A Wicked Kind of Husband (Longhope Abbey, #1)

by Mia Vincy

“Let me explain, Mrs. DeWitt, how marriage works.” “Oh, please do, Mr. DeWitt, I’m all agog.” “I am the husband, so I make the rules to suit me.” “And I am the wife, so I change the rules to suit me.”

He was not a man who tolerated disaster. He was a man who punched disaster on the nose, then checked its pockets for coins and bonbons.

Joshua glared at his secretary, who didn’t flinch. “Do I detect a tone of disapproval, Das?” “Yes, sir.” “Do I pay you to disapprove of me, Das?” “No, sir. I provide the disapproval for free.” “Remind me to bloody thank you some time.”

“Where’s the love and sympathy, wife? You aren’t wondering what happened? You aren’t wondering if I’m in pain? You aren’t wondering if your dear husband will be all right?” “Mainly I’m wondering why you don’t get punched in the face more often.”

“Nutcracker!” Isaac scoffed. “Can’t you crack it with your bare hands?” “Is that what you do in the Navy? Crack nuts?” “I thought you didn’t want the details.”

“Hardbury has bought me a publishing house. He says I must not use it for mischief, but it is so tempting to fill volumes with arrant nonsense and see how much people believe.” She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “I don’t see why that’s wrong. Men have been doing that for centuries, the only difference being that they won’t acknowledge that it’s nonsense.”