One Night with an Earl is a novella that I have mixed feelings about. A part of me loved the creativity that Haymore added into the novella and the other part of me, let's say the critic part was a little disappointed that the novella did not actually center around the mysterious Lady Esme Hawkins from the House of Trent series.
As someone who has read the prior three novels of the Trent series, I was anxious to read the novella of what I thought would be centered on Lady Esme, the sister of the Trent brothers. She caught my attention from the very first novel. As a secondary character I don't actually know a great detail about Lady Hawkins, other than the fact that she secretly writes romantic titles in the Regency era and under a different name to keep her brother, the Duke of Trent from finding out. So I desperately wanted to learn more about Esme! Instead what I got was something totally different.
This is where the debate inside my head begins. I had to take a single moment and praise Haymore for such inventiveness as to pen a novella for an imaginary character. It's refreshing and certainly different when compared to other novellas that I have read. It did add a little more mystery to Lady Hawkins and I am seriously hoping more will be revealed in future Trent novels. Still, I simply cannot get over my curious nature with the fact that I have this thirst to read a novel that actually features Esme and her own happily-ever-after ending.
It is unbelievably hard if not nearly impossible to overlook Haymore's writing. I've always been impressed by the incredible flow and heart of her novels and One Night with an Earl follows that trend. I greatly enjoyed the writing.
The solid fact that I wanted to see a novella featuring Lady Hawkins is the only reason I did not rate this novella higher and by no means should it be overlooked. The craving of the reader is of high importance! :)
Have you read prior Trent novels? If yes pick this up for an enjoyable read. If not, still pick this up now. You won’t have problems starting the series with this novella.
Beatrice Reece, Lady Fenwick, has retired from polite society. Everyone knows her late husband treated her abominably, and she simply cannot bear the whispers of the ton. But it's the night of London's premier masquerade ball-and Beatrice's one chance to revel in anonymity. She hopes no one will recognize her beneath her mask, not even the sinfully sexy stranger across the room who holds her captive in his gaze . . . Andrew Sinclair would know beautiful Beatrice anywhere from the gentle sway of her hips, the richness of her hair, and the lushness of her body. When he asks her to dance, the attraction is instant and all-consuming. The only woman he's ever truly wanted is finally in his arms. But when the clock strikes twelve, will this one reckless night fade into the morning light?