but then again, he’d seemed altogether too brusque and remote when she’d first met him. Maybe he was hiding shyness under all that. Maybe he differed from the British aristocracy in his . . . well, in other things, as well. Because she hadn’t noticed him looking at all the women as they’d walked down the street or been in the tavern. He’d just looked at her.
And didn’t that give her a delicious feeling!
A feeling she’d never had, not even when she’d thought she was in love, long before she’d fallen. It all had to do with him.
“Yes,” she said, to clarify. “I absolutely would.”
Good,” he said.
Matthew,” she said as she flattened her palm against his chest, feeling the hard planes of his skin underneath his clothes. Goodness. What did Scottish earls do to get so fit? She’d have to ask him. Only not now, not when he was clearly so . . . so shy about all of this. He might just bolt, and then she’d never get to touch that bare chest for herself.
And she had every intention of doing so, all in the name of exploration, of course.
Yes, er, Annabelle?” His eyes had darkened, so dark they were nearly black, and suddenly it didn’t feel as though she were the one in control. His eyes, the dark passion she saw there, made her mouth dry and a slow, sensual shiver run through her body.
Oh, this was going to be wonderful. Even though it might mean that it ruined her for the rest of her life. Because she could already tell that this man, whether he was Scottish, an earl, a burnt-toast lover, and so much more, was someone she could fall in love with. Even though there would only be that afterward, no promise of anything more. Not that she needed anything more.
She just needed him. Right now.
Shall we go upstairs?” Her voice sounded lower, softer, and she could have sworn he shook as she spoke.
Yes, we should.” He rose, her hand dropping to the table, but before she could stand as well he had picked her up out of the chair and held her, high against his chest, his wonderful, hard, gorgeous chest, those dark eyes seeming to burn right through her.
She squeaked in surprise as he strode to the staircase, his steps as sure and strong as though she weighed as little as a piece of paper. Or a speck of dust.
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Author Info
Megan Frampton writes historical romance under her own name and romantic women’s fiction as Megan Caldwell. She likes the color black, gin, dark-haired British men, and huge earrings, not in that order. She lives in Brooklyn, NY, with her husband and son.

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Giveaway (Three Digital Copies of WHEN GOOD EARLS GO BAD)
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{Details}  eARC, Published February 3rd 2015 by Avon Impulse. Source: eARC provided in exchange for an honest review.
{Rating} 4/5 - I really liked it!
"While it's not precisely true that nobody is here, because I am, in fact, here, the truth is that there is no one here who can accommodate the request." (page 1, line 1)
A cute and sweet story, perfect for a quick pick-me-up.

Annabelle is a charming heroine. She's loving, finds joy in the smallest of things, she sees the best in everyone, is honest, direct, flighty, full of rambling explanations, and definitely not a housekeeper as she mentions once or a hundred times. She's been hurt before by someone she trusted and I so wanted her to get her happily ever after.

Matthew is logical. He knows exactly how he wants things. He's planned his whole life down to the type of woman he thinks he wants - and that woman is nothing like Annabelle. Annabelle turns his life upside down, opening him to new experiences - some very unexpected - and to emotions.

I loved Annabelle and Matthew together. They balance each other, Matthew's logic and Annabelle's playfulness. Annabelle helps Matthew remember fun and happiness while Matthew is the kind of man she can trust, he respects her, listens to her - even when she does her Annabelle rambling - and values her opinion.

Megan Frampton's writing style is quite chatty and sometimes silly, something I very much enjoyed. I was charmed by her characters and look forward to reading the next installment in the Dukes Behaving Badly series.

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