A Beastly Kind of Earl (Longhope Abbey, #1)

by Mia Vincy

Indeed, an earl would make quite a useful pet, but all things considered, she’d rather have a cat.

Yet for all that he was an earl—and therefore, by definition, a villain—he was also a man who had suffered.

“I do not need to be an expert to share my expertise.” “Fair point. Ignorance has never stopped anyone from talking knowledgeably about a subject.”

“Allow me to confirm that I have understood correctly,” she said, her puzzlement overriding her nerves. “Here is this gorgeous, magnificent flower, and some man—who for unknown reasons is put in charge of naming it—he looks at this gorgeous, magnificent flower and he says, ‘By George, that looks like my bollocks.’ And then he says, ‘You know what the world needs now? The world needs more things named after my bollocks.’ So he names this gorgeous, magnificent flower after his bollocks, and all the other men look at it and say, ‘How excellent, it is named after our bollocks.’”

“Just because I made it up doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

“I hate him. The Honorable Mr. Percival Russell.” She slid a sideways glance at the bishop. “I know it’s wrong to hate someone.” “Eh,” he said, in a tone that suggested otherwise. “Aren’t we supposed to love everyone?” “We’re supposed to, but…” He shrugged. “Some people are such vile snots.”