I highly enjoyed this book. Although I will admit to wanting to smack Monk upside the head at the beginning. It was so clear that he only thought he loved Arrabella for who he thought she was, not who she actually was. But, I was so happy when he finally came to his senses and realized the other Burkley sister was actually the one for him. I loved how Monk got all protective and caring, he did not like to see Elizabeth hurt in any way, he dang near lost his shit when she got bruised. I loved Elizabeth. I liked how she wasn't one of those dumb characters who constantly do dumb stuff like go off by herself or confront the stranger alone and get herself into trouble. I also liked her sense of humor, her cleverness, and her strength. I definitely recommend this book. <3
"Flirting with the maids now, are we?" Edward said, pouring ale from the jug into the tankards. "Merely reminding myself of my masculinity. Being the dandy can shake it's foundations on occasion." "Dinner with Lynden being one of those occasions?" Hughe accepted the tankard with a grunt. "Next time he makes eyes at me, I'll thank you not to laugh."
-Monk & Hughe
Edward grinned. "A little murderous conduct will put to bed any rumors of feminine proclivities. Perhaps you ought to start a fight or two in the taproom later. Better yet, bed all the women in the village then start a fight." Hughe gave him a withering glare. "Have you quite finished?" "I could go on."
- Monk & Hughe
She poured him a cup of wine from the jug on the table. "Drink up. I believe it's the strongest wine in the house." He took the cup. "Tested it, have you?" "Frequently." He saluted her with the cup before taking a sip. It was indeed strong and burned his throat as it went down. "It may be the strongest, but it's also the foulest I've ever tasted." "You'll become used to it." He sat on a chair, close to her. "After three or four cups?" "More like ten." He laughed. It was good to laugh again. It felt like an age since he'd done so. The wine was certainly effective, if somewhat earthy. "I can't believe Lynden drinks this stuff. I thought him a gentleman of quality." She snorted softly. "You have seen the way he dresses. haven't you? I'm not sure quality is a word I'd use to describe that green doublet." "It did resemble the color of pond slime." "My cousin is not a man of half measures." She peered into her cup and wrinkled her nose. "Perhaps that explains this wine. It's certainly not halfway good."
-Elizabeth & Monk
"Get up, Edward." "No." She sighed. There was only one thing for it. She grabbed the sheet and stripped of off the bed. He did not cover himself as she expected him to. Instead, he looked at her and grinned wolfishly. "Like what you see?" he growled. "Um..." 'Like' was such an insipid word to describe the effect his nakedness had on her. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his powerful thighs and the thick member resting there. He cleared his throat. "Let me know when you're finished." The heat in her face rose, but she would not let him embarrass her. It ought to be the other way round! "It's quite fascinating. I've never seen one before. Thank you for the education." "Bloody hell." He snatched at the sheet, but she held it out of his reach. "Give me that back." She took it off the bed completely. "Get up." He cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. "If you insist." He stood. How was it that he seemed so much more magnificent without clothing? Surely it should be the opposite. He ought to be vulnerable and perhaps even appear smaller in his nakedness. But no. Edward Monk was a man who did not need padded shoulders in his doublet. He was a wonderful specimen of manhood. "Close your mouth," he said with a lopsided grin. "Ha. Very amusing."
-Elizabeth & Monk
"Shhh," he whispered into her hair. "I won't let them hurt you." She knew it too. Knew it deep down in the pit of her stomach that he would do anything to keep her safe. "I don't know why I'm crying," she managed. "You're crying because you were scared, and now you're relieved. It's all right. It's a natural reaction to a shock like that." "You wouldn't cry." He chuckled. "I'm somewhat less fragile than you."
-Monk & Elizabeth