The Viscount Who Loved Me

Was it possible to fall in love with the same man over and over again, every single day?

“It means that love isn‟t about being afraid that it will all be snatched away. Love‟s about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It‟s about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she‟s simply the best person you‟ve ever known.”

“When you are a mother,” she said loftily, “you will understand what I mean.”

The viscount, Kate noted with irritation, was blindingly handsome.

Even worse, Mary was gazing at the couple as if she’d like to reserve a church that minute.

Being a discerning and somewhat organized man, he’d made a mental list of requirements for the position.

he’d not been without a mistress.

Sometimes, he thought wryly, he’d not been without two.

He’d spent the last decade as the worst sort of rake, taking pleasure where he may. For as he well knew, life was short and certainly meant to be enjoyed.

“Am I so difficult to impress, then?”

Anthony Bridgerton is a Rake.