Scoundrel of My Heart (Once Upon a Dukedom, #1)

by Lorraine Heath

“No, I’m actually curious as to what you envision happens between a man and a woman that would be so lurid as to tarnish an otherwise pristine brain if pondered or mulled over.”

He didn’t know why he’d tormented himself by asking that particular favor of her. He should have asked for something simpler, something that would have brought him joy for more than three minutes—even if the memory of those three minutes might never fade.

Smile whenever you first glimpse sight of me. Laugh when I tell a joke, even if you don’t think it’s funny. Look at me as though I’m not an irritation. Welcome my company. Never again confine your hair with pins or ribbons.

he’d spent the afternoon being wise and was in the mood to be a bit reckless.

“Pay attention, sweetheart, and be astonished by my wisdom.”

“Lady Kathryn, are you spoken for?” “That’s a rather impertinent question.” “But it gets to the heart of things, does it not?”

“Lady Kathryn, be certain to put a note in your letter that you were the argumentative wench I met at the park, so I give your words a bit more weight.”

This is the moment I fell in love with Kingsland. Can’t wait to read his book.

“If a cad had tossed me over, all of London would have known about it because I would have shoved the scoundrel into the Thames.”

“Why, Lady Kathryn, did your mind just travel to naughty places?” “You blackguard, you knew it would. I daresay it’s the reason you gave it such a ridiculous name. Cock and hen club, indeed.”

Why had she never noticed how he moved like poetry?