The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels (Dangerous Damsels, #1)

by India Holton

He considered what he had seen of the woman who had stood so briefly in the shadows of the doorway, but he could not recall the exact color of the sash that waisted her soft white dress, nor whether it had

been pearls or stars in her hair, nor even how deeply winter dreamed in her lovely eyes. He held only a general impression of “beauty so rare and face so fair”—and implacability so terrifying in such a young woman.

The more honorable members had been forced to separate themselves from these degenerates by forming the Wisteria Society, a noble coterie of ladies who were virtuously open about their crimes.

But that’s enough history for today. Come and

learn how to kill someone with a teaspoon.”

It is violence that best overcomes hate, vengeance that most certainly heals injury, and a good cup of tea that soothes the most anguished soul”; thus ran the motto of the Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels.

No men sat at the table, having been left at home to mind the children, guard the treasure, or quite frankly just stay out of the way of women’s business.

One can be happy in eternal solitude:

a book, a cup of tea, and no company; that was Cecilia’s idea of heaven.

“A lady stays tranquil and poised under all circumstances. Instead of panicking, she squares her jaw, protects her heart, and ensures that she has enough ammunition to gun down everyone in her path.

“I’m not sure what astonishes me most,” Cecilia replied, “that we didn’t think of it, or that a man on his own actually asked for directions.”

“It was she who aided Morvath’s kidnapping of the Society. I never trusted her myself. What kind of person scrapes the icing off a bun before eating it?

Lol this is funny.

If only she could be a lesbian and yet still have a grand public wedding.

“I’m thinking of starting a Society of Gentlemen Scoundrels.” “You’re millennia too late. It already exists and

is called the patriarchy.”