Four young ladies enter London society with one necessary goal: they must use their feminine wit and wiles to find a husband. So they band together, and a daring husband-hunting scheme is born.
It Happened at the Ball...
Where beautiful but bold Lillian Bowman... read more
“I want to eat it!”Lillian Bowman
““I like a long bat,” Lillian argued, even as he adjusted her hands on the willow handle. “The longer the better, as a matter of fact.”A distant snicker from one of the stable boys caught her attention, and she glanced at him suspiciously before turning to face Westcliff. His face was expressionless, but there was a glitter of laughter in his eyes. “Why is that amusing?” she asked.“I have no idea,” Westcliff said blandly, and turned her toward the pitcher again.”Lillian and Lord Westcliff
“St. Vincent, if a man has time to bed a woman more than once a week, he clearly doesn’t have enough to do. There are any number of responsibilities that should keep you sufficiently occupied in lieu of…” Marcus paused, considering the exact phrase he wanted. “Sexual congress.” A pronounced silence greeted his words. Glancing at Shaw, Marcus noticed his brother-in-law’s sudden preoccupation with knocking just the right amount of ash from his cigar into a crystal dish, and he frowned. “You’re a busy man, Shaw, with business concerns on two continents. Obviously you agree with my statement.”Shaw smiled slightly. “My lord, since my ‘sexual congress’ is limited exclusively to my wife, who happens to be your sister, I believe I’ll have the good sense to keep my mouth shut.”St. Vincent smiled lazily. “It’s a shame for a thing like good sense to get in the way of an interesting conversation.” His gaze switched to Simon Hunt, who wore a slight frown. “Hunt, you may as well render your opinion”Lord Marcus Westcliff, Gideon Shaw, Simon Hunt and Viscount Vincent
“How often should a man make love to a woman? Is more than once a week a case for unpardonable gluttony?”Hunt threw Marcus a vaguely apologetic glance. “Much as I hesitate to agree with St. Vincent…””St. Vincent and Simon Hunt
““It was that blasted perfume of yours—as soon as he caught one whiff of it, he went berserk.”Shocked, Lillian tried to take in the information, her stomach plummeting. “It… it had an effect on West-cliff, then?” she managed to ask.“Good Lord, not Lord Westcliff.” Annabelle rubbed her weary eyes. “He couldn’t have cared less what I smelled like. It was my husband who went completely mad. After he caught the scent of that stuff, he dragged me up to our room and…well, suffice it to say, Mr. Hunt kept me awake all night. All night,” she repeated in sullen emphasis, and drank deeply of the tea.”Annabelle to Lillian and Daisy
“the next time you face a room full of strangers…you might tell yourself that some of them are just friends waiting to be found.”Highlighted by 36 Kindle customers
“There is nothing on earth more beautiful to me than your smile…no sound sweeter than your laughter…no pleasure greater than holding you in my arms. I realized today that I could never live without you, stubborn little hellion that you are. In this life and the next, you’re my only hope of happiness.Highlighted by 18 Kindle customers
A sad statement of a man’s life, that the world should have been so improved by his absence.”Highlighted by 17 Kindle customers
‘Secrecy is the first essential in affairs of the heart.’ ”Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
“I’m a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I’ve been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked.”Highlighted by 12 Kindle customers
“I’ve spent most of the day trying to stop him from killing people.”Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
I refuse to believe that we’re going to go through life without something magical happening.Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
“I’m not fond of anything,” Lillian said queasily, “that stares back at me just before I’m supposed to eat it.”Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
“She’s not a lunatic,” Daisy told her sister. “She’s a New Yorker.”Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
“I don’t peep, Livia. I either take a good look at something, or I don’t. Peeping is for children or deviants.”Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
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