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388 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 8, 2018

“You’re not my wife,” he said. “We just happen to be married to each other.”While two years of estrangement have passed during which impersonal letters delivered through a secretary have been their only form of exchange, Cassandra and Joshua now find themselves face to face for the first time again after the hasty wedding neither of them wanted was celebrated to secure her inheritance. Forced to live under the same London roof until Cassandra can sponsor her younger sister’s debut, having to come to terms with their renewed husband and wife status is not going to be an easy journey, but maybe the growing desire and affection could prove to be too strong to ignore before they both go back to their respective previous lives...
“They recoil because he is an industrialist, but receive him because his investments make them rich… meanwhile he goes where he pleases, says what he pleases and no one dares get in his way.”
“You’re meant to be in Warwickshire,” he said.
“You’re meant to be in Liverpool.”
“I did not give you permission to come to London.”
“I did not ask your permission.”
“You should… Let me explain, Mrs. DeWitt, how marriage works.”
“Oh, please do, Mr. DeWitt, I’m all agog.”
“I am the husband, so I make the rules to suit me.”
“And I am the wife, so I change the rules to suit me.”
“You seem puzzled,” said his disruptive wife, as they reached the gate. “Have I said something to puzzle you?”
“Most of what you say puzzles me. It’s almost as though you have a mind of your own.”
“Please don’t vex yourself. I’ll try not to use it too often.”
“What happened to you last night?” she said. “It looks like someone punched you in the face.”
“Someone did.”
“Does that happen often?”
“Not very.”
“Oh.”
She took a knife and quartered her pear.
“Is that it?” he said
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“That’s all you have to say? ‘Oh.’” She looked at him blankly. “Where’s the love and sympathy, wife? You aren’t wondering what happened? You aren’t wondering if I’m in pain? You aren’t wondering if your dear husband will be all right?”
“Mainly I’m wondering why you don’t get punched in the face more often.”
“You clean up nicely,” she said.
“I aim to please.”
“You do nothing of the sort.”
“You two make an adorable couple,” the duke said. The man snorted. “Spare me your matchmaking. I’m already married.”
“As am I,” Cassandra said automatically [...]
“I realize you are both married.” The duke looked from one to the other. “But do you realize you are married to each other?”
I was laughing so hard at that. I mean how funny is it that you meet your wife/husband in a park by coincidence and have no clue who is standing right in front of you.
“Joshua. Restrain yourself, please.”
She was delightful when she became stern and he could be absurd. [...] “What? You said I must not call him a goat. You never said I couldn’t call him a dog.” “Please refrain from likening him to any animals.” Mischief glinted in her eyes. “A man of your talents can find much better names.” “I did not wish to upset your delicate ears.” “Oh, now you’re concerned about my delicate ears.”
[Joshua and Cassandra talking about her unruly sister]
“I’ve a ship leaving for New York tomorrow,” he said quietly. “We can put Lucy on it, if you’d like.” [...] “Britain’s last war with the Americans ended only recently. Send her there and we’ll start another one.”




“You seem puzzled,” said his disruptive wife, as they reached the gate. “Have I said something to puzzle you?” “Most of what you say puzzles me. It’s almost as though you have a mind of your own.” “Please don’t vex yourself. I’ll try not to use it too often.”
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“Mrs. DeWitt,” he said. “You will leave here tomorrow.” “I am willing to do whatever you ask, Mr. DeWitt.” “Good.” “So long as you do not ask anything that I am not willing to do.”
“Mr. DeWitt never drinks,” Mr. Newell chimed in, and Cassandra started, for she had quite forgotten he was there.Now, I never do quotes as long as these. But there are reasons for it: a) the pure fun watching them dual, b) showcasing their – supposedly - diametrically personalities, and c) the secondary characters that are not simply there to prop he main protagonists up but breathe life into them.
Mr. DeWitt whipped his head around and scowled at the secretary, then he returned his attention to his coffee and took a hefty swallow. “Newell, you’re fired.”
“Yes, sir.” Mr. Newell popped a forkful of ham into his mouth.
“Mr. Newell, you are not fired,” Cassandra said. “You can’t fire him. He’s my secretary.”
“I hired him as Secretary In Charge Of Matrimonial Affairs. That makes him mine.”
“And I am the Matrimonial Affair, which makes him mine.”
“That is specious logic. I refuse to entertain specious logic at the breakfast table.” He waved his arms again, the footman by the wall watching the trajectory of the coffee cup nervously. “His job is to deal with you and your affairs, so I don’t have to. He failed, because look, here we are.”
“Which is your fault for changing your schedule.”
“Which wouldn’t have mattered if you hadn’t disobeyed me.”
“Which I wouldn’t have done if you had been reasonable.”
“I am always reasonable.”
[…]
“We cannot possibly communicate with each other directly.”
It seemed that Mr. DeWitt took this as a challenge.
[…]
“Newell,” he said, not taking his eyes off her. “Tell my wife to go home.”
Cassandra mirrored his pose. “Mr. Newell. Tell my husband that I mean to stay until I have satisfactorily arranged my sister’s entry into society.”
He leaned in closer, so she could see the thick lashes framing his eyes. “Newell, tell my wife that her sister can have a fat dowry, and then pack some desperate gentlemen off to Warwickshire to fight over her.”
She leaned in further too. “Mr. Newell, tell my husband that not every problem can be solved with money and secretaries.”
“Newell, tell my wife that I will not tolerate this pigheadedness.”
“Mr. Newell, tell my husband that the only pigheaded one here is he.”
“And Newell—” Mr. DeWitt stopped, frowned, and turned his head, giving her his strong, scruffy profile. “Where the blazes has he got to?”
“But Mr. Isaac is your brother.”Again, two things are noteworthy: a) Mr. Das is his own person and doesn’t feel obliged to please Joshua, and b) the quote doesn’t show it, but Joshua goes through a moment of existential crisis. His past, his present and the void of his future.
Joshua glared at his secretary, who didn’t flinch. “Do I detect a tone of disapproval, Das?”
“Yes, sir.”
Do I pay you to disapprove of me, Das?”
“No, sir. I provide the disapproval for free.”
“Remind me to bloody thank you some time.”
Hooked from the first page. Eager to read the other serials.
“That’s what hearts do,” she said. “They break. Hearts love and hearts break and then they heal. Every hour, every day, we love and hurt and heal.”
"My whole life was a simple five-note tune and he has turned it into a symphony."WOW! I thoroughly enjoyed this one. It makes me want to say something pretentious like 'Mia Vincy is a wonderfully fresh voice in historical fiction.' Lol.
Their marriage was not what either of them wanted but it was what they had.When it becomes obvious that Cassandra's headstrong sister can't continue to languish in the country, Cassandra defies her husband and goes to London in the hopes of convincing her grandmother to see her sister through her first season.
"I am the husband, so I make the rules."These two complete strangers met each other head-on in a wonderful battle of wills.
"And I am the wife, so I change the rules to suit me."
"I don't find you repulsive," he said.Mia Vincy created two incredibly vibrant main characters, neither of whom had any idea of how to deal with the other, but both with their own agendas backed up by their stubborn determination and personal demons.
"Splendid. Then you won't be averse to catching me when I swoon over your compliments."
It was as though there were two version of him - one wicked and playful, the other gentle and caring - and the speed with which he switched between them made her head spin.And Joshua thought the same of Cassandra.
Her sense of injustice, her lack of power, her subtle strength of character - he imagined them wrestling with each other like drunks in a brawl, wreaking havoc inside her, with only her politeness to keep them locked in.They spend the story learning who they are married to.
"Unlike you, I do not need everyone to like me. I have some pride."Pushing at each other, poking and prodding.
"Some of us haven't the luxury of pride."
He had only meant to tease her a little, and now he was the one tormented.Until they both have to face some hard truths about themselves and the world around them.
He felt helpless, indecisive, unsure. He did not recognize this version of himself.Theirs was an incredibly satisfying journey to take.
He could not ask her, because some things he did not want to know.The relationship between Cassandra and Joshua was mostly pushed forward by miscommunication . . . which was understandable in their situation, but it went on for too long.
He did not tell her how beautiful she was, or how he longed to bask in her joy, or how the world was lovelier with her in it.But that quote is incredible, isn't it? Mia Vincy is set to become a powerhouse in historical romance. I'll absolutely read more by her in the future!