A Nobleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel (The Doomsday Books, #2)

by K.J. Charles

“I’d recommend golds and greens.” “I’m sure I just said red. My mouth moved, and I distinctly heard sounds emerge.” “Yes, but you were guessing.”

THEYRE SO FUNNY

Lord Oxney was so obviously a man who gave people chances: there was a very kind heart under the thick muscle and temper. It made him staggeringly easy to manipulate. Luke made a silent vow that nobody else would be doing that while he was here.

Adorableeee

“Let me know what you want from me, and I’ll do my best to provide it.” He should probably not have said that, because Oxney’s eyes widened. Just a little flicker, just there, that sudden crackle of awareness at a second meaning.

Hehe

“You are a bone-idle, insolent, rag-mannered swine who knows nothing of hard work, and if you want to continue in this house you will keep your damned vicious mouth shut!”

Get it queen

Gareth had acquired an excellent pencil drawing of Joss, which he had framed and kept in his bedroom.

Yeaaasy

Instead he was kind, he was amusing, he cared for Luke’s well-being and his feelings, and thought of his wants, and appreciated his work, and stood up for him, and was in every respect the sort of man one could fall hopelessly in love with if one didn’t know how staggeringly stupid that would be.

shilly-shallying,

Definitely Adding to my daily vocab

God damn it, Doomsday, are you proposing to change your hand for me?” Luke knew he should find a secretarial way to reply, some mass of polite words. What he said was, “Yes.”

Swoooon

He was so bright, in every way. The hair, the intelligence, the vibrant force of personality. A bright spark in a dark house,

He wanted to touch, to stroke his hair and find out if it was as satin-smooth as he imagined; he wanted his name, not his title, on Doomsday’s lips. Curse it: he wanted his lips on those lips.

You got got

It would be wrong, and stupid, and there were more important things than fucking, although he was having difficulty remembering what they were.

Same

But the only say you get in who or how or when I fuck, my lord, is—” He still sounded calm, but his chin went up a fraction. “If it’s you fucking me.”

Luke got gameeeee

“You heard. Sack me, fuck me, or leave me be. Pick one.”

Goodlord

“If that’s how you do your rights, I can’t wait for wrongs.”

StAaaahppp

“As your friend, I don’t want to hurt you. As your employer, I don’t want to lose you. As the man whose bed you adorned last night, I’d very much like you back there, but not at the expense of the rest. So tell me what you want, and I will do my best to do right by you, which includes taking your ‘no’ with all the grace I can muster.”

I AM IN LOVE

And he was a magnificent lover, not because he was particularly skilled or experienced, but because he listened.

Damn right

“Giving you what you want is what I want. Hearing your desires and making them happen.

AGAINIM IN LOVEEEEEEEE

“Christ. My Doomsday. End of my world.” “Hold me,” Luke whispered. “Have me.”

I’m a puddle

“He’s that way, Luke. Aunt Sybil says he’s hard to love but it’s not true. What’s hard is making him see it when you do, because he’s already decided you don’t.”

“Last night, for one thing. ‘This won’t change anything’, indeed.” “It didn’t. Did it?” “No,” Rufus said. “Because I loved you before, and I wanted you before.

“This is dreadful. I only meant to seduce you so I could find the money and look what you did.” “What?” “Seduced me. You’ve got my balls and my spine and my heart and my soul in the palm of your hand, and I love you desperately. I wish I’d said weeks ago, I wish I’d told you—” “And instead you re-invented your handwriting to make my life a little easier. For God’s sake, stop talking.”