Rose Canteiro

“All of us are mad in some way,” Ian said. “I have a memory that won’t let go of details. Hart is obsessed with politics and money. Cameron is a genius with horses, and Mac paints like a god. You find out details on your cases that others miss. You are obsessed with justice and getting everything you think is coming to you. We all have our madness. Mine is just the most obvious.”
― Jennifer Ashley, The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie

“He sat docilely, letting her do as she would. The rag turned out to be the remains of his shirt, now entirely ruined, and she wondered if he had another. Maybe he’d have to go naked from the waist up, except for his waistcoat, as he labored about the garden. That would be a distracting sight: his huge arms flexing as he wielded a shovel or his savage hooked knife. She fancied she could charge ladies a shilling to come sit by the theater and sip tea as they watched him work—and wasn’t that a silly idea?”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Darling Beast

“Ian closed his eyes. Beth watched emotions flicker across his face, the uncertainty, the stubbornness, the raw pain he’d lived with for so long. He didn’t always know how to express his emotions, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel them deeply.”
― Jennifer Ashley, The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie

“I’m not ashamed to admit I partake in an unhealthy amount of gawking when the man transfers about. Whether or not he’s naked, the effect is no different. I morph into a drooling, Cale-obsessed fangirl. Giddy squeals. Hopeless sighs. It’s pathetic, really. And, actually, clothing seems to do nothing but exacerbate the problem. Because the way his muscles bunch under crisp, clean cotton…”
― Annie Arcane, Hart of Mine