Lord of Scoundrels

by Loretta Chase

“By gad—do you mean to say I am as important a possession as your cattle?” She pressed her hand to her heart. “Oh, Dain, you are too devastatingly romantic. I am altogether overcome.”

Omg I love her

“Dainty,” he said, gazing up at the ceiling. “Dainty Lady Dain. She tastes like rain. She is a great pain. In the arse. Ma com’ è bella. Molto bella. Very beautiful…pain…in the arse.”

Drunken poetry composed in one’s honor is a high compliment 🤣