Tuesday, June 10, 2014

The Wickedest Lord Alive by Christina Booke


Normally I find men with big ole' sticks up their butts, who think they're better than everyone else kinda hot but the way Xavier plays it, it's a tad bit annoying, "he moved closer. "Indeed you are. And not just some noblewoman, either. You are my marchioness." I mean Jesus the boy just knows how to put a cherry on top of crapiness, "I have no desire to be nine days' wonder in this village or anywhere else," said Steyne. "Do you think I wish anyone to know I was forced to wed you? Not to mention airing my mother's dirty laundry." Seriously he's crude, and blunt and just an a**, "his eyes glittered with malice. "Maybe I just haven't had a good hard eff in a while." Lizzie reared back as if he'd struck her. She had never heard the word used before, but it wasn't difficult to deduce what it meant. He watched her reaction with an impatient air. "Don't you know why, Lizzie? I'm pressing you for the same reason I need to kiss you whenever we are alone. I desire you. I burn for you. Every minute we are not together like that chafes at me like a rope around my wrists." I grew to like Xavier not love and I tolerate him. 

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