Temptations of a Wallflower
The Wicked Quills of London, #3
The Wicked Quills of London, #3
by Eva Leigh
Releasing April 26th 2015
Avon
Avon
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Temptations of a Wallflower (The Wicked Quills of London, #3) . . .
Sinfully. Scandalously. Sexy. Regency at its best. Wicked Quills. Wicked Wallflowers. Clergy and Wallflower/Author. Will there be a future? One trying to hide the truth. The other trying to discover the truth.
I was ready for this ride. Well I thought I was ready for this one. I found much in these pages that kept me turning the next page and then the next page. Can someone shout WICKED indeed. Lady Sarash Frampton was not demure miss in reality. She was the pen behind London's Lady of Quality, most wicked pen in erotic fiction. Keeping that under wraps was her goal. Marrying clergy was the way to keep it that way.
Jeremy was giving a job by his prestigious family. Find the author. Expose the author. Never every would he have expected, guessed or even pondered that his demure, quite wife would be the one he seek.
I tell you this will be enjoyable from the turning of the first page all the way to the end. You will have a ride that will make the trip so worth the price paid. I have no option but to go out and get the first two novels in The Wicked Quills of London series.
**This
ARC was provided via Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review.**
The Wicked Quills of London series:
Forever Your Earl – The Wicked Quills of London, #1
Scandal Takes the Stage – The Wicked Quills of London,
#2
Temptations of a Wallflower – The Wicked Quills of London,
#3
Eva Leigh’s deliciously sexy Wicked Quills of London series continues as a Lady’s secret career writing erotic fiction is jeopardized by real-life romance . . .
In
society circles she’s known as the Watching Wallflower—shy, quiet, and
certainly never scandalous. Yet beneath Lady Sarah Frampton’s demure façade
hides the mind of The Lady of Dubious Quality, author of the most titillating
erotic fiction the ton has ever seen. Sarah knows discovery
would lead to her ruin, but marriage—to a vicar, no less—could help protect her
from slander. An especially tempting option when the clergyman in question is
the handsome, intriguing Jeremy Cleland.
Tasked
with unmasking London’s most scandalous author by his powerful family, Jeremy
has no idea that his beautiful, innocent bride is the very woman he seeks to
destroy. His mission must remain a secret, even from the new wife who stirs his
deepest longings. Yet when the truth comes to light, Sarah and Jeremy’s
newfound love will be tested. Will Sarah’s secret identity tear them apart or
will the temptations of his wallflower wife prove too wicked to resist?
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Now
it was her turn to laugh. “I’m hardly enviable, Mr. Cleland.”
His
expression shifted to thoughtfulness. “I wonder why you might say that.”
“I
have…everything a woman could want,” she acknowledged, matching her stride to
his.
“Such
as?”
“Wealth,
position. If there’s a material thing that I desire, I simply have to ask, and
it’s mine.” She shook her head. “And I’m grateful for these things. I truly am.
And yet…”
“And
yet…?” he prompted gently.
“It
comes at a high price,” she admitted.
“What
is that price?”
She
considered this. Never before had she spoken so openly to anyone. Not her
friends, or her family. But here, now, to be with this man, and to consider the
foundations of her life, was both odd and deeply right. At last, she said,
“Freedom.”
He
contemplated her perceptively. “Must be very restricting,” he murmured. “The
responsibilities of your position in society. Not to mention the fact that
you’re a woman.” He blushed a little at that word.
It
was a charming—but also gently erotic—blush. Her own cheeks warmed.
He
continued, “You haven’t the liberty that a man in your place might have.”
“Indeed,
no.” She gave a small, strained laugh. “You must think me dreadful to take
issue with my admittedly fortunate circumstance.”
He
fell briefly silent. “I know a little about having one’s role be
predetermined.” They stopped walking, and she gazed up at him. Cool sunlight
carved hollows in his cheeks and gilded his eyelashes. “Being a vicar means I
must be a model to everyone in my parish. I have to be more pious, more humble,
more self-sacrificing. I have to be better at everything while also being
deferential. I certainly cannot admit to being an ordinary human man.”
Their
gazes held at that word, man.
Awareness of him sizzled. His height, his physicality. That suppressed desire.
Her own body warmed in response.
She
tiled her head to one side, imagining what it must be like to live such a
restrained life. “Sounds exhausting.”
“Not
unlike being a duke’s daughter, I imagine.” He smiled at her, and that lush
warmth continued to gathered through her.
“I
never would have thought I’d have much in common with a vicar,” she said with a
laugh.
“Nor
I with you,” he answered, his smile softening. “But here we are, in this
garden.”
“So
we are.” Strange how the world worked, that she discovered a man such as him on
a day that had started out so perfectly ordinary. It was almost…miraculous. Did
miracles happen? She went to church as a matter of form, not faith, though the
ritual gave her comfort. Still, it was a revelation to learn that men of God
were mortal just like anyone else, with the same needs and frustrations anybody
might experience.
She
ought to have imagined as such. She often imbued people in her mind with hidden
motivations and secrets. He was no exception.
“And
does your…wife…feel as you do?” She inwardly grimaced at her lack of tact, but
she needed to know whether or not he had someone with whom he could confide. It
seemed a shame, a right shame, that he should be alone in this world.
“No
wife, I’m afraid,” he said with a self-deprecating grin.
A
strange relief shot through her. She reasoned that it must be because it
wouldn’t do to flirt with a married man. “Stick around the London Season long
enough,” she replied. “An earl’s son, with a living? You’ll make someone a fine
catch.”
“I’m
just a humble country vicar,” he answered. “Hardly the stuff of a doting mama’s
dream for her daughter.”
“You
might be surprised.” Without a doubt, she and Mr. Cleland could never be a
match. Even if she wanted to marry, he stood too far beneath her to warrant any
possibility of courtship. Duke’s daughters and vicars—though they might be sons
of earls—made for an improbable, mismatched pairing.
A
vicar could never be married to a woman who wrote anonymous erotic novels,
either. The very idea was ruinous.
But
damn and all the other curse words she wasn’t allowed to use—she liked Mr.
Cleland. The way his mind worked, how he spoke to her like a person of equal
intelligence, the sensual quality within him. It wasn’t all her writer’s fancy.
Something burned in him and it lured her closer, closer, drawn toward the
mysteries of this man. Even Lady Josephina wouldn’t find someone half as
interesting in her adventures.
And…he
was exceptionally attractive. In a way she’d never experienced with another man
before. She’d met handsome gentlemen in the past, but Mr. Cleland lit a spark
within her, low and hot.
A
shame, really, that Sarah couldn’t have been someone else. Because, if she
had…she might give him serious consideration.
But
that was never to be. She was who she was, and he was who he was, and they
would have to be friends—nothing more.
So
absorbed was she in this thought, that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching
until they were almost upon her. Turning, she saw her mother coming down the
path, wearing a pinched expression.
“There
you are,” Lady Wakefield said impatiently. She nodded at Mr. Cleland, barely
acknowledging him. Sarah felt a small stab of shame at her mother’s rudeness.
But a vicar didn’t warrant much attention. “This sun has given me a headache.
It’s time to go.”
“Yes,
Mama.” Before the words had left her mouth, her mother had spun on her heel and
strode off back toward the main house.
Sarah
offered Mr. Cleland a remorseful smile. “I’m so sorry.”
“Nothing
to apologize for,” he said easily, and it was clear he meant it. He bowed. “It
was a genuine pleasure to meet you, Lady Sarah.”
“I
feel the same way.” They smiled at each other. For a long time, neither, it
seemed, willing to move away.
“Now,
Sarah,” her mother called out.
Sarah
sighed. Her gaze drifted back to the hedge maze. Could she drop her fan? As
they both bent to retrieve it, she might whisper to him an invitation to meet
her there in a few moments. And then… She could taste those gently curved lips
of his. Oh, she’d experienced a few chaste kisses before, but never anything
she truly desired. But she wanted to kiss Mr. Cleland. She craved feeling his
mouth against hers, and seeing if her imagination was correct about him.
He,
too, looked at the maze. Was he thinking the same thoughts? Did he want to
savor her? A delectable thought, one that made her feel both languid and
powerfully alive all at once.
Their
gazes met. He turned gorgeously pink.
He was thinking
of kissing her!
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EVA LEIGH is the pen name of a RITA® Award-nominated
romance author who writes novels chock-full of smart women and sexy men. She
enjoys baking, Tweeting about boots, and listening to music from the ‘80s. Eva
and her husband live in Central California.
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