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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published June 2, 2015
With the generous allowance she began receiving from her uncle, she'd buried her grief under mounds of pretty clothes, the kinds of things a poor churchman's daughter would never have owned. And she'd set herself learning every bit of the reviled deportment. The girls at Rosewood didn't laugh at her anymore, but by then she hadn't wanted their shallow friendship. Gentlemen were better.
- loc 403
"Not for my ward," he said, wanting to stop himself from saying one more wicked word even as he gave in to the despair that told him nothing mattered anymore. "For me."
A pause as realisation dawned and color flooded her face. "I cannot believe you would propose such a thing."
Her breathing had quickened, and a distant part of his mind was shouting that he was a devil and he'd shocked her horribly. But he was unmoored from that man now. He reached up and put his palm against her cheek. Dear God, the soft warmth of a woman's skin, the give of her smooth flesh.
He read mutiny in her eyes as she pushed his hand away. "How dare you!"
"I'm willing to make it worth your while. You have the look of someone who would put a hundred pounds to good use."
His answer was a forceful slap that left his cheek burning, as alive to sensation now as the hand that had touched her.
- loc 288
Her gown really did look like boiled dust. And for the first time, she cared.
- loc 1841