Portrait of a Scotsman (A League of Extraordinary Women, #3)

by Evie Dunmore

There was a suggestion of bliss in her surrender. Mr. Blackstone had accused her of finding tragedy enchanting. But perhaps every woman had known a moment when she felt as though she were drowning, and the only comfort was that there could be some beauty, some dignity, in that, too.

That’s why some women went mad and haunted the moors. Some hearts strove for the mellow pleasures of kind and steady things, and some beat for the heat of passion even when they knew they’d burn.

“I’ve known hunger,” he said. “And I have never been as starved as I am for you.”