Temptations of a Wallflower: The Wicked Quills of London #3 by Eva Leigh with Giveaway

Temptations of a Wallflower: The Wicked Quills of London #3 by Eva Leigh with Giveaway

Today I’m thrilled to share the third book of The Wicked Quills of London series by Eva Leigh with you. A wonderful historic romance that deals with three very unusual and determined women and the men who come to love them have made this one of my favorite series! Please read on for my review and excerpt, check out the tour stops to see what other readers thought of the title and don’t forget to enter the tour wide giveaway where you could win Print copies of Wicked Quills books 1 & 2: FOREVER YOUR EARL and SCANDAL TAKES THE STAGE.  But first

Temptations of a Wallflower

Unlike Eleanor and Maggie from the earlier books, Sarah is titled, the daughter of a Duke.  Having turned down numerous proposals from those interested in her position and money, she’s known as the Watching Wallflower by the tonne.  Completely uninterested in marrying for convention alone, she’s resigned herself to spinsterhood, finding her only passions in the novels she pens as “A Lady of Dubious Quality”.

I loved that Sarah used her not inconsiderable brain to research and imagine the scenes she pens in her novels, even as she is an innocent.  While the stories are not appropriate for ‘polite company’ the references to them have appeared in the earlier titles, and unmasking the author is a great treat.  Unless you are Sarah – for it would surely result in ruination.

Jeremy Cleland, third son of the Earl of Hutton and cousin to Cam was briefly introduced in Maggie’s story, as a newly installed yet rather unsettled vicar, bearing the surname of the author of Fanny Hill, and now assigned, by his father to discover and reveal the identity of the ‘scribbler of immorality”.  A sweet and thoughtful, if slightly manipulated man, Jeremy is everything one could want in a hero, if he dares to relax a bit and allow himself to BE.

These two are wonderful together – there is a sexual tension that plays in their physical restraint and with their dialogue – as with earlier books in this series, Leigh gives us moments of insight into Sarah’s writing process and difficulties, her sublimated desires that she works into stories, and her fears about discovery. In Jeremy, she has found a kinship: a man who perhaps feels and desires as deeply as she does.  She’s using Jeremy as inspiration for her latest work… but the romance between them, the tension and emotions cannot be denied.

With the knowledge of imminent discovery hanging over her head, Sarah knows she must wed – but a country vicar is not a choice her family will approve of.  She’s also keeping a very important secret from Jeremy, one that she finds brings a great benefit as he uses one of her books on their wedding night.  Clever, heartwarming and just a bit naughty this couple is another who surpasses their own potential with the power of their combined forces.  Eva Leigh has brought another wonderful story to the table in this series – one that has made my list of Favorites.

Temptations of a Wallflower: The Wicked Quills of London #3 by Eva Leigh with Giveaway

Title: Temptations of a Wallflower
Author: Eva Leigh
Series: The Wicked Quills of London #3
Also in this series: Forever Your Earl, Scandal Takes the Stage
Genre: Historical Romance
Published by: Avon
ISBN: 0062358677
Published on: 26 April, 2016
Source: Publisher Via Edelweiss
Pages: 384
Audio Length: 10 Hours: 42 minutes
Rated: five-stars
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Eva Leigh’s deliciously sexy Wicked Quills of London series continues as a Lady’s secret career writing erotic fiction is jeopardized by real-life romance . . .

In society circles she’s known as the Watching Wallflower—shy, quiet, and certainly never scandalous. Yet beneath Lady Sarah Frampton’s demure façade hides the mind of The Lady of Dubious Quality, author of the most titillating erotic fiction the ton has ever seen. Sarah knows discovery would lead to her ruin, but marriage—to a vicar, no less—could help protect her from slander. An especially tempting option when the clergyman in question is the handsome, intriguing Jeremy Cleland.

Tasked with unmasking London’s most scandalous author by his powerful family, Jeremy has no idea that his beautiful, innocent bride is the very woman he seeks to destroy. His mission must remain a secret, even from the new wife who stirs his deepest longings. Yet when the truth comes to light, Sarah and Jeremy’s newfound love will be tested. Will Sarah’s secret identity tear them apart or will the temptations of his wallflower wife prove too wicked to resist?

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A copy of this title was provided via Publisher Via Edelweiss for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.


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Now it was her turn to laugh. “I’m hardly enviable, Mr. Cleland.”

His expression shifted to thoughtfulness. “I wonder why you might say that.”

“I have…everything a woman could want,” she acknowledged, matching her stride to his.

“Such as?”

“Wealth, position. If there’s a material thing that I desire, I simply have to ask, and it’s mine.” She shook her head. “And I’m grateful for these things. I truly am. And yet…”

“And yet…?” he prompted gently.

“It comes at a high price,” she admitted.

“What is that price?”

She considered this. Never before had she spoken so openly to anyone. Not her friends, or her family. But here, now, to be with this man, and to consider the foundations of her life, was both odd and deeply right. At last, she said, “Freedom.”

He contemplated her perceptively. “Must be very restricting,” he murmured. “The responsibilities of your position in society. Not to mention the fact that you’re a woman.” He blushed a little at that word.

It was a charming—but also gently erotic—blush. Her own cheeks warmed.

He continued, “You haven’t the liberty that a man in your place might have.”

“Indeed, no.” She gave a small, strained laugh. “You must think me dreadful to take issue with my admittedly fortunate circumstance.”

He fell briefly silent. “I know a little about having one’s role be predetermined.” They stopped walking, and she gazed up at him. Cool sunlight carved hollows in his cheeks and gilded his eyelashes. “Being a vicar means I must be a model to everyone in my parish. I have to be more pious, more humble, more self-sacrificing. I have to be better at everything while also being deferential. I certainly cannot admit to being an ordinary human man.”

Their gazes held at that word, man. Awareness of him sizzled. His height, his physicality. That suppressed desire. Her own body warmed in response.

She tiled her head to one side, imagining what it must be like to live such a restrained life. “Sounds exhausting.”

“Not unlike being a duke’s daughter, I imagine.” He smiled at her, and that lush warmth continued to gathered through her.

“I never would have thought I’d have much in common with a vicar,” she said with a laugh.

“Nor I with you,” he answered, his smile softening. “But here we are, in this garden.”

“So we are.” Strange how the world worked, that she discovered a man such as him on a day that had started out so perfectly ordinary. It was almost…miraculous. Did miracles happen? She went to church as a matter of form, not faith, though the ritual gave her comfort. Still, it was a revelation to learn that men of God were mortal just like anyone else, with the same needs and frustrations anybody might experience.

She ought to have imagined as such. She often imbued people in her mind with hidden motivations and secrets. He was no exception.

“And does your…wife…feel as you do?” She inwardly grimaced at her lack of tact, but she needed to know whether or not he had someone with whom he could confide. It seemed a shame, a right shame, that he should be alone in this world.

“No wife, I’m afraid,” he said with a self-deprecating grin.

A strange relief shot through her. She reasoned that it must be because it wouldn’t do to flirt with a married man. “Stick around the London Season long enough,” she replied. “An earl’s son, with a living? You’ll make someone a fine catch.”

“I’m just a humble country vicar,” he answered. “Hardly the stuff of a doting mama’s dream for her daughter.”

“You might be surprised.” Without a doubt, she and Mr. Cleland could never be a match. Even if she wanted to marry, he stood too far beneath her to warrant any possibility of courtship. Duke’s daughters and vicars—though they might be sons of earls—made for an improbable, mismatched pairing.

A vicar could never be married to a woman who wrote anonymous erotic novels, either. The very idea was ruinous.

But damn and all the other curse words she wasn’t allowed to use—she liked Mr. Cleland. The way his mind worked, how he spoke to her like a person of equal intelligence, the sensual quality within him. It wasn’t all her writer’s fancy. Something burned in him and it lured her closer, closer, drawn toward the mysteries of this man. Even Lady Josephina wouldn’t find someone half as interesting in her adventures.

And…he was exceptionally attractive. In a way she’d never experienced with another man before. She’d met handsome gentlemen in the past, but Mr. Cleland lit a spark within her, low and hot.

A shame, really, that Sarah couldn’t have been someone else. Because, if she had…she might give him serious consideration.

But that was never to be. She was who she was, and he was who he was, and they would have to be friends—nothing more.

So absorbed was she in this thought, that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching until they were almost upon her. Turning, she saw her mother coming down the path, wearing a pinched expression.

“There you are,” Lady Wakefield said impatiently. She nodded at Mr. Cleland, barely acknowledging him. Sarah felt a small stab of shame at her mother’s rudeness. But a vicar didn’t warrant much attention. “This sun has given me a headache. It’s time to go.”

“Yes, Mama.” Before the words had left her mouth, her mother had spun on her heel and strode off back toward the main house.

Sarah offered Mr. Cleland a remorseful smile. “I’m so sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” he said easily, and it was clear he meant it. He bowed. “It was a genuine pleasure to meet you, Lady Sarah.”

“I feel the same way.” They smiled at each other. For a long time, neither, it seemed, willing to move away.

“Now, Sarah,” her mother called out.

Sarah sighed. Her gaze drifted back to the hedge maze. Could she drop her fan? As they both bent to retrieve it, she might whisper to him an invitation to meet her there in a few moments. And then… She could taste those gently curved lips of his. Oh, she’d experienced a few chaste kisses before, but never anything she truly desired. But she wanted to kiss Mr. Cleland. She craved feeling his mouth against hers, and seeing if her imagination was correct about him.

He, too, looked at the maze. Was he thinking the same thoughts? Did he want to savor her? A delectable thought, one that made her feel both languid and powerfully alive all at once.

Their gazes met. He turned gorgeously pink.

He was thinking of kissing her!

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About Eva Leigh

EVA LEIGH is the pen name of a RITA® Award-nominated romance author who writes novels chock-full of smart women and sexy men. She enjoys baking, Tweeting about boots, and listening to music from the ‘80s. Eva and her husband live in Central California.

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