glittersyb by mlleelizabeth
Well really it is a want of an excerpt… and one much, much too short. She should send another one too.

Am I being greedy?

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Do I need to warn here could bes spoilers?

Kylemore’s deep voice took on its customary tone of command. “I am here to inform you we will marry as soon as I have obtained a special license.”

Shock forced a genuine laugh from Verity. “Now I know you really are mocking me.” She stood, meaning to serve him a glass of wine, but he reached out and caught her wrist, forestalling her.

“This is a strange answer to my proposal.”

“I haven’t heard a proposal,” she said before she could stop herself.

“I want you to be my wife.”

She stared down into his face, noticing the muscle that jerked in his cheek. Strong emotion gripped him, she realized. Not only that, he was, it appeared, serious about this crackbrained idea.

“Your Grace, flattered as I am by your interest, you must see what you suggest is impossible.” When his jaw took on a stubborn line, she continued in a harder voice. “Even if the world, your name and your family countenanced such a mésalliance, I am afraid my own pride would deny you.”

“Pride?” He spoke as if the word were inconceivable in connection with a fallen creature such as herself. “This is a preferment beyond your wildest dreams.”

“My dreams are surprisingly humble.”

Beneath a growing sense of unreality, Verity was angry. Only an overbearing bully could expect her to be grateful for this lunatic offer.

Her, a duchess? The idea was comical in its unreality.

She kept her voice cool. “Pray release me. Your tender wooing is likely to leave a bracelet of bruises.” Not precisely true. His hold was firm without actually hurting her.

“I’ll let you go when you answer me.”

“I thought I had.” Necessity meant she’d devoted most of her life to catering to self-centered men. Now she’d reached her limit. “But as Your Grace insists, here is my reply. I have submitted to becoming your mistress, my lord. No power on earth could compel me to become your wife.”