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HOW
THE EARL ENTICES is the fourth installment in her wildly popular, Capturing the
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Title: How the Earl Entices
Author: Anna Harrington
Release Date: September 11, 2018
Publisher: Self-published
Series: Capturing the Carlisles #4
Genres: Regency Romance
Word Count: 95K
Format: print and digital
Synopsis:
WHEN OLD
DECEPTIONS …
Ross Carlisle, Earl of Spalding, has dedicated
his life to serving his country. When he discovers secrets that could endanger
England, he’s forced into an impossible situation—commit treason and race to
London to clear his name before the crown
turns against him. He’s prepared to abandon everything he possesses in order to
protect England, including his life…until he crosses paths with a woman who’s
keeping her own secrets.
LEAD TO
NEW DESIRES
Ten years ago, Grace Alden fled London in order
to protect her son, only to come face-to-face with that past when Ross
collapses on her doorstep. They strike a deal—she’ll help him travel to London
if he helps her reclaim her son’s inheritance. But as old deceptions turn into
new desires, will they be willing to sacrifice everything they hold dear in
order to protect the people they love?
HOW
THE EARL
ENTICES Excerpt
Copyright © 2018 Anna Harrington
“Where
are the documents?”
Ross
Carlisle, Earl of Spalding, spat out a mouthful of blood onto the
midnight-black deck of the pitching ship as the storm intensified around it.
“Go to hell!”
A fist
slammed into his stomach. He doubled over in gasping pain, coughing and
struggling for breath, yet thankful for the pouring rain that cooled the
bruises the men had already put on his ribs and face.
The two
Frenchmen holding his arms jerked him up straight.
Their
leader grabbed him by the hair and yanked back his head. “You are a murderer
and a traitor. No one will care what happens to you.”
Ross gritted his teeth against the pain.
“So I will ask you one more time before I cut
off your kneecaps,” the thug threatened in street French, having to yell even
at such close range to be heard over the wind and driving rain. In his free
hand he brandished a knife. “Where are the documents?”
Ross glared
at him, refusing to answer.
So it all
came to this…a decade serving the crown as a soldier and diplomat, an
unblemished reputation without a hint of scandal, more recently a dangerous
pursuit in which recognition would never have been possible—only to end
ingloriously on a fishing boat being tossed about on the Channel.
He’d been
running for the past week, fleeing for his life from Paris to the coast with
hired henchmen on his heels. First on horseback, then on foot, changing
identities as easily as other men change clothes. But he’d been unable to throw
them off his trail, and always they’d been less than a day behind. Then a
handful of hours. By the time he’d reached Calais and found a captain brave
enough to take him across the Channel in this storm, they’d caught him. In a
matter of minutes he’d be dead.
And damn
the world that the last person he thought about was Christopher! Not one of his
French mistresses, not one of his first loves as a boy, not even his mother—but
his brother. How the last thing Ross did in life was prove Kit right, that
eventually he’d be discovered and that even his post at the Court of St James’s
wouldn’t be able to save him.
The
Frenchman released his hair and stepped back, struggling to keep his footing on
the wet, rolling deck. With a menacing gleam in his eyes, he lowered the knife
toward Ross’s legs. “Where are the papers?”
The knife
tip sliced across his left thigh and through the rough work trousers he’d
donned in his last attempt to hide, biting into the flesh beneath. Ross sucked
in a pain-filled gasp through clenched teeth and bit back an ironic laugh—his left
thigh.
The boat
rose on the swell of a wave, then dropped with enough force that the men
holding his arms wobbled to keep their balance. His interrogator stumbled
backward—
Now.
Ross lunged
toward the closest railing, tearing his arm free of the man on his right and
catching the one on his left off-balance. He lowered his shoulder and rammed it
into the man’s chest to push past. All went dark as he tumbled over the railing
and into the black sea below.
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