May 15, 2012 by thebookslayer
Hosted by The Broke and the Bookish
So for the top ten this week it was about What Author you would like to see have a reality show or a freebie where you come up with your own. Since there has been too much Lama Drama going on with Authors I would rather come up with my own. I have to say that this year I have been deeply disappointed in how many Author’s are taking reviews and this behavior has to stop.
Now on to what I have decided to do for my Top Ten this week.
Reformed Rake’s make the Best Husbands!
A rake, short for rakehell, is a historic term applied to a man who is habituated to immoral conduct, frequently a heartless womanizer.
Top Ten Reformed Rakes!
“Reformed rakes make the best husbands,”Violet said.
“Rubbish and you know it.”
-Anthony to Violet”
“Mr. Sand, do you think it’s possible to fall in love in the space of a single day?”
He smiled. “I wouldn’t know. I only fall in love at night. Never lasts beyond breakfast, though.”
“Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut.”
“Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?” Bones asked, getting back to the subject. “You to take me,” she replied at once. “Not gonna happen!” I spat, squeezing him possessively. Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That’s when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand.”
“She didn’t want to think about how wrong this was or how foolish it was to give herself to a known seducer. Because tonight Oliver wasn’t that man. Not to her. He was the boy who’d cried over his dead mother, the young man who’d lost himself in drink and women to forget the past, the marquess who’d vowed not to marry for money. He was the man to be her lover.”
I saved them all, you know. Every letter you ever sent,
even those to which I never replied. I’m sorry for so many things, my love: that I left
you; that I never came home; that it took me so long to realize that you were my home and that, with you by my side, none of the restmattered.
But in the darkest hours, on the coldest nights, when I felt I’d
lost everything, I still had your letters. And through them, in some small way,
I still had you.I loved you then, my darling Penelope, more than I could imagine—just as I love you now, more than you can know.
Hell House, February 1831”
“Very well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my…” “Mistress?”
“About five seconds after I left you today, things between you and
me, they changed,” he informed me in a quiet voice.
I felt my brows draw together as my mind processed the fact that
this was not good.
“Changed?” I asked. “How?”
“You got attitude, the kind I like. So I decided I’m gonna ride that
attitude wave of yours, see how things work out.”
Who is your favorite Reformed Rake?