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    Format files: PDF Read full description of the books: promises to be another eventful season, but not, this author believes, for Anthony Bridgerton, London's most elusive bachelor, who has shown no indication that he plans to marry. And in truth, why should he? When it comes to playing the consummate rake, nobody does it better Anthony Bridgerton hasn't just decided to marry—he's even chosen a wife! The only obstacle is his intended's older sister, Kate Sheffield—the most meddlesome woman ever to grace a London ballroom. The spirited schemer is driving Anthony mad with her determination to stop the betrothal, but when he closes his eyes at night, Kate is the woman haunting his increasingly erotic dreams Contrary to popular belief, Kate is quite sure that reformed rakes do not make the best husbands—and Anthony Bridgerton is the most wicked rogue of them all. Kate is determined to protect her sister—but she fears her own heart is vulnerable. And when Anthony's lips touch hers, she's suddenly afraid she might not be able to resist the reprehensible rake herself

    He could probably seduce an iceberg. Kate grimaced. There was little less appealing than being decisively contradicted while one was trying to make a grand point. Kate shot Mary the most sarcastic of glances. They all knew that if the viscount chose to court a Sheffield, it would not be Kate.

    She has certainly been correct in her assessment of all the people I have met thus far in London. Whistledown was, without a doubt, the most interesting reading material in all London. Whoever Lady Whistledown was and no one really knew who she was she was a well-connected member of the ton. She had to be. No interloper could ever uncover all the gossip she printed in her columns every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

    If getting insulted in a gossip column was to be her only sign of success, well, then, so be it. Kate would take her triumphs where she may.

    Edwina looked at her mother with interest. She has managed to keep her secret for over a year now. She jabbed her embroidery with her needle, pulling a long strand of yellow thread through the fabric. The dog gazed longingly at Mary, then waddled over to Kate, hopped up onto the sofa, and laid his front paws across her lap.

    Edwina sighed, but she reached out and gave Newton a quick pat, anyway. Kate clapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. Mary rarely made such opinionated pronouncements, but when she did, they were always marvelous. She keeps dressing her youngest in tangerine. Anyone can see that poor girl needs a blue or a mint green. That will teach me to listen to a shopgirl.

    I should never have doubted my own judgment. Since Edwina was a full head shorter than Kate, and several shades more delicate, this would not be a problem. And it itches. I had half a mind to rip it off right there at the Ashbourne ball. Mary rolled her eyes. More details to follow.

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    You girls may want to get a bit of rest before we go out. Kate and Edwina nodded and murmured promises to that effect as Mary gathered her embroidery and left the room. I should wear white, I know, but I fear it does not suit me. I shall wear my blue muslin. Kate nodded her approval as she glanced back at the newspaper in her hand, trying to balance Newton, who had flipped over onto his back and was angling to have his belly rubbed. Berbrooke said you are an angel in blue.

    On account of it matching your eyes so well. Kate looked back up. All of your swains try to pass on their compliments through me. Kate smiled slowly and indulgently. The news traveled faster than fire on rooftops. Anyone with the fortitude to actually impress you would have to be up to snuff. But as Kate laughed along with Edwina, a niggling sense of guilt rose within her.

    All three Sheffields knew that it would be Edwina who would snag a nobleman or marry into a fortune. It would be Edwina who would ensure that her family would not have to live out their lives in genteel poverty.

    Edwina was a beauty, while Kate was…. There were certain truths Kate had long since come to accept. Nor, she was coming to realize, would she relish the responsibility of having to marry well to provide for her mother and sister. You know that. We shall simply go back to Somerset and enjoy our own company. You should not worry about leaving us, either. We shall get on fine with each other for company.

    Kate felt her lips twist into a small smile. Quite frankly, this seemed to her the most likely avenue by which she might actually find a husband in town. Kate cleared her throat. I think I should enjoy life with man who enjoyed scholarly pursuits as well. You might have to settle for a man who likes to read and learn as you do. All sorts of people are amateur scholars. Why even that Viscount Bridgerton Lady Whistledown keeps talking about might be a scholar at heart.

    You are not to have anything to do with Viscount Bridgerton. Everyone knows he is the worst sort of rake. In all London. In the entire country! Lady Whistledown said so, and you yourself said that she is almost always right. Kate patted her sister on the arm. We will find you a suitable husband. But not —not not not not not Viscount Bridgerton! Benedict Bridgerton, who had been indulging in a habit his mother detested —tipping his chair drunkenly on the back two legs—fell over.

    Luckily for Colin, Benedict regained his seat with enough time to smack him soundly on the back, sending a green olive sailing across the table. Anthony let the indignity pass without comment. He was all too aware that his sudden declaration had come as a bit of a surprise. Well, perhaps more than a bit. Anthony knew that he did not fit the image of a man who had settling down on his mind.

    For as he well knew, life was short and certainly meant to be enjoyed. He never dallied with well-bred young women. Anyone who might have any right to demand marriage was strictly off-limits. With four younger sisters of his own, Anthony had a healthy degree of respect for the good reputations of gently-bred women. And as for the other three… He freely admitted that he broke out in a cold sweat at the mere thought of their getting involved with a man who bore a reputation like his.

    But if he had, Anthony was certain that he would have asked him to care for his mother and siblings with same diligence and affection Edmund had displayed. With seven brothers and sisters, he saw it as his duty to make sure there was enough money to secure all of their futures. He still kept a mistress, but never more than one at a time, and he discovered that he no longer felt the need to enter every horse race or stay late at a party, just to win that last hand of cards. His reputation, of course, stayed with him.

    He was nearly universally feared, for example. But now it was time for marriage. He ought to settle down, have a son. He had a title to pass on, after all. But what could he do? He was the firstborn Bridgerton of a firstborn Bridgerton of a firstborn Bridgerton eight times over.

    He had a dynastic responsibility to be fruitful and multiply. His sisters would coddle the boy, and his mother might spoil him….

    Anthony actually smiled a bit as he thought of his large and often boisterous family. His son would not need a father to be well-loved. Anthony downed another sip of his scotch and straightened his shoulders, pushing such unpleasant ruminations from his mind. He needed to focus on the matter at hand, namely, the pursuit of a wife. First, she ought to be reasonably attractive. This, Anthony mused, might be the most difficult of his requirements to fill.

    He was not universally impressed by the mental prowess of London debutantes. He might be able to avoid conversation with a wife who was less than brilliant, but he did not want stupid children. But love was a complication he wished to avoid. He had no desire for his life to be visited by that particular miracle. And since Anthony was used to getting what he wanted, he had no doubt that he would find an attractive, intelligent woman with whom he would never fall in love.

    And what was the problem with that? Not that olive. Nothing at all. It was not the sort of thing one wanted to advertise. Hell, if someone had come up to him and said the same thing, he probably would have laughed him right out the door. And no one could possibly understand the way Anthony felt it in his bones, how he simply knew that he could not live longer than his father had done.

    Edmund had been everything to him. To actually achieve more than Edmund had —in any way—that was nothing short of impossible. To think that he might be more than that seemed conceited in the extreme. All Books Newsletter Site Updates. Bridgerton Series. Add this book to GoodReads: Books in this Series: Quinn-tessential Quote 'Oh, bloody hell', Anthony swore, completely forgetting that he was in the company of the woman he planned to make his wife.

    Inside the Story I went through three outlines for this book before I found a plot and premise that I felt worked. The story required Anthony's father to have died about ten years before the book began, but in The Duke and I , which was completely edited but not yet published , his father had died two years earlier.

    Kate shot Mary the most sarcastic of glances. They all knew that if the viscount chose to court a Sheffield, it would not be Kate. She has certainly been correct in her assessment of all the people I have met thus far in London.

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    Whistledown was, without a doubt, the most interesting reading material in all London. Whoever Lady Whistledown was and no one really knew who she was she was a well-connected member of the ton. She had to be. No interloper could ever uncover all the gossip she printed in her columns every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. If getting insulted in a gossip column was to be her only sign of success, well, then, so be it. Kate would take her triumphs where she may. She has managed to keep her secret for over a year now.

    She jabbed her embroidery with her needle, pulling a long strand of yellow thread through the fabric. The dog gazed longingly at Mary, then waddled over to Kate, hopped up onto the sofa, and laid his front paws across her lap. Kate shrugged as she stroked his thick, caramel-colored coat. Kate clapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. Mary rarely made such opinionated pronouncements, but when she did, they were always marvelous.

    She keeps dressing her youngest in tangerine. Anyone can see that poor girl needs a blue or a mint green. That will teach me to listen to a shopgirl. I should never have doubted my own judgment. And it itches. I had half a mind to rip it off right there at the Ashbourne ball. More details to follow.

    You girls may want to get a bit of rest before we go out. I should wear white, I know, but I fear it does not suit me. I shall wear my blue muslin. Berbrooke said you are an angel in blue. On account of it matching your eyes so well. Berbrooke said that? To you? All of your swains try to pass on their compliments through me.

    The news traveled faster than fire on rooftops. Anyone with the fortitude to actually impress you would have to be up to snuff.

    All three Sheffields knew that it would be Edwina who would snag a nobleman or marry into a fortune. It would be Edwina who would ensure that her family would not have to live out their lives in genteel poverty. Edwina was a beauty, while Kate was… Kate was Kate. There were certain truths Kate had long since come to accept. Nor, she was coming to realize, would she relish the responsibility of having to marry well to provide for her mother and sister. You know that. We shall simply go back to Somerset and enjoy our own company.

    You should not worry about leaving us, either. We shall get on fine with each other for company. Kate felt her lips twist into a small smile. Edwina swatted her with a pillow.

    Quite frankly, this seemed to her the most likely avenue by which she might actually find a husband in town. Kate shook her head. Kate cleared her throat.

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    I think I should enjoy life with man who enjoyed scholarly pursuits as well. You might have to settle for a man who likes to read and learn as you do. Surely they could find someone in London who liked to read. All sorts of people are amateur scholars. Why even that Viscount Bridgerton Lady Whistledown keeps talking about might be a scholar at heart. You are not to have anything to do with Viscount Bridgerton. Everyone knows he is the worst sort of rake.

    In all London. In the entire country! Lady Whistledown said so, and you yourself said that she is almost always right. We will find you a suitable husband. But not—not not not not not Viscount Bridgerton! Colin Bridgerton started to choke. Luckily for Colin, Benedict regained his seat with enough time to smack him soundly on the back, sending a green olive sailing across the table.

    Anthony let the indignity pass without comment. He was all too aware that his sudden declaration had come as a bit of a surprise. Well, perhaps more than a bit. Anthony knew that he did not fit the image of a man who had settling down on his mind.

    For as he well knew, life was short and certainly meant to be enjoyed. He never dallied with well-bred young women. Anyone who might have any right to demand marriage was strictly off-limits. With four younger sisters of his own, Anthony had a healthy degree of respect for the good reputations of gently-bred women.

    And as for the other three… He freely admitted that he broke out in a cold sweat at the mere thought of their getting involved with a man who bore a reputation like his. But if he had, Anthony was certain that he would have asked him to care for his mother and siblings with same diligence and affection Edmund had displayed.

    With seven brothers and sisters, he saw it as his duty to make sure there was enough money to secure all of their futures. He still kept a mistress, but never more than one at a time, and he discovered that he no longer felt the need to enter every horse race or stay late at a party, just to win that last hand of cards.

    His reputation, of course, stayed with him. He was nearly universally feared, for example. That was always a good thing. But now it was time for marriage. He ought to settle down, have a son. He had a title to pass on, after all. But what could he do? He was the firstborn Bridgerton of a firstborn Bridgerton of a firstborn Bridgerton eight times over. He had a dynastic responsibility to be fruitful and multiply.

    His sisters would coddle the boy, and his mother might spoil him… Anthony actually smiled a bit as he thought of his large and often boisterous family. His son would not need a father to be well-loved. Anthony downed another sip of his scotch and straightened his shoulders, pushing such unpleasant ruminations from his mind.

    He needed to focus on the matter at hand, namely, the pursuit of a wife. First, she ought to be reasonably attractive. This, Anthony mused, might be the most difficult of his requirements to fill. He was not universally impressed by the mental prowess of London debutantes.

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