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What I Did For A Duke With Bonus Material: Pennyroyal Green Series (2012)

by Julie Anne Long(Favorite Author)

4.15 of 5 Votes: 5

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Romance

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Avon

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Pennyroyal Green

review 1: I was very torn about this book. on the one hand, I loved the characters. On the other, I didn't understand how we got to the ending. We went from a duke who was trying to seduce a young woman to a duke who couldn't live without her without really seeing the transformation take place. It all felt very one-sided. Also, the Duke's argument against the man Genevieve claims to love is that if Harry's feelings are so easily swayed from one woman to another (as they are trying to accomplish), why would she want such fair weather feelings. Well, this is exactly the kind of "swaying" Genevieve's feelings undergo, and yet the Alex seems all to okay with this. It all just ultimately felt too contrived for me. I really wanted to like this, and I just couldn't get t... morehere.
review 2: What a wonderful way with words Ms. Long has has!Favorite quotes:What I Did For a Duke: Pennyroyal Green Series by Julie Anne LongYou have 17 highlighted passagesYou have 0 notesLast annotated on May 10, 2014And what was love if not a certain pleasantly deluded familiarity built up over years? If not a set of personal attributes set fire by imagination, the way, for an instance, one can look up at a night sky and see not just a random scattering of bright stars, but an enormous Starry Plough? • Delete this highlightAdd a noteHarry had irrevocably just altered the physics of her life. For three years, her love for him had been . . . her own personal gravity. It gave shape to her days and momentum to her dreams of the future. She could envision no world without him. • Delete this highlightAdd a note“What are your pleasures and pursuits, Lord Moncrieffe?” Miss Eversea asked too brightly, when the silence had gone on for more than was strictly comfortable or polite. That creaky conversation lubricant. It irritated him again that she was humoring him. “Well, I’m partial to whores.” Her head whipped toward him like a weathervane in a hurricane. Her eyes, he noted, were enormous, and such a dark blue they were nearly purple. Her mouth dropped, and the lower lip was quivering with shock or . . . or . . . “Whor . . . whores . . . ?” She choked out the word as if she’d just inhaled it like bad cigar smoke. He widened his own eyes with alarm, recoiling slightly. “I . . . I beg your pardon—Horses. Honestly, Miss Eversea,” he stammered. “I do wonder what you think of me if that’s what you heard.” He shook his head ruefully. “Horses. Those hooved beasts a man can race, wager upon, plow a field with, harness to a phaeton, and drive at deliciously reckless speeds.” She stared at him now as he walked. Those wide eyes went narrow, bringing him into focus, isolating him in a very potent, too intelligent beam of blue. “And one cannot do any of that with whores?” she asked softly. His turn to drop his jaw. He clapped it shut again. She’d pointed that neat profile away from him again. But when the corners of her pale mouth had tightened, he saw—yes, he saw—a dimple. And now he was certain, he was certain she was doing combat with a smile. His heart picked up a beat or two. “It’s a frustrating truism,” he allowed resignedly, “but it’s a rare whore who’ll consent to be harnessed to a plow.” • Delete this highlightAdd a note“You’re committed to flattery, of a certainty.” Acerbic, though one could tolerate an acid tongue for a time when the owner of it was so very pretty. Like being pecked by a songbird. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteBecause he spoke to her the way no one else had ever spoken to her, which meant he saw her in a way no one else saw her. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteShe knew irony was a veil through which the duke saw the entire world. And of course nothing could hurt him if everything amused him. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteShe took a step closer and was about to take another one when she paused with her slipper hovering off the ground. Then stopped abruptly and moved the candle pointedly away from him. “If I come closer you’ll ignite. I shouldn’t like you to become Duke Flambé. Did you drink the brandy, or bathe in it?” He gazed at her. “You’re so solicitous of my welfare.” He was again touched that she didn’t want to set him alight. “I’m more concerned about my mother’s curtains. That particular shade of velvet cost a fortune and I shouldn’t like to tell her I used a duke for kindling.” • Delete this highlightAdd a noteHer control excited him almost unbearably. He would steal it from her. He wanted it unleashed. He wanted to be over her and inside when the storm finally broke. • Delete this highlightAdd a notethe hair which had poured like a dark waterfall over her shoulders last night was magically coiled and pinned up and tamed. Women did like to show their hair who was in charge. • Delete this highlightAdd a notewatched Genevieve breathlessly as her eyes fell on the painting. And then she went still. And as he watched it was if the sun itself rose inside her. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteIt whipped her body upward and tore a silent scream from her, and her skin was all over stars. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteShe stroked his hair, realizing this was the first time she’d ever seen him truly peaceful, and wondering why his peace was hers. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteI just think from now on I’ll use your name as an exclamation of extreme satisfaction. When things are going very well I’ll shout ‘Genevieve!’ In lieu of hallelujah. Or if someone says, ‘Finally we should have fine weather after days of rain,’ I’ll say, ‘Well, Genevieve!’ • Delete this highlightAdd a noteThis seemed intolerably poignant, the rakishly disreputable shadow of his whiskers juxtaposed with talk of losing a baby. • Delete this highlightAdd a notepoetry was a barrier against raw emotions. It distilled them into bearable music, allowed one to accommodate them a little at a time. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteHe felt the weight of the hour, of his years, of his own damn nature, of, in truth, the last hour’s worth of lovemaking, because taking the woman in question in a standing position wreaked havoc on a man’s thighs, regardless of years of horseback riding. • Delete this highlightAdd a note“In exchange for causing an uproar, I will dedicate myself to making you happy for the rest of your life.” “Then you only need live for a good long time, for you are everything I need to be happy.” • Delete this highlightAdd a noteI Kissed an Earl: Pennyroyal Green Series by Julie Anne LongYou have 24 highlighted passagesYou have 0 notesLast annotated on May 10, 2014Like a mouth with a critical tooth punched out of it, everyone had slowly begun to lean and move in cockeyed directions and Violet felt more and more unmoored. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteEnormous, frightening men should not be allowed to possess anything quite so whimsical as dimples, she thought resentfully. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteYou can find your own inn, find your own way home, you can join a traveling menagerie, you can apply to a brothel, you can go to the very devil, for all I care. For you have taken for granted the protection of men your entire life, Miss Redmond. You have taken for granted your comfort and privilege and safety. Even now you think I’ll see to your comfort, that some man will always look out for you even when you behave in unconscionably reckless ways. And I…” He paused, fished in his pocket, thumbed open his watch. Consulted the time. His mind, even as he delivered this speech, was elsewhere. “…don’t like it.” • Delete this highlightAdd a noteShe planted her feet apart, getting purchase on the deck, learning how to stand upon it, and while the men stared at each other in another of those silent conversations, she stared about her, at sky and ship and sea. And her heart slowly filled like the sails of the ship. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteSomething in Violet eased, stretched, breathed, at long last and the sensation was so utterly new she understood with finality how confined she’d truly felt her whole life. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteBut it was like hearing for the first time a note that harmonized with whatever wild tone her soul sang. It was a foreign feeling for her. She suspected other people would have called it peace. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteNothing makes a man feel more like God than sailing a ship over the sea with no land in sight. And nothing makes a man feel less like a God than clinging to a shred of ship exploded by lightning in a storm.” • Delete this highlightAdd a note“If you ever want to know your true place in the universe, Miss Redmond, the sea and a great empty night sky will put it all in very clear perspective for you.” • Delete this highlightAdd a noteHe was the sort of man who would need to test himself again and again. Not against other men. By pitting himself against something he could never really conquer. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteCalmer days are pleasant but tedious, particularly if we’ve a destination we need to urgently reach. And too much calm can ultimately be deadly.” Too much calm can be deadly. It was so utterly her life philosophy she considered she ought to stitch it into a sampler. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteShe noticed the distinction, and she didn’t think it was an accident, for it was a snobbery she couldn’t help but share: “Behave as a gentleman.” For title or no, the Earl of Ardmay had been born a bastard. Not a true gentleman. He could never be one. He would always need to behave like one. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteShe had a peculiar hope he’d been ignoring her, because “ignoring” was more active than forgetting all about her. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteAs though he wouldn’t dream of wasting a second on blinking when he could be looking at her instead. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteStars, near ones, far ones, shone in their ancient patterns, performing their myriad doing duties: a map for sailors, inspiration for poets, oracles for astrologers, excuses for lovers to behave rashly. • Delete this highlightAdd a notePerhaps love is an affliction or aberration, and all the sane people avoid it. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteThe heat of his body made her want to sink into him the way water sinks into earth, and she fought the sensation as though she’d been unwillingly drugged. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteWhat to her was unselfconscious brute beauty was for him simply armor, a utilitarian suit he possessed and used to go about the daily business of being Captain Flint. He flung it into danger; he waltzed with it, he steered the ship with it, he saved lives with it. • Delete this highlightAdd a note“You’re the only person I’ve ever met who casually begins sentences with things like ‘When I was in a Turkish prison. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteshe’d been entering his bloodstream like slow opium smoke for days. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteShe was weak with yearning that bordered on angry: it wanted satisfaction. A fire had been lit. She, who’d never been denied a thing in her life, wanted more. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteHer brother’s wife, Cynthia, had once pretended to be an expert markswoman in order to impress a suitor. As a result, she’d ludicrously maimed a replica of the statue of David with a musket and nearly killed a man with the resulting hurtling marble penis. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteFor the first time in her life, she was utterly alone. No one, not Miles, not the perfidious Lyon, no one, could help her now. She had only her own counsel to rely upon, and she knew precisely what that was worth. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteShe loves her family, but none of you know her heart. She, I believe, found everything she needed in me, on this journey. She was afraid to love in part…because of you. But for love of you, she gave me up. She did it for you.” He heard weariness in his voice. He stopped a moment. “That’s Violet. That’s who she is. And that’s the choice you forced her to make. You ought to be proud.” The words were so sharp, so bitter, he could nearly taste them. • Delete this highlightAdd a noteShe thought she would draw that smile around her like a shawl, let it cradle her like a hammock. • Delete this highlightAdd a note less

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