The Day of the Duchess by Sarah MacLean
I am not normally a coarse or vulgar person, but FUCK YOU, MALCOLM BEVINGSTOKE; FUCK YOUR PITUITARY GLAND WITH AN ICE PICK.
I am not normally a coarse or vulgar person, but FUCK YOU, MALCOLM BEVINGSTOKE; FUCK YOUR PITUITARY GLAND WITH AN ICE PICK.
I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don’t say maybe…
Come undress me; I have prettied myself with a ball and chain, with a refuge in my old name…
Eleven ways to kill my brain cells and wonder whether I’m stuck in some kind of nightmare.
Clichés and imbecile heroines go well together to make me want to break things.
Avon has found a new author who is already keen on following their historical romance novel template.