Could this infamous rake...
...finally have found his countess?
Part of The Sinful Sinclairs. When Lucas, Lord Sinclair, receives a mysterious summons from a Miss Olivia Silverdale heâs skeptical about whether he can help her. But Olivia, although eccentric, is in earnest about her quest to restore her late godfatherâs reputation. Lucasâs curiosity is piqued, and not just by Oliviaâs intelligent eyes and lithe form. A new challenge quickly presents itself: keeping Miss Silverdale at armâs length!
The Sinful Sinclairs miniseries
Book 1âThe Earlâs Irresistible Challenge
And look out for the next two Sinful Sinclairsâcoming soon!
âIt is a poignant, sentimental and expertly written love story.â
âGoodreads on Lord Stantonâs Last Mistress by Lara Temple
âSensitive, touching and perceptive, this emotional book took me on the most wonderful journey where the hero and heroine deal with the obstacles in their way.â
âGoodreads on Lord Stantonâs Last Mistress by Lara Temple
LARA TEMPLE was three years old when she begged her mother to take the dictation of her first adventure story. Since then she has led a double lifeâby day she is a high-tech investment professional, who has lived and worked on three continents, but when darkness falls she loses herself in history and romanceâ¦at least on the page. Luckily her husband and two beautiful and very energetic children help her weave it all together.
Also by Lara Temple
Lord Crayleâs Secret World
The Reluctant Viscount The Dukeâs Unexpected Bride
Wild Lords and Innocent Ladies miniseries
Lord Hunterâs Cinderella Heiress
Lord Ravenscarâs Inconvenient Betrothal Lord Stantonâs Last Mistress
The Sinful Sinclairs miniseries
The Earlâs Irresistible Challenge
And look out for the next book coming soon.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08861-9
THE EARLâS IRRESISTIBLE CHALLENGE
© 2018 Ilana Treston
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To the marvellous, generous, creative
and all-round wonderful ladies of the Unlaced Historical Romance Groupâyou are my surrogate family in Romancelandia, and my little world is so much the richer for my having found youâ¦
Blood was thudding in Oliviaâs ears, loud in the echoing hollowness of St Margaretâs. She had purposely chosen an hour when there were likely to be few people in the church, but she hadnât expected it to be empty. Or dark.
She should have realised they wouldnât waste many candles on a near-empty church on a rainy winter afternoon. The few tallow candles smoked sulkily in their sconces and occasionally shivered in the draught that seemed to come from all directions at once.
Surely if she cried out someone would hear, wouldnât they? Hans Town might not be a fashionable part of London, but it was respectable. Or perhaps it was best to just tuck tail and run...