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

by K.J. Charles

Dark brown eyes that made a nice contrast to the shining hair, finger-thick near-black brows over them—as though a couple of caterpillars had found a resting place, Rufus thought unkindly—and a generous mouth.

Luke looks like Lee Pace and Rufus looks like Richard Armitage and I'm in 2 it

Doomsday took a healthy swig. “Thank you, my lord. May I ask something?” “Go on.” “Well, Mr. Conrad clearly feels there is something in Mr. Brightling’s story. And now you’re suggesting, if there is, that I, a smuggler’s bastard, will put you out of your place as earl.” He cocked his head. “Why are you so cheerful about that?” “Honestly? Spite.” “Oh.”

Relatable. I love Rufus.

Doomsday rubbed a hand over his face in a thoughtful manner that hid his mouth. It did not hide the malicious amusement that brimmed in his eyes, and Rufus looked at him and thought, This man likes trouble.

I got tingles ohoho

His build made up for that, though: broad-shouldered and very solid, with arms that looked like they were used to, or for, hard work, and powerful thighs made for riding. Luke certainly wouldn’t mind riding them, a thought he put firmly aside.

And here we go >:)

He wasn’t going to think about what might happen if Doomsday welcomed his advances, because he wasn’t going to make any. It would be wrong, and stupid, and there were more important things than fucking, although he was having difficulty remembering what they were.

This garbage trope again.

He wished he had someone to talk to, someone who knew his situation, who understood people, who would tell him he was being a fool. Unfortunately, only one person fit that bill.

Through this whole book, he doesn't talk to Gareth or Joss until the epilogue. He could have learned so much about Luke simply by visiting Sir Gareth's estate.

“You’ve already given me most of it,” Luke said. “Everything except Gareth, and he can look after himself. Truly, Rufus, the money stopped mattering a long time ago. I hate to sound like a bad Gothic romance, but I came to Stone Manor searching for treasure, and found—” “You sound exactly like a bad Gothic romance.”

“Well, in the long term,” Luke said. “He might take a day off, I suppose, here and there. If he had someone to take a day off with, and perhaps a bed worth taking it on.” “Is my bed worth taking it on?” “Considering how often I’ve taken it on your bed,” Luke began.