When He Was Wicked: Bridgerton (Bridgertons Book 6)

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Oh, you know,” he said wryly, “all those things I have to do to prepare for a life of dissolution and aimlessness.” Sorry,” he said, offering her the lopsided smile he so frequently affixed to his face. No one ever took him seriously when he smiled like that, which was, of course, the point. “Wasn’t listening.” John, who, damn it all, was like a brother to him, had been more of a brother to him than his own had been. John, whose family had taken him in when his father had died. John, whose father had raised him and taught him to be a man. John, with whom— The titular viscount here is Anthony, the oldest Bridgerton, who is enjoying bachelor life and has no plans to marry. Or so says Lady Whistledown. Anthony has actually decided it’s time to settle down, and he’s found the perfect ladylike candidate. Unfortunately, her annoying sister, Kate Sheffield, keeps getting in the way. Kate is determined to protect her sister from marriage to a notorious rake, but she finds that she’s not immune to Anthony’s charms after all. As they continue their battle of wits—and wills—they discover that they may be better together than they realize…

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A moment so tremendous, so sharp and breathtaking, that one knows one’s life will never be the same. For Michael Stirling, London’s most infamous rake, that moment came the first time he laid eyes on Francesca Bridgerton. Michael nodded. “You look pale,” he said, why, he didn’t know. It wasn’t as if it was going to change John’s mind about the laudanum.Just then, Francesca descended the stairs, wrapped in a long velvet cloak of midnight blue. “Good evening, gentlemen,” she said, clearly basking in her undivided male attention. But as she reached the bottom, she frowned. “Is something wrong, darling?” she asked John. Unfortunately for Michael, however, Francesca’s surname was to remain Bridgerton a mere thirty-six hours longer; the occasion of their meeting was, lamentably, a supper celebrating her imminent wedding to his cousin. Which always left Michael a little worried. He thought he hid his feelings well, but what if she knew? She would never speak of it, of course, never even allude to it. He rather suspected they were ironically alike that way; if Francesca suspected he was in love with her, she would never alter her manner in any way. I think not,” Michael said sharply. As if he cared to witness their anniversary celebration. Truly, all it would do was remind him of what he could never have. Which would then remind him the guilt. Or amplify it. Reminders were rather unnecessary; he lived with it every day. To Scotland?” Francesca asked, pressing gently against B-flat on the pianoforte. “With the season so close?”

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All he could have was her smile and her company, and pathetic idiot that he was, he was willing to take it. After a lifetime of chasing women, of smiling slyly as they chased him, of allowing himself to be caught but never permitting his heart to become engaged, he took one look at Francesca Bridgerton and fell so fast and hard into love it was a wonder he managed to remain standing. Unfortunately for Michael, however, Francesca’s surname was to remain Bridgerton for only a mere thirty-six hours longer–the occasion of their meeting was, lamentably, a supper celebrating her imminent wedding to his cousin. If she’d had an arrow, she couldn’t have jammed it into his heart any harder. But he just shrugged, since he was appallingly good at faking it. “It’s not my anniversary,” he reminded her. Michael cleared his throat. This shouldn’t be so difficult; it wasn’t as if John and Francesca were acting any differently than was normal. They were, as so much of society had commented, like two peas in a pod, marvelously in accord, and splendidly in love. But, he thought with a snort as he slouched into the sofa and propped his ankle over his knee, watching them across the drawing room, laughing and smiling, and making nauseating eyes at one another, he could have another drink.The Queen, Michael thought dispassionately. He supposed his grandmother had knelt before the Queen, but he certainly couldn’t imagine her offering deference to any other female.

When He Was Wicked: Bridgerton (Bridgertons Book 6)

Francesca’s lips pursed, and Michael could tell she was irritated. She didn’t like to be thwarted, and she certainly did not enjoy admitting that she might not be able to arrange her world —and the people inhabiting it— to her satisfaction. This cookie is used to a profile based on user's interest and display personalized ads to the users. What shall we do for our anniversary?” Francesca asked as she crossed the room and seated herself at the pianoforte.Michael looked past her shoulder to John, who had raised his newspaper just high enough so that he could pretend he wasn’t listening. In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and breathtaking, that one knows one's life will never be the same. For Michael Stirling, London's most infamous rake, that moment came the first time he laid eyes on Francesca Bridgerton. Michael could have kissed him for his interference. John of course just thought that he was saving his cousin from needless feminine nagging; there was no way he could know the truth— that Michael was trying to compute the level of guilt one might feel for being in love with one’s cousin’s wife and one’s wife’s sister.