Monday, February 16, 2015

When Good Earls Go Bad Book Tour: Review + Excerpt + Giveaway! @avonbooks @AvonImpulse @meganf

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Welcome to my post for the When Good Earls Go Bad book tour! I have a review coming up, as well as an excerpt and a giveaway for copies of When Good Earls Go Bad. But, first, allow me to introduce the book:

Release date: February 3, 2015
Publisher: Avon Impulse
Genre: Historical (Victorian) Romance
Series: Dukes Behaving Badly #1.5

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.



My Rating: 3 Roses

A fun and charming historical romance novella, When Good Earls Go Bad was a sweet read and I liked it.

Both characters were great. Matthew was inclined to logic and seriousness but he had his own wry sense of humor as well. Annabelle was effervescent and inclined to see the joy in everything. I liked them both.

The romance was great. Matthew and Annabelle were perfect together. They might have seemed really different on the surface but they were well matched and a lovely couple.

The plot was quick and kept me interested. The story was sweet and the ending was perfect.

When Good Earls Go Bad was a lovely historical romance novella. Romance lovers, if you want a quick and light read, then you'll want to look this book up.

*I received a complimentary copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
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Excerpt:

Annabelle had never been so comfortable before, or at least it felt that way. The bed was soft and warm, the house was quiet, just a slight rustling of something, fabric maybe? Then the feel of another body easing into—

“What? Who? What are you doing in here?” she said, kicking at the other occupant of the bed, who was not only someone she’d not invited in, but definitely not anyone she’d even ever met before.

It was light enough in the room, thanks to the moonlight, to see it was a man, which did not reassure her. From what she saw of his expression, however, he was just as startled as she was to find her there. Well, she was not startled to find herself there, but she was startled to find him.

Perhaps she would not be the best person to lead the How to Speak to Annabelle course, since she barely understood herself what she was thinking.

“Who are you?” His voice held a foreign accent, but it was his obvious outrage that she listened to the most.

“Who am I?” she said, pushing herself back into the corner of the bed, her back making a comforting contact with the wall. “Who am I? I am supposed to be here, whereas you . . .”

“Are supposed to be here also,” he replied, before she could finish her sentence.

And the foreign accent clicked it all into place, and she felt her stomach whoosh in panic and terror and . . .

“You’re the earl. And you’re early.”

His face did not change, not even when she stressed “early” as in earl-y.

“And who are you?” he said, folding his arms across his—oh my goodness—naked chest.

“The housekeeper?” Annabelle hated that her voice rose at the end, as though she weren’t quite sure herself. “The housekeeper,” she said, this time in a much firmer tone. But not nearly as firm as his chest was; it was rippled throughout with all sorts of intriguing muscles and a light dusting of dark chest hair, and his shoulders were so broad it seemed he filled the room, or at least her vision of the room.

And suddenly she was even warmer in her bed than she’d been five minutes ago.

The Scottish earl should not be this attractive, which she could tell even only by the moonlight. Imagine the impact when she viewed him with the full strength of the sun. She shuddered at the thought, only the shudder somehow seemed to feel more like a shiver. Of something.

“You were not to arrive until tomorrow,” he said, his voice, despite the nice Scottish burr, practically dripping disdain.

“Well, I’m here, and so are you, and here we are, and you are nearly, well, if I might say so, you are nearly naked,” Annabelle finished in a rush, trying very hard not to look there, not where there were some interesting parts covered by his underclothes.

Even in the dim light she could see when he realized just how he must look, his eyebrows raising up so far up his face it seemed as though he might just take flight, his eyes wide.

“Mrs. Housekeeper, I promise you, I am not in the habit of . . .” he began, then spun on his heels—or his bare feet, actually, since he wasn’t wearing boots, presenting Annabelle with a view of a very strong, very broad back, with some even more interesting divots that were on either side of his lower spine.

He picked something up off the floor, then got onto one foot and stuffed his leg into his trousers, followed by the other leg. Then some hasty buttoning of something or another, and then he turned back around, still shirtless, but at least she wasn’t distracted by all the white fabric and other things any longer.

Unless she was distracted by the fact she wasn’t distracted any longer, and she rather wished she had gotten a chance to see what his legs looked like. She could just imagine, given how he seemed to tower over the bed, that he was very tall, and that his legs were suitably long as well. Because it would just be odd if his legs were only as long as hers were, for example, with him being so much taller than she.

“Perhaps you might join me downstairs, and we can discuss the situation.” It was not a request, and what was more, it sounded as though he were about to lecture her on her inadvisable behavior, when really it was he who was inadvised, having gotten into her bed, and not the other way around.

But she didn’t point any of that out to him; first of all, his chest was distracting her, he seemed even more naked now that he was half-clothed than when he was nearly entirely naked, which was an odd sort of situation. Plus he was her new employer, and he was an earl, and she was not even a real housekeeper, even if she did own a feather duster.

“Of course, my lord,” she said instead, lowering her gaze from his chest to the bed.

Definitely a much less distracting view. But also much less intriguing.

“Five minutes,” he said as he picked something else up off the floor and walked out of the room.
Leaving her much more awake, intrigued, and surprisingly warm than she had been five minutes earlier.
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Giveaway:
Up for grabs are 3 copies of When Good Earls Go Bad.
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About the Author:
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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  1. Thank you so much for hosting today!

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