How the Duke Was Won Quotes

“Some contend that one ounce of cocoa contains as much nourishment as one pound of beef. man could subsist on chocolate alone if he had to.”
― Lenora Bell, How the Duke Was Won

“Every time he looked at me I felt like I was standing in a tree-lined avenue, and the branches had interlaced into a canopy above me, surrounding me. It was the kind of green that told the sun what color to be as it filtered through the leaves.” “Oh,”
― Lenora Bell, How the Duke Was Won

“You know I have to marry.” James attempted a blasé shrug of his shoulders. “May as well be tomorrow.” “You don’t fool me, you know.” Nick tore apart a roll and slathered it with butter. “Leave it to you to do something as disreputable as fall in love with your own wife.”
― Lenora Bell, How the Duke Was Won

“Please God, no more nipples, he prayed. He wouldn’t be responsible for the consequences.”
― Lenora Bell, How the Duke Was Won

“Please God, no more nipples, he prayed.”
― Lenora Bell, How the Duke Was Won

“She capsized my rowboat searching for some rare bird she saw in the trees,” James said. “Then she caught her skirts on a rock and nearly drowned, and I had to cut her loose with my knife.” Dalton grinned widely. “Splendid. At this rate I’ll win the wager before sundown.” “What? Are you mad?” “I’ll even increase the stakes. Five hundred pounds.” “You are mad.” James dropped into a chair. “You see what she did to my cuffs?” He held up his muddied sleeves. “And just look at my boots.” “Since when do you care? Always been unfashionably rough-clad.” “Yes, but the boots are only the start. Imagine what she would do to my heart.”
― Lenora Bell, How the Duke Was Won

“The duke’s soaked buckskin breeches clung to his physique, outlining every well-defined muscle in his posterior and thighs. Heat flooded Charlene’s cheeks, keeping her warm despite the cold, wet gown. He was a front-page scandal, the picture of sin itself. His Disgrace, in skintight breeches and transparent linen, leading his flock of debutantes into the woods.”
― Lenora Bell, How the Duke Was Won

“But it wasn’t Miss Tombs’s dimples that plagued him. He kept revisiting that oddly perfect moment as he drowned in Lady Dorothea’s stormy gaze. The moment right before she tumbled him arse over elbow. Get a hold of yourself.”
― Lenora Bell, How the Duke Was Won

“Before he disappeared toward the back servant’s entrance, he winked again, and this time the countess caught him. “Well,” exclaimed Lady Desmond. “Such impudence. I shall certainly have a private word with the duke about that footman.” “I would like to have a private word with that footman,” Manon whispered from behind Charlene. “I heard that, Blanchard!” said the countess.”
― Lenora Bell, How the Duke Was Won