He never expected the clues to lead to her…
Edward Adair, heir to the Duke of Boulstridge, is more interested in finding a missing family heirloom than a wife. But when his parents issue an ultimatum – marry or lose your allowance – he reluctantly agrees to attend a house party to find a bride. Instead, he discovers attractive but infuriating Miss Isabella Winthrop in his library, reading the private family journal that holds clues to the location of the heirloom.
Though Isabella finds Edward haughty and arrogant, she offers to take him to the next clue mentioned in the journal if he will pay her, which will enable her to help her brother restore his estate. Edward counters with an offer of an even larger payment…if she agrees to masquerade as his betrothed to deter the other ladies until the house party ends.
As they work together to solve the mystery their mutual attraction grows, but just when they begin to think they should make their engagement real, a secret is revealed that could destroy everything.
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Ally Broadfield has written an adventurous, fast-paced romance that will draw you in and capture you till the very end. The characters are multi-dimensional, well written and relatable. ~Alwyztrouble’s Romance Book Reviews and More
Ally Broadfield has created strong characters full of personality. For Julia Quinn’s fans, How to Bewitch an Earl is a story that will find its way to your heart without you realizing it. ~Lizzie, My Read Journal
Ms. Broadfield is one of the authors who’s making historical romance easy to read, when the language used is not complicatedly accurate for the time period, but at the same time maintaining the feel of it with the proper habits and ways of the moment. How to Bewitch an Earl was a very entertaining read and I’m very much looking forward to Edward’s gazillion siblings stories. ~An Edgy Review by Sparkles
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Edward came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and held the bow where they could both reach it. She sucked in a deep breath and willed herself not to lean back into him.
“To place the arrow on the bow, hold it horizontally and push the nock onto the string.” His lips were next to her ear, and she shivered when his warm breath caressed her. He took her hand in his and guided her through the movements. It was completely unnecessary for him to do that, but she didn’t protest.
“Good. Now bring it back to vertical.” He helped her rotate the bow, and she closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being held. His cheek brushed against hers, and she caught the faint scent of lime and chamomile.
“Position your index finger above the arrow, and your next two fingers below.” He manipulated her fingers into position while she tried to ignore the way his breath teased the sensitive shell of her ear. “The trick is to not grip the arrow, but to just let it rest between your fingers.” He jiggled her hand to make sure she wasn’t clamping the arrow between her fingers. It was a good thing she already knew how to do this, because Edward’s proximity was making it impossible for her to concentrate.
“Now you pull the string.” He took his hand from hers and moved back, and she suddenly felt unstable, as if the earth had dropped out from under her.
“Be sure to keep your shoulders straight.” He placed his hands on her shoulders. “If you’ve done everything correctly, your index finger should fit just under your chin.”
After a moment he asked, “Are you ready?”
“Then take aim and let it fly.”
After a few steadying breaths, she adjusted her aim slightly so the arrow would land to the right, then let go. It hit toward the top of the target.
“Well done.” He took her hand and kissed her wrist, just above the edge of her glove, then flicked his tongue over the line of her pulse, sending small jolts of electricity up her arm.
When she recovered from his sensual onslaught, she said, “How is Louisa doing over there?”
“Based on Thornbrook’s scowl, I’d say pretty well.”
“Have I mentioned how much I like your sister?”
“As long as you like me more, that’s just fine.”
He came up behind her again, and her pulse quickened in anticipation of his touch.
“This time, be sure to keep the elbow on your bow arm rotated straight up and down.” He smoothed his hand over her arm, then she let the arrow go, forgetting to manipulate the shot. The arrow hit dead center.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
She shook her head, not wanting to voice the words that would be a lie. What she needed to do was to find a way to keep his touch from distracting her.