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It Surrender of a Siren (The Wanton Dairymaid Trilogy #2)

Surprisingly, even Colin agreed. I certainly can’t imagine anything topping it.

Oh, yes, Benedict replied, lips twitching.Sophie glared at him.

Tangle of Need (Psy-Changeling #11)

You’ll have plenty of room for breakfast, he said gamely.It’s only until I get her clothing cleaned up, Mrs. Crab-tree explained. But at least it’s decent. She waddled over to Benedict. How is your breakfast, Mr. Bridgerton?Delicious, he replied. I haven’t eaten so well in months.

Desolation (Jokers Wrath MC #4)

Mrs. Bridgerton leaned forward and whispered, I like your Sophie. May we keep her?Benedict choked. On what, he didn’t know, but he choked nonetheless. I beg your pardon?

Mr. Crabtree and I aren’t as young as we used to be. We could use another set of hands around here.

I, ah, well... He cleared his throat. I’ll think about it.Kate felt herself sink to the floor.

It was too loud. Too loud, and too bright, and too—Kate huddled under the table, her legs folded up, her arms about her knees, waiting in terror for the next round.

Kept

And then the rain began.It was a bit past midnight, and all the guests (who were keeping somewhat to country hours) had gone to bed, but Anthony was still in his study, tapping his fingers against the edge of his desk in time with the rain beating against his window. Every now and then a bolt of lightning lit up the room in a flash of brilliance, and each clap of thunder was so loud and unexpected, he jumped in his chair.

God, he loved thunderstorms.Hard to tell why. Maybe it was just the proof of nature’s power over man. Maybe it was the sheer energy of the light and sound that pounded around him. Whatever the case, it made him feel alive.

He hadn’t been particularly tired when his mother had suggested they all turn in, and so it had seemed silly not to use these few moments of solitude to go over the Aubrey Hall books his steward had left out for him. The Lord knew his mother would have his every minute crammed with activities involving eligible young women on the morrow.But after an hour or so of painstaking checking, the dry tip of a quill tapping against each number in the ledger as he added and subtracted, multiplied and occasionally divided, his eyelids began to droop.

It had been a long day, he allowed, closing the ledger but leaving a piece of paper sticking out to mark his place. He’d spent much of the morning visiting tenants and inspecting buildings. One family needed a door repaired. Another was having trouble harvesting their crops and paying their rent, due to the father’s broken leg. Anthony had heard and settled disputes, admired new babies, and even helped to fix a leaky roof. It was all part of being a landowner, and he enjoyed it, but it was tiring.The Pall Mall game had been an enjoyable interlude, but once back at the house, he’d been thrust into the role of host for his mother’s party. Which had been almost as exhausting as the tenant visits. Eloise was barely seventeen and clearly had needed someone to watch over her, that bitchy Cowper girl had been tormenting poor Penelope Featherington, and someone had had to do something about that, and…

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