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“Come again?" He turned and looked at her from under his hat.

"You called me madam." Her cheeks turned pink from more than the sun. "But I’m not married."

To her immense surprise, the American finally raised his hat and smiled, hitting her with green, green eyes and a beautiful flash of white teeth against his dark beard.

She heated unexpectedly, grappling with a surge of instantaneous recognition. This was it. The face of every man she’d ever read about that made her heart skip— princes and pirates and heroes, both dashing and dastardly. She hadn’t realized until she turned into a human candlewick: that’s what they all looked like.

"Well, thank you very much, Miss."

"What… are you thanking me for?" Her voice sounded strange to her ears.

He tipped his hat. "The first good news I’ve had since I arrived in London.”
― Erin Langston, The Finest Print

“The point is, darling, that you can be as difficult as you please and still fall victim to love.”
― Rebecca Connolly, The Rules of Matchmaking

“His act was so transparent, his character so fundamentally hollow, that it should have been an affront to the court, a place that was venerated and inviolable to me.”
― Jessica Knoll, Bright Young Women

“Fatigue was the enemy of a woman’s sensibilities and sanity, and that was exactly what she was experiencing. An excess of silliness because she was lacking in proper rest.”
― Rebecca Connolly, The Rules of Matchmaking