My Book Boyfriend is an awesome weekly meme hosted by Missie at The Unread Reader all about fictional boys who make us swoon. This week I am swooning over:
from Thief of Shadows by Elizabeth Hoyt
- 26 years old son of a lower class brewer.
- Schoolmaster and manager of the Home for Unfortunate Infants and Foundling Children.
- Moonlights as the dashing Ghost of St. Giles, a Georgian-era superhero.
- Has a strong sense of justice for the neglected and forgotten children of London.
- Is very honest and had a tendency to be blunt about his feelings.
- Has little experience with women due to his devotion to the Home and his family
She supposed he could be called a handsome man, but only if one overlooked his severe demeanor. His face was pleasant enough, his chin strong, his nose straight, his mouth firm, but she'd not often seen Winter Makepeace smile and never laugh. His dark brown hair was clubbed backs imply without curl or powder, and he dressed in plain black or brown.
"But you must be awash in a sea of compliments, my lady. Every gentleman you meet must voice his admiration, his wish to make love to you. And those are only the ones who may voice such thoughts. All about you are men who cannot speak their admiration, who must remain mute from lack of social standing or fear of offending you. Only their thoughts light the air about you, following you like a trail of perfume, heady but invisible."
"What would you have society do, exactly?"
"Care. I want them to care just as much about a poor child as they do a gentleman. I want them to make sure every child is fed and clothed and housed. I want them to see that London cannot continue this way with people dying in the gutter."
"Wear you social mask at your balls and parties and when you visit your friends out there, but when we are alone, just the two of us in here, promise me this: that you'll show me only your real face, no matter how ugly you might think it. That's our true intimacy, not sex, but the ability to be ourselves when we are together."
"I'll never look at you in any way but complete admiration." He stroked her hair soothingly. "You will never be a millstone about my neck. Rather you're the sunshine that brightens my day." He swallowed. "Don't you see? You brought me into the daylight. You've embraced parts of me that I was never able to let see light. Don't make me retreat again into the night."
My Winter: Orlando Bloom