{"id":20518,"date":"2018-03-23T10:00:26","date_gmt":"2018-03-23T15:00:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=20518"},"modified":"2018-03-17T11:36:20","modified_gmt":"2018-03-17T16:36:20","slug":"newrelease-review-historical-earl-of-st-seville-by-christina-mcknight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=20518","title":{"rendered":"#NewRelease #review #Historical #Excerpt #Giveaway – Earl of St Seville by Christina McKnight"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\"Earl<\/p>\n

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Meet twelve of the most wickedly sinful earls in all of Regency England. Together they make up the Wicked Earls\u2019 Club. A secret group, marked with a single golden W; it is a place where these deliciously devious earls can indulge in their darkest desires. Though fate may have something else planned for them entirely.
\nRead twelve standalone novellas as each wicked earl finds love and redemption.<\/p>\n

Earl of Sussex by Tammy Andresen
\nEarl of Westcliff by Meara Platt
\nEarl of Wainthrope by Collette Cameron
\nEarl of Sunderland by Aubrey Wynne
\nEarl of Basingstoke by Aileen Fish
\nEarl of Weston by Anna St. Claire
\nEarl of Davenport by Maggie Dallen
\nEarl of Grayson by Amanda Mariel
\nEarl of Benton by Madeline Martin
\nEarl of Pembroke by Lauren Smith
\nEarl of St. Seville by Christina McKnight
\nEarl of Harrington by Dawn Brower<\/p>\n

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Perhaps she should have knocked.<\/p>\n

Or, preferably, remained safely abed.<\/p>\n

Before her stood a man, not one of her brothers that she still pictured as boys even though they were two and four years her senior, but instead a true man\u2014stripped to the waist, his back to her.<\/p>\n

Thank the heavens above for small miracles.<\/p>\n

But to deny that her heart skipped a beat\u2014or ten\u2014would be preposterous. In fact, as Patience stood, unnoticed, studying the man now looking out Merit\u2019s open window, she wondered if her heart would ever beat a normal, steady rhythm again or if her skin would ever cool enough to need an overcoat or shawl. It was only when her lungs began to burn that she realized she\u2019d held her breath since opening the door, a call of greeting stuck in her throat.<\/p>\n

One utterly forgotten.<\/p>\n

So intent on the window, the man failed to notice he was no longer alone.<\/p>\n

There was no denying the stranger\u2019s presence\u2014an unfamiliar masculine air filled the room. It was both intriguing and frightening. Certainly, she\u2019d witnessed men in various stages of undress, but this goliath was different. Never had Patience been so utterly aware of her own body, while distracted by the sight of another\u2019s chiseled form. Her hands itched to reach out at the same time they should be raising to cover her exposed flesh, veiled only by her thin nightshift.<\/p>\n

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Goodreads<\/a><\/p>\n

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a Rafflecopter giveaway<\/a>
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