“What about your reputation, then? Are you saying that yours is false, too?” “On the contrary.” He looked up and gave her his wicked, charming grin. “I’m every bit the blackhearted rake you’ve heard that I am. I eat ladies’ hearts for supper and spit them out in the morning. More cornbread, my dear?”

“What about your reputation, then? Are you saying that yours is false, too?” “On the contrary.” He looked up and gave her his wicked, charming grin. “I’m every bit the blackhearted rake you’ve heard that I am. I eat ladies’ hearts for supper and spit them out in the morning. More cornbread, my dear?”

— Danelle Harmon