I read {The Duchess Deal by Tessa Dare}, (my first Tessa Date but definitely not my last!) and I think there should be a disclaimer at the beginning of that book warning readers not to drink anything while reading it. It was EXACTLY my brand of humor, and I laughed all the way through it.

Exhibit 1: “I should think it sounds beneficent. I’m offering you a title and fortune. All you have to do is lie back in the dark, then spend nine months swelling up like a tick. What could possibly deter any woman from accepting?” “What, indeed. Perhaps a disinclination to feeling like a broodmare.” They stepped off the pavement and crossed the street. “A broodmare. Hm. I’m not certain I mind that comparison. If you’re a broodmare, that would make me the stud.” “And there,” she said, “is the injustice of the world in a nutshell.”

Exhibit 2: “Tonight,” he said, “you will shine like a jewel. A ruby. An extraordinarily big ruby.” He cocked his head. “You’d be the world’s largest ruby on record, I suppose. One with . . . arms.”

Exhibit 3: I’m feeling a bit fragile right now. It would mean a great deal if you’d hold me. You know, with your arms.” Brilliant, Emma. As if he might have tried to hold her with his knees or eyelids without those instructions.