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152 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 29, 2016
“Come to my side,” he murmured. “We have baked goods and tea.”
“That’s a terrible argument. The side of proper English morality also has pastries and tea. They practically invented it.”
“They stole the tea, and they certainly never baked the biscuits. In addition, I know fifteen ways to give a woman an orgasm.”
Daisy choked.
“Which is rather antithetical to their position. So which do you prefer, Daisy. Pastries and tea? Or pastries, tea, and, orgasms?”


This time, you don't waver You don't stop. You don't apologize. You believe that you're right, that you can win, that you deserve it. And you don't let up."
"Very well. Do do you want me to forgive you for your mother? She'll be a burden, that's for sure. Shall I forgive you for working in a shop? I know you flirt with the men who come by. ... I forgive you the fact that you were raised to think yourself better than you are. ... I forgive you your impertinent and umwomanly desire to be more. ... I forgive you your utter ignorance in bed," he had continued, "and your maidenly qualms. Hell, I'll forgive you your very existence in return. Even though, as these things are reckoned, you are a complete waste of a woman."
“She could win. She would win. She wasn’t going to apologize for her existence. She didn’t need to be forgiven for her ambition. She wasn’t going to pretend she didn’t matter to assuage their fears.
Let them throw their rotten produce. Let them tell her she was nothing. Let them call her selfish for wanting the same chance as any man. Daisy didn’t care; she was going to win.”