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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  ### _A selection of recent titles by Chris Nickson_
  
  
  #### _The Richard Nottingham Mysteries_
  
  
  THE BROKEN TOKEN
  
  
  COLD CRUEL WINTER *
  
  
  THE CONSTANT LOVERS *
  
  
  COME THE FEAR *
  
  
  AT THE DYING OF THE YEAR *
  
  
  FAIR AND TENDER LADIES *
  
  
  
  
  
  #### _The Inspector Tom Harper Mysteries_
  
  
  GODS OF GOLD *
  
  
  TWO BRONZE PENNIES *
  
  
  _* available from Severn House_
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## ONE
  
  
  
  
  
  _December, 1890_
  
  
  ‘Have you heard a word I said, Tom Harper?’
  
  
  ‘Of course I have.’ He stirred and stretched in the chair beside the
  fireplace. ‘You were talking about visiting your sister.’
  
  
  Annabelle’s face softened. ‘It’ll only be for an hour. We can go in the
  afternoon, after we’ve eaten.’
  
  
  ‘That’s fine,’ he told her with a smile. He was happy, finally at home and
  warm for the first time since morning.
  
  
  He’d spent the day chasing around Leeds on the trail of a burglar, no closer
  to catching him than he’d been a month before. He’d gone from Burley to
  Hunslet, and never a sniff of the man. But it was bet