Excerpt & Giveaway - When Good Earls Go Bad (Duke's Behaving Badly #1.5) by Meghan Frampton
Good Earls Go Bad:
Victorian Valentine’s Day Novella
Dukes Behaving Badly # 1.5
By: Meghan Frampton
Releasing February 3rd, 2015
Frampton’s Dukes Behaving Badly series is back, though this time it’s an earl
who’s meeting his match in this delightfully fun and sexy novella!
a lovely young woman doing asleep in his bed? Matthew, Earl of Selkirk, is
shocked to discover it’s his new housekeeper! She’s a far cry from the
gray-haired woman he expected. Matthew is no fan of surprises, and Annabelle
Tyne is pure temptation. Perhaps he shouldn’t have had her hired sight unseen.
co-owner of the Quality Employment Agency, is no housekeeper, but she wasn’t
about to lose a potential client simply because there was no one to fit the
bill. Imagine her shock when the Earl arrives at his London townhome and she’s
awoken in the night by the most attractive man she’s ever seen.
is a man who lives life by the rules, but sometimes rules are made to be
broken…and being bad can be very, very good.
last part drew her attention away from the issue of the milk and whether or not
there was any.
“The Earl of . . .?” she said,
feeling that flutter in her stomach that signaled there was nobility present or
being mentioned—or she wished there were, at least. Rather like the milk,
“Selkirk,” the man replied in a firm
tone. He had no comment on the milk. And why would he? He didn’t even know it
was a possibility that they didn’t have any, and if she did have to serve him
tea, what would she say? Besides which, she had no clue to the man’s name; he
had just come in and been all brusque and demanded a housekeeper when there was
“Selkirk,” Annabelle repeated, her
mind rifling through all the nobles she’d ever heard mentioned.
“A Scottish earl,” the man said.
beamed and clapped her hands. “Oh,
Scottish! Small wonder I did not recognize the title, I’ve only ever been in
London and once to the seaside when I was five years old, but I wouldn’t have
known if that was Scotland, but I am fairly certain it was not because it would
have been cold and it was quite warm in the water. Unless the weather was
unseasonable, I can safely say I have never been to Scotland, nor do I know of
any Scottish earls.”
“Glad to have that settled,” the man
said in the kind of strangled hush that most people seemed to speak after some
time conversing with her. “The thing is, the purpose of my visit here is to
hire a person to take care of the earl while he is in London on business.”
Annabelle opened her mouth to
speak, but he held his hand up, indicating she should wait.
too, was something many people did to her. Was there a class that everyone took
in How to Speak to Annabelle of which she was unaware? Because they were
remarkably consistent in their discourse, and it couldn’t be coincidental.
Megan Frampton writes historical romance under her own name
and romantic women’s fiction as Megan Caldwell. She likes the color black, gin,
dark-haired British men, and huge earrings, not in that order. She lives in
Brooklyn, NY, with her husband and son.