A Scot in the Dark (Scandal & Scoundrel #2)

by Sarah MacLean

Younger sisters were clearly a punishment for ill deeds in former lives. And current ones.

Damn Settlesworth and his copious letter writing.

Englishwomen were supposed to be meek and biddable. No one had told Lillian Hargrove such a thing, apparently.

He leaned in, and when he spoke, the words were low and graveled with Scots burr, sending a shiver of something unnamable down her spine. “I will find you, lass. Always.”

She would not be unsettled by him. Instead, she would find herself a gown, and she would do the unsettling.

“You do not let them win. Not ever. There is nothing in the world they like more than tearing a woman down for having too much courage. And there is nothing in the world that makes them angrier than not being able to break her.”

“Because all men are addlepated imbeciles who deserve to be strung up by their thumbs in St. James Park and set upon by bees.” Lily blinked. “That’s terribly creative.” Sesily smirked. “I may fantasize now and then.” They laughed together,

“It is a great fallacy, you know. The idea that first is most meaningful. That second is. That any that follow are. That the circumstances of those early encounters somehow mean more than the one we choose forever. It is the lie the world tells us, but you have taught me to know better.”