The Duke Who Didn't (Wedgeford Trials, #1)

by Courtney Milan

Was there anything in life more pleasurable than the sensation of striking a dark line through an item on one’s list with a pencil? Yes. There was the visceral sensation of taking out one’s pencil and striking a dark line through the last item on one’s daily list. Finishing a list had an almost talismanic quality, as if the act of turning intentions into words, then words into deeds, carried a subtle magic.

“It’s your decision. But please. Please never kiss a man who doesn’t think you deserve his effort.”

She was going to get her first kiss from an absolute jackass, and she didn’t even regret it.

In his defense, he’d been fourteen—an age that had described the number of brain cells he had as well as the number of years he’d spent on the earth.

Doesn’t that ‘just one room’ thing only happen in stories?”

she’d made a numbered plan to seduce him. It seemed excessive. She shouldn’t have needed to count past one.

you make me feel like the home I want to live in.”