BOOK BLURB: Nicholas Chilcott is the Earl of Layton, though his biological father was actually the late Earl of Ridgeway. When Nick’s cousin Simon challenges him for the title, Nick must travel to the coastal village of Weymouth to uncover secrets from the past. But, instead, he finds the woman he wants to build his future with.
Kate Winston serves as the church archivist, while trying to evade the unwanted advances of the new vicar. When a handsome earl comes to town on a mission, she cannot resist helping him, though she has no desire to join his world in the ton.
As Nick and Kate work to find answers to the past, they discover a passion that neither can deny.
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REVIEW: Ms. Driscoll pens another winner!
Ever since I met Earl of Layton, I itched to know his story and finally I got it. I loved his background story and wondered if he’d finally accept the mantle of all his inherited title brought with it. He really worried me for a bit there, but in the end I was so proud of the things he did and the way he went about solving the mystery portion of this sweet and sensual romance. I liked the way that the author made him strong, yet vulnerable and sensitive at times.
Kate was so sweet, yet witty and strong in her own right.
This is everything I love about a romance! Loved the dialogue! Loved the ending too!
Melanie for b2b
Complimentary copy provided by the author
“Is something amiss, Mr. Chilcott?” she asked.
“Nothing at all.” Other than the mystery of her being betrothed to the vicar. “I was curious about the records that can be found in the archives. I am somewhat of an amateur historian.” As he said the words, he realized how pompous they sounded. He also had a feeling Miss Winston would be able to discern that he was no such thing.
But if she suspected he wasn’t being wholly honest with her, she didn’t show it. “It is mostly an accounting of births, marriages and deaths in the parish for three centuries.”
Damn. That wasn’t going to help at all. “So just the mundane details of daily life.” 24
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he could tell he’d made a mistake. She visibly bristled, resulting in the most alluring shiver rolling through her body. He wondered what it would be like to see her shiver beneath him. It was wholly inappropriate to think of such things with the vicar’s betrothed, of course. But it was entirely wrong that she should be stuck with Bramwell.
“Mr. Chilcott,” she began, with a chill in her voice that surely must match the wind off the sea in winter. “Births, marriages and deaths are not ‘mundane details’ to those who are going about having children, getting married and dying. They are the most important activities of a village, for they represent life in all its forms. The celebrations and days of mourning are what people remember, sir. They bring people together and you should not disparage them.”
“Pray forgive me, Miss Winston. I did not mean to disparage anything.”
She leaned forward with wide eyes and a look of wonder he knew he shouldn’t trust. “Pray forgive me, sir. Perhaps I have misinterpreted the meaning of the word ‘mundane.’ Has a new definition been affixed to it?”
She was much too lively for the vicar. “You are correct, Miss Winston. My choice of words was poor, indeed. I am at a loss as to what I should do now.”
“Perhaps, sir, you should cease talking.”
The sting of her words was lessened considerably as she clapped a hand to her mouth and wrinkled her nose. “Now it is time for me to ask your forgiveness, Mr. Chilcott, for I have been unforgivably rude. One of my biggest faults is allowing my tongue to race ahead of my brain. I fear in this case, the former is halfway to London while the latter is still asleep in bed.”
For one long, pleasurable moment, Nick could only think of Miss Winston’s tongue. He would like to accompany it on any journey it might undertake. Then he thought about what she’d said and laughed aloud. “Miss Winston, anyone as clever as you should never apologize for her wit. Especially since I am the one whose tongue and brain first disassociated with my thoughtless remarks about the village archives. Shall we begin again? I am Nicholas Chilcott.” He bowed to her.
“And I am Miss Kate Winston.” She curtsied.
AUTHOR BIO: Maureen Driscoll is an Emmy-nominated television writer/producer who’d much rather be reading than writing. She has written 11 Regency romance novels about the Kellington and Emerson families and one stand-alone political satire, DATING GEORGE CLOONEY, which no one ever reads.
She swears a lot. Probably too much. Her comedy credits include writing for JIMMY KIMMEL LIVE, THE DISH on the Style Network and Nickelodeon’s BRAINSURGE. She is also an actor. Which means she’s been rejected more than just about anyone you’ve ever met. But it’s not the “no” that’s important. It’s going back for another one the next day. That’s supposed to be inspirational and not very, very sad.