title: When Good Earls Go Bad: A Victorian Valentine's Day Novella (Dukes Behaving Badly)
author:  Megan Frampton 
description: &#8220;Megan Frampton always shines!&#8221; (Sabrina Jeffries, New York Times bestselling author)<br /><br />&#8220;Frampton&#8217;s romance has charm to spare, and readers will find it impossible to resist her flawless characterization, fanciful plotting, and deliciously fizzy wit.&#8221; (Booklist)<br /><br />&#8220;Frampton superbly balances passion with humor, avoiding clich&#233; through rich characterization. The result is warm, kindhearted, and utterly delightful.&#8221; (Publishers Weekly <strong>(starred review)</strong>)<br /><br />&#8220;exquisitely written, fast-paced, and -- I would not dare call them sex scenes -- the lovemaking is sublimely erotic, sensual, and deliciously wicked. Megan Frampton was a new author to me, and with WHEN EARLS GO BAD, she has gained a new devoted fan. A must- read for historical fiction lovers!&#8221; (Fresh Fiction)
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  MY DEAREST VALENTINE...
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  3 Novellas: Frost Fair, Wooing Mariana, A Maid at Your Window
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Carola Dunn
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  FROST FAIR
  
  The number of letters sent on Valentine’s Day, makes several additional
  sorters necessary at the Post Office in London.
  
  Robert Nares, Glossary, 1822
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter 1
  
  As the door of the cloth merchant’s office closed behind them, the two girls
  exchanged a look.
  
  “Couldn’t we, Miss Ros?” begged the shorter of the two, a plump blond in a
  warm cloak of blue duffel and woolly mittens. “We’re not likely ever to get
  another chance. Just think on it, froze solid all the way from Blackfriars to
  London Bridge!”
  
  “Mr Braithwaite said it’s the first time in living memory,” murmured the tall
  girl in the ruby-red velvet cloak trimmed with white satin. She pulled the
  white-lined hood over her raven-black hair as the icy air nipped at her ears
  after the warmth indoors. Burying kid-gloved hands in her muff, she went on,
  “But if we stay out so long, y