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361 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 29, 2020
“It is you…you who saw me… Since that first night you climbed up into my room, I can forever feel your gaze upon me. You saw.”
“For the right gentlemen, I would happily relinquish my independence - for he would not cage me, would he? He would want to see me fly. And if I should overreach in my recklessness, the right man would catch me.”
“Lady Maryann is the woman I love with every fucking emotion in my soul. Can you comprehend, you fool, what I will do to you should you harm a hair on her head?”
“It is you…you who saw me… Since that first night you climbed up into my room, I can forever feel your gaze upon me. You saw.”
“My heart is laid upon the ground. Please do not step on it,”
“But tonight, when she smiled up at him, Nicolas felt like he was given the key to a secret kingdom—he only had to reach for her and everything he’d never known was missing from his life revealed itself. Through Maryann.”
“If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, do we not revenge?”
Maryann stared at him, the dichotomy of such aching wants and fear freezing her in place.
The ghost of Arianna whispered to Nicolas then as a line from the letter she had left behind, which was seared onto his memory, rose to the forefront.
The second time he spun her away and she twirled twice, sliding her feet across the parquet floor in the intricate and sensual moves to come back to him, this time he kissed her mouth.
He hoped he masked his admiration and so had delivered his cutting remark.
David had been shot, and himself lay on the floor bleeding.
Very slowly, the dancing shadows reached across the space between them and cupped her face.
She was scandalized and a little bit frightened by the primal sensations stirring violently to life. Violent delights have violent ends…
The memory of falling from the trellis into the marquess’s arms flowered through her.
One particularly caught his attention, and a dark satisfaction flowered through his gut.
Their dance blossomed into something sultry and decadent and so very naughty.
The stag with the lily in its mouth was the most brutal, for it was that one who taught me that fear and pain lie in a touch. A soothing caress on my forehead transforms to a savage squeeze of the jaw. The duality of tenderness and savagery will be impossible to erase from my heart, for I never dreamed they could belong to one.
The dragon wings spread wide, a rose of coronet upon its head…how merciless this dragon was, tempting me with chances of escape only to catch me again when I tasted freedom. The wolf…he was all of them, cruel, brutal, unholy, and savage, yet he was more, for in him once I found love. My tears are like endless rainfall.
❝How positively astonishing. I do not believe you are afraid,❞ he murmured provocatively.
❝Is that what you expected? Hysteria?❞
❝At least a swoon and a mild attack of vapors,❞ he said with a soft yet icy bite. ❝But here I am facing a raccoon instead of a timid mouse.❞
• Nicolas calling Maryann a raccoon — swoon.
• Maryann and Nicolas playing cards — swoon.
• Nicolas threatening to kill other men on Maryann's behalf (but in the most gentlemanly way possible) — swoon.
• Nicolas going down on Maryann in a conservatory — double swoon.
• Nicolas falling asleep in Maryann's bed while she reads to him — swoon.
• Nicolas touching Maryann without a glove on — triple swoon.
• Nicolas being a true feminist king in eighteen-something-or-other — confused swoon.
• Maryann choosing to dance the waltz with Nicolas in front of the ton — happy sigh (and swoon).
❝You are not what I expected.❞
❝Oh, what did you anticipate?❞
❝A mouse. But instead I found a lioness.❞
❝Ah, so sneaking into my rooms was really because you missed my company.❞
His eyes darkened. ❝I am beginning to suspect myself. How astonishing, hmm? The rake and the wallflower.❞
— not him causally saying he missed her ✋😭
❝How long have you been awake?❞
❝Since I last saw you.❞
❝I will allow you three hours of sleep.❞
Now he faltered into stillness. ❝Here?❞
❝Yes.❞
❝Living dangerously, I see,❞ he drawled teasingly but tumbled into the bed. ❝I might need a bedtime story.❞ The marquess patted the mattress beside him. ❝I will not object if you wish to sleep as well.❞
❝I wanted no past between us when I take you.❞ Her entire body vibrated with the awareness of him.
❝Take me?❞
❝Yes.❞
❝Take me where?❞
Silence…such wicked silence. ❝The instant I touch you, you’ll know.❞
❝For the right gentleman, I would happily relinquish my independence—for he would not cage me, would he? He would want to see me fly. And if I should overreach in my recklessness, the right man would catch me.❞
❝❛If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, do we not revenge?❜❞
— not my immature ass thinking of Inigo Montoya every time someone mentioned revenge 🙈
That being said, my main requirement for a revenge storyline is investment. I need to be invested in the motive behind the revenge, and sadly … I just wasn't.
— cue me hiding in the corner like 🥸
Nicolas: ❝If they prick us, do we not bleed? If they wrong us, do we not revenge?❞
Me: u got this, boo 👏😌
Random Person: hey Stacy, you gonna end HWM with a bang?
Stacy Reid: *takes that shit to heart* game on, bitches.
❝Lady Maryann is the woman I love with every fucking emotion in my soul. Can you comprehend, you fool, what I will do to you should you harm a hair on her head?❞
— that said, i still swooned when he threatened said gunman 🤷♀️
❝I shall return home in a few hours. If it will relieve your worry, I do not intend to walk up to his home and knock. I will break in very discreetly.❞
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She paused. ❝No.❞
❝We must cover your hair. It is incredibly unique.❞
She laughed softly. ❝You are the only person who does not think my hair brown.❞
— ngl, this whole quote hit me -with my boring as hell brown hair- straight in the feels 🥲
She stepped back, and his finger slipped from her chin. Thank heavens. His touch felt… like strokes of flames over her skin, yet it also felt right. It might take her the rest of her life to figure out why she would ever think such a silly thing.
“I thought you were a blazing star that no gentleman has any notion what to do with.”
“Yes, the buffoons,” she murmured, startled at how provocative she sounded.
That finger gently trailed from her nose down to rest against her lips. “I know what to do with every inch of you, Lady Maryann.”
His kiss destroyed her.
It was unexpected, it was so soft, it was unbelievably tender, and scandalously perfect, for it was just a mere meeting of their mouths, but it felt like everything.
Kiss me , she silently implored.
When he made no move, it was her turn to lean in and bite his lower lip. The raindrops on his mouth settled onto her tongue, and with it a taste of dark fire and whiskey.
He wanted her, more than he’d ever wanted another soul.