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330 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 14, 2016
A remedy against sin. That was the phrase the vicar had used to describe marriage during the wedding ceremony.
Others may have your riches or your good name, but give me your joy, Mr. Darcy, and I will be forever content.”
“You may have my riches, my name, and all my joy — everything I have to give, Elizabeth, is yours.”
“A remedy against sin. That was the phrase the vicar had used to describe marriage during the wedding ceremony. How odd that less than a month ago, this very same caress of her fingers had been not a remedy but the seed of sin itself. Now, with the weight of his gold on her finger, her touch had been blessed.”



“for even he could not ignore the irony of being brought to his senses by so senseless a woman as Mrs. Bennet.”

“Do you suppose,” she asked the back of his head, “that I, tolerable appearances aside, will be enough to tempt you?”

“Her daring initiated a competition: he pushed her to the mattress; she pulled his body to hers; he ran his tongue across her jaw and neck; she urged his lips back to hers; he slid his hands down her shoulders and arms; she ran her fingers through his hair, down his neck, and then beneath the collar of his nightshirt.”



“After each attack of nausea, she lay in bed, a cool, damp cloth on her face, and remembered the epiphany she’d had following her first bout of sickness: she was in love with Fitzwilliam Darcy. Give others poetry; she would be the kind of woman to fall in love with a man who held her hand while she vomited into a bowl of potatoes.”

“I should like to see you attempt to write a letter to one of my sisters!”
“Dear Miss Lydia, Please stop giggling. Sincerely, Fitzwilliam Darcy.”
She could not help herself: she threw back her head and laughed. ”
“Colonel Fitzwilliam will find you a new commission somewhere in the army — perhaps in the North, since you seem to be so fond of Scotland.”


“Elizabeth reached across the table and took Georgiana’s hands in her own. “May I tell you one of the rules of sisterhood? Believe me, having four sisters of my own, I know them well.” Georgiana stared at her. “You must never hesitate to tell me how very unfashionable I look.”
“La, he is not so dull as we thought!” Lydia said loudly from across the room. Elizabeth jerked her hand back, trying to ignore Lydia and Kitty’s giggles.
“Now, girls!” said Mrs. Bennet, though she, too, was laughing.
“It is unwise and immoral,” intoned Mary, looking up from her book, “to laugh at indecency.”
