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536 pages, Paperback
First published August 23, 2022
I am a woman alive in the world, Your Grace. My existence is politics, whether I care for it to be or not. It is not the politics, but the politicians"
Few ever noticed the true strategy of the Matchbreaker. On the surface, she seemed to choose her clients without thought—available for all circumstances, all scandals being equal. But scandals were not equal, and neither were the homes she accessed. Instead, she chose the scandals most impacting the ton’s most powerful families, led by powerful men with too much to lose. Through her work, she could access a network of wives and daughters and sisters, who always knew more than men imagined, and often wished to share it, to atone for the ultimate sin . . . connection to a bad man. The Belles were there to help them atone. And to bring the worst of those men down.
“I boxed for six years at school.”
“You don’t say?” Lucia tilted her head.
“Six years of school boxing?” Adelaide’s lips twitched.
“And such a straight nose to show for it!”
Clayborn slid her a look. “Perhaps I’ve a straight nose because I didn’t make a habit of losing.” “More like no one was willing to let fly with a duke, but whatever gives you comfort at night, Your Grace.”
“‘He’ll regret it. In the end.’
‘Why, because you were born one thing and became another?… Is that not the story of everyone worth loving?’
‘He’s a duke and I’m a thief’
‘All that tells me is that one of you has had to work for what you have, and the other was born with the world in his grasp.’”
“When the kiss ended, he stroked a hand over her long body, loving the way she arched into his touch, and said ‘You trust me here/‘ He didn’t wait for her reply, instead pausing at the place just above her bodice, where her heart pounded. ‘But not here.’ Wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck, he pulled her close and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, whispering there, ‘And not here, either.’
“After all this time, Adelaide had found a good man. And she would take a moment with him over a lifetime without him, without hesitation. She would be with him for as long as he’d have her, and count herself lucky to inhabit even a small, secret corner of his life. And when the time came, she would let him go, free and clear, and ignore the hole in her chest where her heart used to be.”
“He didn’t want secrets. Or a mistress, or a secret lover, or whatever half-light she’d offered him. He wanted her. With him. Now. Forever.
And he would do whatever it took to get it.
The words from his father’s letter whispered through him—You may have all that is mine if only you wish it.
All I wish is a future that we might together call ours.
Whatever she wanted. He would give it to her.”