Isabel and the Rogue (The Luna Sisters #2)

by Liana De la Rosa

For the bookworms. The wallflowers. The quiet ones…who roar so loudly.

“I suppose it’s natural for people to believe their home is the center of the world because it is the center of their world. I find it refreshing to be reminded that the world is much vaster than my experience on any given day.”

“No, you’re not. You know I hold little affection or patience for most people I meet, especially when they’re idiots.” Gabby sighed.

“I miss hearing Spanish all around me.” Isabel exhaled loudly. “I become homesick when I think about it.” “Me, too, actually.” Gabby’s expression turned wistful. “I also crave the warm weather, the delicious food—are the British afraid of seasoning? Everything they cook is so bland.”

“Why would you think that? Why should I care about the opinions of people who think I’m beneath them because my skin is darker than theirs? People who think our country deserves to be invaded for no other reason than we’re different from them?”

“I assure you, Isa dear,” Gabby said, patting her hand, “that however critical you may think I am of others, I am doubly critical of myself.”

Looping her arm around Gabby’s shoulders, Isabel pulled her close to her side. “That’s merely because you have high standards, for yourself and others.”

Gabby grinned, her hazel eyes sparking with glee. “My, Whitfield, I’m touched by the comparison. Can you imagine how incredible it would be to have the power to turn men into stone?” Whitfield smirked. “I suspect half the ton would be statues by now.” Gabby flicked her fingers. “Oh, more than a half. And you, Your Grace, would have been my first victim.”

The banter!

“I know why.” Lupe poked her head into the room, a large smile on her round face. “Porque el capitán es muy guapo.” Ay, was he ever. He was also observant. Intuitive.

Lupe knows what is up

“But you’re not a specter.” Sirius stepped in front of her and grasped her shoulders. “You’re dazzling. Your sisters shine…but Isabel, you’re the entire night sky.”

“Can you be quiet for me?” “Yes,” she breathed, without hesitation. Isabel would be so good for him. “Good girl,” he said, his voice like smooth black coffee. Taking hold of her hem, Sirius lifted the bulk of her skirts until Isabel felt the cool air on her bare legs. Tucking the taffeta around her waist, he met her gaze. “And good girls get rewarded.”

Isabel blurted out, “Why do you call me sunshine?” Sirius lifted his head and sat back on his haunches, a small frown on his lips. “Because everything seems brighter when you’re there.”

her. He simply stared down at her with his midnight eyes, until he opened his mouth and recited slowly, in halted Spanish, Acá en el alma te vía, acá en el alma te hablaba.

White man has moves