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336 pages, Paperback
First published September 16, 2025
This movie should be the high-water mark of my career, but here I am, crouched in the dark, listening to someone who hates me outline in detail exactly why he finds me so repugnant. And what's worse—he might just be right.*

I wonder what Hugh did to prepare for bed. Jane Austen never really strayed into a man's bedroom, so I can't say for sure what he ought to be wearing. But I can't exactly picture him in a big Ebenezer Scrooge-y nightgown, so I elect to picture him in nothing at all.*
[Hugh] is strange and often off-putting. But he is not unkind. Nor is he ill-meaning.*
I had not anticipated that he would reciprocate so readily. That his mouth would melt against mine, urgent and hot.*
"You are as anachronistic as you are uncouth."
"If the machine works, we'll be going home when it arrives. We should do everything Austen would want of us in the meantime."
I place a thoughtful hand to my mouth. "And pray tell, what is that?"
Hugh offers me his arm, and I link mine through it. "I think we should host a ball."*
My hair is pinned in an elaborate updo, dotted with seed pearls. A simple yet elegant gown of white silk keeps me looking youthful, almost angelic. The fabric seems to shine in the candle light of my room.*
There is a reason the Regency is the setting for some of the most ardent love stories of all time. Because when society will not permit you to whet your passion in physical contact, the contours of your paramour's body become impossible to stop imagining.*
His cock springs free, a soldier at attention…*
…he slides into me like butter.*
He daggers repeatedly into me…*
He daggers repeatedly into me, hard and fast, and yet it feels like an almost feather-like glide.*
