Puck and Prejudice

by Lia Riley

Henry, please find me a wealthy husband, but could you be a dear and ensure he has advanced consumption?

“Witch what?” She gaped with utter confusion. “Get ahold of yourself. This isn’t the sixteen hundreds. Now if you don’t mind, I’m trying to come up with a plan. But if you keep interrupting me, I might be tempted to source an axe instead and become quite Henry the Eighth.”

If you’re a history girlie this book is for you it’s so funny

she wasn’t sure if she should swoon or strangle him. Possibly both.

He was in 1812? What the fuck.

you trust yourself, and that takes a special kind of strength.”

“Your face is an open book.” “Or perhaps you’re my ideal reader.”

“All I do is want you. I’m your husband, Lizzy. And I’m at your mercy. So don’t tell me what you can’t do. Tell me what you want, right now, because I’ll give it to you.”

Their gazes locked. Despite the cold rain, she burned.

“We are going to have intimate marriage relations. If we do not, I will die not only a widow but also unknowledgeable. And that . . .” Tuck reached forward to grab her as she half slid off the bench. “That is a tragedy for my muff, and my muff is not a tragedy, do you understand?”

Like Lizzy girl get it together you are so down bad

the thought of you leaving, it’s suffocating.”

“So rather than me asking for what I think I want, why don’t you give me what you believe I need?”

“I want to live so many versions of my life. But I can only have one. And I need to choose me. This is my world.

“You are the first person who has ever seen me, all of my parts, the good and bad, and didn’t turn away or ask me to be someone else. You have taught me what it truly means to open one’s heart to another. It’s a lesson I never fully grasped until now. Even though you are bound for a place so distant, where I will cease to exist, I know there will always be a part of you within me. And I dearly hope that I will remain with you as well.”

All the very best love stories end tragically.

never pushed you to come with me for a simple reason—and it had nothing to do with me not wanting you. It’s that I want you to always get to choose your path. Your future. Your destiny.

I’ll always want you, Lizzy. That’s never going to stop. You’re it for me. And if the time we had together is all I ever get? Then I’ll count myself luckier than most. But our marriage? It’s as real as anything to me. And I’m always going to be yours.

You’re haunting the room like a ghost.” “I feel rather like one,”

I love you. Lizzy, I love you. As long as I live . . . I’m going to love you and only you. I love you so much that I’ve tried to invent new ways to say it, but always circle back to those three perfect words.

“Eternity, huh? Is that all?” He touched his lips to hers, a sweet, soft kiss, one of many more that would come tonight. “Doesn’t seem long enough, but I guess it’s as good a place to start as any.”