Eva Leigh’s irresistible new series introduces the Wicked Quills of London: a group of bold, brilliant female writers whose spirited allure is beyond seductive . . .
Eleanor Hawke loves a good scandal. And readers of her successful gossip rag live for the exploits of her favorite subject: Daniel Balfour, the notorious Earl of Ashford. So when the earl himself marches into her office and invites her to experience his illicit pursuits firsthand, Eleanor is stunned. Gambling hells, phaeton races, masquerades . . . What more could a scandal writer want than a secret look into the life of this devilishly handsome rake?
Daniel has secrets, and if The Hawk’s Eye gets wind of them, a man’s life could be at stake. And what better way to distract a gossip than by feeding her the scandal she desperately craves? But Daniel never expected the sharp mind and biting wit of the beautiful writer, and their desire for each other threatens even his best-laid plans.
But when Eleanor learns the truth of his deception, Daniel will do anything to prove a romance between a commoner and an earl could really last forever.
Review: Eva Leigh has created a juicy romance. We see two different characters from different classes. Each has their own way of making it in this world. One has the world bowing at his feet and the other has to work hard to keep her world alive. Just when her world seems normal and upright, a certian famous man burts into her world and offering a one time offer to get more juice to spill for her columns. But she what doesn’t know is there there’s more going on then meets the eyes. Daniel has a way of luring the one woman he wants to help his secret cause. But will they end up losing their hearts instead? Forever Your Earl in the most tempting historical romance readers will get their hand on.
Forever Your Earl by Eva Leigh is incredible. Bold, dashing, and vibrant characters. The settings come to life right before readers’ eyes. The romance sparks hotter between two completely different souls as the plot unfolds. I fell in love with both the bad boy who is actually a lot more good inside than he shows and a good woman whose wicked ways come out of the box. Passion, lust, and intrigue fills every page. Readers will forever be lured in the earl’s hot debate with the one woman who can help or destroy it all. I highly recommend Eva Leigh’s novels to readers everywhere. Her words where leave you breathless and her talent is out of this world. Overall, I rate this novel a five out of five stars.
But Lord Ashford up close was rather…appalling. It didn’t seem right that a man so blessed by fortune and title should also be so attractive.
His dark brown hair was fashionably cut and artfully tousled, as if he’d recently risen from a lover’s bed. Given his reputation, that was most likely possible. He had a broad forehead, a coin-clean jawline, thick brows, and eyes that, even with yards between her and him, stunned her with their blue clarity. Naturally, he had a mouth that looked very adept at kissing and…other things.
He moved with a long-limbed ease that betrayed his skill as a sportsman. His ink blue coat fit the broad width of his shoulders, and his cream and gold-embroidered waistcoat defined the shape of his torso—his tailor on Jermyn Street produced excellent work. Snug doeskin breeches were tucked into polished Hessians that came from Bond Street.
Truly, he was quite alarming.
“Miss Hawke?” he asked sharply, coming to stand in front of her paper-cluttered desk. “I wasn’t expecting a female.”
“Neither were my parents,” she answered, “but they learned to adapt. How might I help you, my lord?”
Though she felt an obligation to ask the question, she braced herself for what was sure to be a scorching lecture.
He removed his hat and set it aside. Then he held up an issue of The Hawk’s Eye and began to read.
“’Lord A—d, a figure well-known to our assiduous and genteel readers, was lately seen in the company of a certain Mrs. F—e, whose late husband made his considerable fortune through the manufacture and sale of a woman’s garment we blush to mention in these virtuous pages.’” He tossed one of the issues to the ground. “Wrong.”
“You cannot deny—”
But he wasn’t done. Holding up another issue of the paper, he read again. “’It may or may not stun our honorable readers to learn that the notorious Lord A—d has not amended his ways following the duel over Lady L., from Y—shire, and has been espied with another married lady of questionable character, at the late night revels hosted by the equally rakish Mr. S—n. Yet it was noted by our keen-eyed intelligence that this married lady was not the only female vying for the earl’s favors.’” This paper he also cast to the floor. “Wrong.”
She herself had written those pieces, and while they weren’t matchless examples of English prose, she was still rather proud of them, as she was of all her labors. To have her hard work thrown to the ground like so much garbage was rankling.
“I assure you, my lord,” she said bitingly, “The Hawk’s Eye strives for the greatest of accuracy.” She had a network of sources which she used regularly to provide information. Many members of the aristocracy were in dire need of funds, and they gladly turned on each other in order to maintain the pretense of effortless wealth. Eleanor always paid her informants to keep them returning.
Whether or not they lied to her just to collect payment wasn’t her concern, but she always preferred it if she could validate their statements. Sometimes that meant going out and conducting a few investigations. But she was a very busy woman—writing articles, editing countless others, managing the paper’s finances—and didn’t always have the time.
She had to earn a living, after all. And men like the earl didn’t.
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.