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375 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1995

Ruthless. Vicious. Fiendish.

"Interesting, indeed. The Bane and Blight of the Ballisters, Lord of Scoundrels himself. The greatest whore-monger in Christendom. A cocksure, clod-pated ingrate."
"The wickedest man who ever lived"
"A great hawk of a lummox. A spoiled, selfish, spiteful brute."
She nodded. "Don't leave out 'conceited clodpole.'"
"Say your prayers, Dain," She said.
His gaze lifted from the pistol to her glittering, furious eyes "jess," he whispered.
She pulled the trigger.
"Mr. Herriard, show him no mercy. If he wants blind obedience, he will not get it cheap. I shall expect a king's ransom in pin money. My own carriages and cattle. Ample portion to issue, female as well as male. Make him howl, Mr Herriard. If he does not roar and stomp about like an outraged elephant, you may be certain you are not demanding enough."
"Oh, well done, Dain," she cried as her lord's powerful right slammed into the duke's side. "That's what he wants. To the body, my dear. The oaf's head is thick as an anvil."
"Do carry on, monsieurs. And mademoiselles."
And out she went.

"If you think that I could not do it," she said tightly, "that I could not make you eat out of my hand, if that's what I wanted, I recommend you think again, Beelzebub."
"All in all, you got off easy," Dain said, after surveying the damage. "Lucky she hadn't a pistol on her, aren't you?
"Did you know that Shelley's first wife drowned herself in the Serpentine?"
"Is my first wife considering the same?" he asked, eyeing her uneasily.
"Certainly not, Genevieve says that killing oneself on account of a man is inexcusably gauche. I was merely making conversation."

"I only wish you might have seen the animate pile of filth I encountered at the Golden Hart Inn. If the thing had not spoken, I might have mistaken it for a moldering heap of refuse, and pitched it into the fire.


“You want to buy it, Miss Trent […] I strongly doubt your elders will approve of such a purchase. Or have English notions of propriety undergone a revolution while I’ve been away?”
“Oh, it isn’t for me,” she said. “It’s for my grandmother.”
“Women do not lie, my lord Dain,” came a faintly accented voice from the door. “It merely seems so because they exist in another reality.”

Damn the minx for tempting him, kissing him ... and then forcing him to salvage her reputation! Lord Dain can't wait to put the infuriating bluestocking in her place --- and in some amorous position, And if that means marriage, so be it! --- though Sebastian is less than certain he can continue to remain aloof ... and steel his heart to the sensuous, headstrong lady's considerable charms.

“I love these pet names," she said, gazing soulfully up into his eyes, "Nitwit. Sap skull. Termagant. How they make my heart flutter!”

“Jessica swallowed. "I think you had better stick to English."
"But Italian is so moving," Dain said.
"To ho voluto dal primo che ti vedi." I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you.
"Mi tormenti ancora." You've tormented me ever since.”




5 stars for the first half, 2 for the latter. Overall, 3.5 stars
“You'll want all your strength for the wedding night.”
“I cannot think why I should need strength,” she said, ignoring a host of spine-tingling images rising in her mind's eye. “All I have to do is lie there.”
“Naked,” he said grimly.
“Truly?” She shot him a glance from under her lashes. “Well, if I must, I must, for you have the advantage of experience in these matters. Still, I do wish you'd told me sooner. I should not have put the modiste to so much trouble about the negligee.”
“The what?”![]()
‘He pulled away the glove, and at the first glimpse of her fragile, white hand, all thoughts of negotiation fled. "I don't see how matters could become worse," he muttered. "I am already besotted with a needle-tongued, conceited, provoking ape leader of a lady."
Her head jerked up. "Besotted? You're nothing like it. Vengeful is more like it. Spiteful.”
‘Ti desideravo nelle mia braccia dal primo momento che ti vedi.’
‘I’ve wanted you in my arms since the moment I met you.’![]()
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And this time, the grown man asked, with the same despair a little boy had asked, decades ago: Why will You not help me?
This time, he felt as lost and helpless as that little boy had been, trying to understand why his Heavenly Father had made him wrong inside and out and wondering what prayer must be prayed, what penance must be paid, to make him right.

“I am not a pocket watch,” she said tightly. She told herself she ought not feel in the least surprised that the cocksure clod pole proposed to settle matters by making her his mistress. “I am a human being, and you will never own me, no matter what you pay. You may have destroyed my honor in the eyes of the world, but you will not destroy it in fact.”
“I wanted to lick you and kiss you and touch you… everywhere.” He kissed her forehead.“Everywhere it’s white. Everywhere it’s pink. Everywhere else.” He trailed his tongue over one sleek eyebrow. “That’s what I’m going to do now. And you must lie there. And take it.”
She held up her fan in front of his face, to display the masculine scribbling upon the sticks. “Look carefully,” she said. “Do you see ‘Beelzebub’ written there?”
“I’m not shortsighted,” he said, extracting the fan from her tense fingers. “You needn’t hold it so close. Ah, yes, is this the one?” He pointed to a stick. “Rouvier?”
“Yes,” she said, looking past him. “Here he comes.”
Dain turned. A Frenchman was warily approaching, his countenance pale. Dain fanned himself.
The man paused. Smiling, Dain pressed thumb and forefinger to the stick with “Rouvier” written on it. It snapped.
Rouvier went away.
The desultory plops of rain were building to a steady patter upon the trottoir. Droplets glistened on her hair and shimmered on her pink-washed cheeks. One drop skittered along the side of her nose and down to the corner of her mouth. “Damnation,” he said.
And then he didn’t care what he crushed or broke. He reached out and wrapped his monster hands about her waist and lifted her straight up until her wet, sulky face was even with his own.
And in the same heartbeat, before she could scream, he clamped his hard, dissolute mouth over hers.
The heavens opened up then, loosing a torrent

