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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  Her Fateful Debut
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  A Regency Romance
  
  by
  
  G.G. Vandagriff
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright © 2016 G.G. Vandagriff
  
  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any
  manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Orson
  Whitney Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical
  articles or reviews.
  
  Cover design by Carol Fiorillo
  
  This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents are either the
  product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any
  resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
  
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  Chapter One
  
  Spring 1813
  
  Miss Penelope Swinton was not at all certain she liked London. As she sat on a
  bench sketching a group of three gentlemen conversing near her in Green Park,
  she considered the matter. It was a chilly morning, sadly lacking in birdsong,
  and she was glad she had worn her pelisse. She had chosen to sit on a bench
  next to a