Widowed Anna Wren is having a wretched day. After an arrogant male on horseback nearly squashes her, she arrives home to learn that she is in dire financial straits.
WHEN SHE MUST DO THE UNTHINKABLE...
The Earl of Swartingham is in a quandary. Having frightened off two secretaries, Edward de Raaf needs someone who can withstand his bad temper and boorish behavior.
AND FIND EMPLOYMENT.
When Anna becomes the earl's secretary, it would seem that both their problems are solved. Then she discovers he plans to visit the most notorious brothel in London for his "manly" needs. Well! Anna sees red--and decides to assuage her "womanly" desires...with the earl as her unknowing lover.
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1 . It was an ok read
Posted January 09, 2012 by R.S. , HoustonI am a huge fan of romance novels and I was looking forward to reading my 1st Elizabeth Hoyt book. Overall I thought it was ok, I guess I always look for more indepth writing or stuggle of feelings before it becomes believable. If you are fan of historical romance novels I would suggest Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake. (my preferences)
November 01, 2006
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Excerpt from The Raven Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt
The combination of a horse galloping far too fast, a muddy lane with a curve, and a lady pedestrian is never a good one. Even in the best of circumstances, the odds of a positive outcome are depressingly low. But add a dog--a very big dog--and, Anna Wren reflected, disaster becomes inescapable.
The horse in question made a sudden sideways jump at the sight of Anna in its path. The mastiff, jogging beside the horse, responded by running under its nose, which, in turn, made the horse rear. Saucer-sized hooves flailed the air. And inevitably, the enormous rider on the horse's back came unseated. The man went down at her feet like a hawk shot from the sky, if less gracefully. His long limbs sprawled as he fell, he lost his crop and tricorn, and he landed with a spectacular splash in a mud puddle. A wall of filthy water sprang up to drench her.
Everyone, including the dog, paused.
Idiot, Anna thought, but that was not what she said. Respectable widows of a certain age--one and thirty in two months--do not hurl epithets, however apt, at gentlemen. No, indeed.
"I do hope you are not damaged by your fall," she said instead. "May I assist you to rise?" She smiled through gritted teeth at the sodden man.
He did not return her pleasantry. "What the hell were you doing in the middle of the road, you silly woman?"
The man heaved himself out of the mud puddle to loom over her in that irritating way gentlemen had of trying to look important when they'd just been foolish. The dirty water beading on his pale, pockmarked face made him an awful sight. Black eyelashes clumped together lushly around obsidian eyes, but that hardly offset the large nose and chin and the thin, bloodless lips.