Others resemble pigs, with pillowy cheeks and small eyes. Simon Darby turned into a Cossack. His eyes took on a slanted look. High cheekbones that spoke of generations of Darbys turned formidable, angular, and altogether foreign.
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She has a passion for London, and will be easily satisfied by living there and riding in the Row a few times a week. In other words, in the presence of a man? We women are, by necessity, quite familiar with the concept of the marriage market.
Darby — more affordable. And it made sense that she thought he needed to marry an heiress. He finished his Madeira. Lucy is merely young. But I think she was quite taken with your symmetry.
The wine was set down before him and he took a sip, rolled it like potent fire on his tongue. Since she was bold in her speech, she presumably would not be shocked by the same bluntness. Frederick does have dreadful taste in waistcoasts, does he not? You see, he fancies himself the next Lord Byron. You are far more symmetrical than is Lucy Aiken, for all her thousands.
Your hair is truly out of the ordinary, and yet here you are, in a rural backwater. It was tiny, dwarfed by his own. In the back of his mind he realized that his heart was pounding, a ridiculous response to nothing more than a beautiful face and a fringe of black lashes.
She swallowed. Her throat rippled. God, she even had a lovely throat. She took a drink from her glass of champagne, looking at the bubbles rather than at him. Her eyes were a navy blue color and perfectly set apart. She was like the most gorgeous mathematical theorem he had ever seen: devastatingly simple on the outside and fascinatingly complicated on the inside.
What the devil was he supposed to say to that? He had never heard a gentlewoman discuss her plumbing in company. Her eyes were still on his face, and they had that slightly mocking edge in them again. She drew her hand away. She finished her champagne and put it down with a little click.
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Fool for Love
Others resemble pigs, with pillowy cheeks and small eyes. Simon Darby turned into a Cossack. His eyes took on a slanted look. High cheekbones that spoke of generations of Darbys turned formidable, angular, and altogether foreign. The last time the Honorable Gerard Bunge himself could remember being so enraged was when his doctor informed him that he had caught the pox.
Fool For Love
Once again, for those who do not know me, I have different standards for different genres. Historical Romance, having a special place in my heart, since it was the genre with which I learned to read as a child my grandma always had some dramatic HR with a boudoir cover art on her nightstand and those were my first valiant attempts to figure out the scribbles on the pages: , is usually the genre I cut most slack to authors, followed by UF. The reason why is that we read those for the tried and true formulas, which give us the good feels at the end and we can go on dealing with the daily grind with a little bit lighter heart. Eloisa James has so much talent, it is scary!
Fool for Love (Duchess Quartet Series #2)