The Devil Is a Marquess (Rescued from Ruin, #4)

by Elisa Braden

“Nothing disturbs me more than waste. Waste of money. Waste of time. Waste of potential. You are the greatest waste I have ever seen.”

“There is nothing wrong with you. If you do not fit, perhaps it is England that is the problem.”

Your error is the same as all those other gentlemen. You are mistaking the wrapping for the gift.”

She had shattered him, fired the pieces, and forged a new man.

“Fairness is an illusion, love. Her reaction is rooted in sentiment, not reason.”

When our year together is over. As though it all meant precisely nothing. He had fallen through ice once. Playing at the edge of the River Fenn by himself, he’d thought the surface stable enough to hold him. It hadn’t been. He’d nearly drowned before pulling himself to the bank. The impact of her words was the same—solid earth cracking beneath his feet.

“One need not speak of the devil for him to appear, my dear. One need only wait, for he cannot resist the temptation to reveal himself and spoil a perfectly lovely evening.”

America was a dream. You are my heart.”