The Viscount Who Loved Me (Bridgertons, #2)

by Julia Quinn

There was little less appealing than being decisively contradicted while one was trying to make a grand point.

(they are written by men, and thus inherently flawed),

Men are contrary creatures. Their heads and their hearts are never in agreement. And as women know all too well, their actions are usually governed by a different aspect altogether.

The bane of his existence. And the object of his desires.

She loved this man and he loved her and whether he knew it or not, they were going to grow very, very old together.