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

by Courtney Milan

Everyone thought she was cold until they needed her to be efficient.

The perfect storybook hero, if storybook heroes had ever been half-Chinese.

He’d told her how he felt; but somehow whenever he looked at her, his thoughts never came out as something sober and intellectual like I respect the things that matter to you. No. Instead, everything he felt got tied up and turned around into I genuflect to the sovereignty of your list.

His cooking had always been excellent, but the addition of spite to every recipe had brought an extra level of brilliance.

Please never kiss a man who doesn’t think you deserve his effort.”

and something that might have been an age spot, but was probably a beauty mark, on one cheek.

“You must know—I may not be serious about anything, but about you? I am.”

“Just nod, if you want in,” he had said.

“Chloe,” he said, “nod if you want me to help.”

I, of course, would never be so brazen as to plan my own seduction. But sometimes, fate makes a certain course of action possible.

I could only say that you make me feel like the home I want to live in.”

He had known that she was demanding; he had put it on his list. He hadn’t understood how this would translate in bed, not until he learned the way she told him what she needed. And he’d never known how lovely it was to give her what she so clearly wanted and to be rewarded with the tension in her shoulders, gathering, gathering, gathering…

“Jeremy, were you under the impression that nobody knew who you were?”

“There’s nothing terrible about being loved,”

“I think you’d love him as much as I do. He’s very funny, and he makes my load lighter.”

Don’t insult people in English. It’s not nice.”