The Day of the Duchess (Scandal & Scoundrel, #3)

by Sarah MacLean

The kind of eyes that might steal a woman’s wits if she wasn’t careful.

Let him come for her. She, too, had teeth.

“The bastards who spout shit about it being better to have loved and lost have either never loved or never lost.”

“Get your hands off my wife.”

“I do so like it when a man tells me about myself. It’s positively aphrodisiacal.”

What if she kissed that smile? Could she catch it? Keep it for herself, for all the moments she was alone and wished she could remember it?