The Sugared Game (The Will Darling Adventures, #2)

by K.J. Charles

It’s ridiculous to squeeze women my shape into styles that don’t suit, and I shan’t follow some absurd grapes-and-water diet to whittle myself down to a stick. You need to dress for your own body, not pretend you’ve someone else’s, don’t you think?”

“The best defence is a good offence,” Kim said. “And I am nothing if not offensive.

I could only think of how the French had guillotined their king and created a vacancy for an emperor.” Well, yes, Will thought. Obviously whoever came out on top of any society would be a power-hungry arsehole: that was how the world worked.

“If what you believe in goes wrong, either you let go the belief, or you believe even harder.”

“Tea?” he said, because the kettle was on and he was furious but not a monster. “God, yes.”

He flicked through for anything readable. There was an entire page of guff about parties people were going to. Did ordinary people really pay money to read about events they’d never be invited to?

Homes with names. He resented that to an irrational degree. Numbers were good enough for most people, or descriptive names like Bluebell Cottage or what-have-you, but of course the posh lot needed houses with their own identity, ones so big they were marked on maps. Wankers.