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

by Mia Vincy

“I’m going to run away to Ireland!” she yelled. Cassandra followed after her. “Haven’t the Irish suffered enough?”

She must not say things like that. Bad enough that she had shown up here at all, as a real person. Even worse that she was attractive. If she proved likable also, that would be disastrous.

“I can’t see anyone going to war over you, but you’re not completely embarrassing.

Romantic

And Rachel must have been twenty-two when he first came to work in her father’s office. But she had been the boss’s daughter, and he was only fourteen then and too scared and angry to notice her, let alone imagine that, five years after he arrived, she’d marry him, and another five years after that, she’d be dead.

That age difference for the woman seems scandalous. Also grooming? Edit: they didn't enter into a relationship until he was 19 and were only married as friends so she could run her fathers business. That's slightly better, but I still think the author could have aged him up a bit.

“Tell me there aren’t more of you,” he said. “Does my house have an infestation of sisters?”

“The agreement was that I get married to you. It was not to be married to you.” “Unfortunately, one does tend to follow the other.” “We can be married at a distance,” he said. “Our marriage has been highly satisfactory so far.”

“This is a colonization, Das. That woman is colonizing my house. Do you know what that means?” “Years of bloodshed, oppression, and exploitation, perhaps?”

“Do I pay you to disapprove of me, Das?” “No, sir. I provide the disapproval for free.”

“Wives,” he said. “They disrupt everything. Never get one, Das.” “I already have one.” “You what? This a recent acquisition?” “We’ve been married nearly five years.”

Joshua rubbed his neck, aghast. His secretaries had seemed so sensible and reliable, when the whole time they’d been going around getting married behind his back.

“It’s not fair to laugh at me. You men cannot demand that women be innocent and then mock us for being exactly what you say you want.”

Mama has this pet goat called Guinevere, and the goat gets into the roses. Lucy got the goat out and, under the influence of brandy, she brought the goat inside so it wouldn’t attack the roses, and she tied a bonnet on its head.” “What for?” “So no one would know it was a goat. It was a cunning disguise.”

“How is your work today?” “Must you bore me with your polite small talk?” “Would you prefer that I bore you with rude, big talk?”

“In different circumstances, now would be the time when I confess my undying love, get down on my knees, and ask you to marry me. But I’m already on my knees and we’re already married.”

“You are very good at loving, but I am very hard to love.” “Loving you is the easiest thing in the world, and there is nothing I love like I love you.”