The Viscount Who Loved Me (Bridgertons, #2)

by Julia Quinn

A man with charm is an entertaining thing, and a man with looks is, of course, a sight to behold, but a man with honor—ah, he is the one, dear reader, to which the young ladies should flock.

I desire you. I burn for you. I can’t sleep at night for wanting you. Even when I didn’t like you, I lusted for you. It’s the most maddening, beguiling, damnable thing, but there it is.

“You have to live each hour as if it’s your last,” she said, “and each day as if you were immortal.