To Sir Phillip, With Love (Bridgertons, #5)

by Julia Quinn

Miss Bridgerton was eight and twenty, however; quite obviously a spinster. And she’d been corresponding with a complete stranger for over a year; surely she was a little desperate?

“Here are your choices,” Anthony said, sitting behind Phillip’s desk as if he owned the place. “You can marry him in one week, or you can marry him in two.”

You will always be a Bridgerton, and we behave with honor and honesty, not because it is expected of us, but because that is what we are.”

“What did you want, Eloise?” “I’d hoped for a love match,”

He could turn the twins over to Eloise during the day, and . . . He smiled to himself. She could turn herself over to him at night.

I dislike this man more than I care to admit.

She sighed and slumped. She’d never felt so alone in all her life. Funny, that. Who’d have thought she’d have to go and get married—join her life for eternity with another person—in order to feel alone?