Lady Nilambari Reads HR > Recent Status Updates

“Why do you crave acclaim so much, Arthur?’ Dr Buckleby asked him one time.‘Why?’ Arthur stared back at him. ‘What else is there?’
‘What do you mean, young man?’
‘I have only this life.When it is done, I will look back and ask myself what I have achieved. I want to be able to give a satisfactory answer.”

“Gad, this was absurd! Why was he picturing Eleanor Weatherby carrying his heirs? In addition to being miles below him in station, she was an obdurate shrew!
Which is precisely what you need, Jasper—someone to clout you upside the head, verbally, if not physically, when you start acting like an overbearing arse.”

“Who will be taking the four of us in?”
“How should I know?” her father asked before taking a bite of toast.”

Wow! What a jackass!

“You are a danger to my heart.”
“No more than you are to mine.”
💕💕💕

“Since she’d joined their ranks, the previously prissy widows of town whispered now, within her hearing, that it was said he did not simply toss up one’s skirts and have his way, but devoted hours to worshiping his lover…
Winifred could stand to be worshipped.”

😂😂Who wouldn’t my dear?

“All he knew was this…He didn’t dare love her. For if he should love her, only to lose her…
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t stand it. Not again. Not ever again.”

Still?

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying.”
“What then, precisely, are you saying?”
“I will not touch you. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ever.”

Of course. A standard state of being for a widower who loved his sainted wife. As if the second wife has no identity. Urrrgh

When does the romance start? I am bored, I have work to do and I keep procrastinating because this book comes highly recommended!

“He wasn’t a great fancier of kisses, but someone like Elinor Harriman needed to be kissed, well and often.”

“Lyddie darling,” she said, crossing the room and taking a scone. “He’s a heartless, soulless libertine. I doubt there’s anything he’d refrain from doing, simply for moral principles. He has no moral principles.”
“Perhaps not. I suspect he’s not the villain he pretends to be. He likes the challenge, the power. Using force would be too clumsy for him—he’d consider it failure.”

“In the meantime, here he was, ready to sleep with the perfect virgin. He let out a soft laugh. Miss Harriman would hate that, making it all the more delightful. They would sleep together, albeit a chaste three feet apart, and it would annoy her for the rest of her life.”

“Francis Alistair St. Claire Dominic Charles Edward Rohan, Comte de Giverney, Viscount Rohan, Baron of Glencoe”

That’s a hybrid set of names and titles I’ve never heard before! French? English? Irish? Scottish? What are this guy’s origins?

“If she still believed in God she would pray, but she’d lost that particular comfort six years ago. Besides, Nanny and Lydia would be praying for them like mad—if there really was a god he’d certainly listen to the two of them. Lydia was too charming to ignore, and Nanny too fierce. Perhaps it was only Elinor he paid no attention to.”

“Archie’s once happy heart fell so low; he was surprised he couldn’t see it lying on the carpet at his feet.”

“How long, Ethan? How long have you been using and deceiving me?”

Bloody hypocrite, where she does she off making accusations, when not a single word out of her mouth has been the truth? Lies, lies and more lies.

“Her father had taught her one lesson: never trust a man. Her mother’s second husband had only reinforced that belief.”

“His rational self loathed these games, this mystery. He didn’t trust Diana. There were too many questions and not enough answers.”

I agree, Ashcroft, I agree.

“Anything in my library is yours for the taking, for whatever purpose,”

Cheeky!

“Decker had the effrontery to laugh. “Oh, Huntingdon, you dense shite. You cannot decide not to fall in love with someone. Love is not a choice. Love is a force. And at this moment, you have the distinct look of a man who is hopelessly, helplessly mired deep within its clutches. Whether you like it or not.”

“Because beneath it all, she could not shake the sensation that he was withholding from her, that there was more to be had, more to be felt. She was not fashioned of porcelain, and she would not break. No, indeed. She was Helena Davenport, and she had been made for this man.He only had to realize it.”

“There was something wrong with her, surely, to be seduced by the sight of a drunken husband who had avoided her all evening after announcing he was abandoning her in the morning and taking a train bound for Shropshire.She loved said drunken husband.That was what ailed her, she thought miserably.”

“Huntingdon was imperious and austere, but surely he had to realize he possessed no true sovereignty over her. He was neither her brother nor her father. And he most certainly was not her betrothed.If he had been, she would not be doing everything in her power to flee the entanglement. Instead, she would have prepared her trousseau and requested a hasty wedding.”

“You’re a dreamer, Georgina. But this between us—it isn’t a dream. It’s obsession. It’s raw. It’s gritty and demanding and needy. But wrong?” He shook his head. “I beg to differ.”

Huh! Didn’t think this guy would be the killer of the previous book mystery!

But, but what now? How? This asshole needs to die, like pronto. Come on a jack, kill him!

“Fine, then it is you that I don’t trust. You cannot stop them.” She lifted both her arms and slammed them into his forearms, breaking his hold on her and jumping a step backward. “And I am not doing this to you. I am not going to saddle you with me.”
“You don’t trust me?” The chill in his voice sent spikes along the back of her neck.
She shook her head.

Yeesh.

“Don’t get in her way?
A harsh chuckle erupted up from his chest.
That would be the first thing he would be tending to.”

“He shook her, trying to rattle sense into her. “You just said you were disposable and you are damn well not disposable, Willow. Do you understand me? Listen to me and listen well. You are not disposable. You are worthy of everything around you. Every smile and every laugh and every look of lust shining your way. Every touch. You are worthy of all of it.”

“What had been the start of an idyllic day in the countryside had quickly descended into the sort of hell he was accustomed to. A dead body. Two missing sisters. A wicked storm blowing in out of nowhere, with slashing rain, winds that broke branches over his head and lightning striking everywhere around him.”

Whoa, cue in the murder now!