From the Bookshelf of Fans of Eloisa James & Julia Quinn…

If only this were another life -- one in which he might impress her with his title or his own verbal wit.

He blinked and looked down at the notebook in his hand. The page had wrinkled beneath the clench of his fingers. He was in hiding, his title of no consequences under the circumstances, and he couldn't speak.
- p. 61

His mouth twisted wryly at himself. She was a lauded actress, vivacious, quick and pretty. Even when he'd been able to speak, most of his feminine company had been bought. He wasn't a comely man. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Yet she seemed happy that he'd returned, and that simple fact made his chest bloom with joy.
- p. 90

Just yesterday she'd had tea with the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. The Duke of Montgomery had aristocratic cheekbones, sapphire-blue eyes, and shining, golden hair -- and he'd moved her not at all.

Yet this ... beast before her, this man with his wild muddy-brown hair, his animallike [sic] shoulders, his big, knobby nose, his wide, crooked mouth and heavy brow. Him she found attractive.
- pp. 44-45