A brand new historical by Kate Rothwell

Hey! LOOK! The Earl, a Girl, and a Promise is available now!

When a nearly naked woman crashes into his arms, Paul, the new Earl of Latterly, knows he’s left his monk-like world behind. Raised apart from females by his misogynist father, Paul hardly knows how to speak with the delightful girl who’s dashed out of the dance hall. But in a single night’s tryst, they discover a passion he’s long denied himself. Yet to his dismay, he learns Emma is the adopted sister of the very man he seeks. The true heir to the earldom, Paul’s ne’er-do-well cousin.

Although she’s tried to escape her free-loving mother’s reputation, Emma consents to one night of lust…for a price. But as her heart falls for the stranger, she forgoes payment and flees into the night. Only to find Paul on her doorstep again, seeking her brother. And offering an inheritance that will change her family’s lives forever.

Her rapscallion brother needs training to blend with the ton, and Paul needs Emma’s help. Fear of becoming his eccentric father makes Paul skittish, and Emma’s outré family keeps the waters well-churned. But as Paul fulfills his promise to reveal the true heir, he and Emma must forge a new path to love. Before their pasts rob them of true happiness.

Note: This book contains explicit sexual content and graphic language. It is hotter than many titles by Kate Rothwell.

The the fuss and bother I've done in the past with new releases isn't happening with this one. I've done blog-tourish things. I comment everywhere. And I end up unable to write for a couple of weeks afterwards because my brain gets shoveled into a different mindset--one I intensely dislike. So I'm just putting this out, quietly.  At least when the book gets ignored this time I know there's a good excuse for it!

I wrote this a few years ago, back when I had an agent, and it kept nearly getting bought by New York. One editor said she'd just published a storyline that was similar. Another said it didn't have the right kind of sex she liked. Another liked my style but thought it wasn't dark enough.

So okay, no New York. Let's all prove New York wrong and buy a gazillion trillion copies of it. Make that prolific yet undiscovered Rothwell a feel-good success story that shows up on the front page of Amazon.

Although I might give in and do some bribery later. I'm thinking -- how about giving away a Kindle or something? Eventually. Maybe. I have to think about this one.  Right now I'm going to go demand Mike make some cookies to celebrate--and to warm up this house.