Everything seems very proper on the surface but murder, intrigue and lust embroil Harriett in a very different scene…

Lady Harriett Edgerton and her family visit a relative in his country mansion in Kent, England, in the early nineteenth century. Harriett finds herself not only caught up in a murder investigation, but falling in love with the wrong man. Determined not to become an old maid with no romantic dalliances, she plans a night of passion to ensure a scandalous past.

REVIEW

Ashira Datya Happily Ever After Reviews I really enjoyed reading An Improper Lover, it reminded me of the romance novels I started out reading.
Maura Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More Harriet is my favorite kind of Regency heroine. She is on the shelf, unconventional in looks, and has commonsense and courage.

EXCERPT

Lady Harriett Edgerton and her family visit a relative in his country mansion in Kent, England, in the early nineteenth century. Harriett finds herself not only caught up in a murder investigation, but falling in love with the wrong man. Determined not to become an old maid with no romantic dalliances, she plans a night of passion to ensure a scandalous past.

Excerpt:
His dark brows rose. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

Beholding Gerard, Harriett quite agreed. With his well-shaped mouth and the cleft in his chin, he was quite the handsomest man she had ever set eyes on. She bent to pick up one of her boots.

“Allow me.”

Her cheeks burned. “No. I have to put on my stockings. Would you turn your back again, please?”

“What gentleman would refuse?” He turned his back.

Harriet was securing her garter around her stocking when he turned. She hastily pulled down her dress. “You agreed not to look.”

He grinned. “I didn’t say I was a gentleman. May I assist with your shoes?” He kneeled at her feet and took hold of her ankle. Harriett’s senses swam at the gentle touch of his fingers as he eased her foot into the shoe and fastened the lace. She almost lost her balance and had to resort to holding on to his shoulder. It felt broad and strong under her fingers and she quickly let go.