Sinfully Wed (The Five Deadly Sins Book 1) by Kathleen Ayers

Author:Kathleen Ayers [Ayers, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2023-05-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Rotted teeth. An unfortunate skin condition, which only abated if she ate onions. A trunk like form full of fleshy hips and buttocks. He’d even caught a whiff of garlic on her breath today.

Incredibly unappealing.

Jordan drummed his fingers along the leather seats of his carriage and considered the almost too repulsive picture Miss Whitehall presented.

His future bride had taken the opportunity to smile broadly at Jordan a total of three times today, gleefully displaying the decay that waited if he dared kiss her. The sight, shocking at first, and combined with her breath, left no doubt that a bottle of whiskey would be required if he ever changed his mind about bedding her.

But the more he studied Miss Whitehall today, the more curious Jordan became.

He’d made the decision, that in order to continue to deal with his future wife without showing overt disgust at her appearance and smell, Jordan should try to focus on what he did find appealing about her physically. Despite deciding to discard her after the wedding, Jordan had no desire to be cruel to Miss Whitehall, even though his pigs smelled better than she did.

Miss Whitehall had lovely eyes. A mix of gray and blue. Unusual, to say the least. That was something. He found her fascination with the macabre, wax figures, and gruesome scenery to be strangely interesting. At least it was different.

And her skin was creamy. Smooth. Like fresh milk.

Jordan’s brows drew together. There wasn’t any sign of the skin affliction she spoke of kept at bay by onions. Surely, there would be…scars or marks of some sort. Discoloration, perhaps.

These observations led him to stroll with her along the pond. When he started to speak of the traveling troupe of performers who came to River Crest every year, that’s when Jordan realized how thoroughly he was being duped.

The onions and garlic were merely diversion, meant to keep him from noticing Miss Whitehall’s graceful neck, unblemished cheeks, and the fact that she possessed only one chin.

One chin.

Slender arms and shoulders. Nothing beefy at all about Miss Whitehall. The large mound of flesh on her hips bouncing about as they strolled, now appeared to be situated in a different position. And her enormous buttocks were…slipping.

Mother adored dressing up. Costumes. The uses of makeup to alter one’s appearance.

A honeyed brown curl had escaped from beneath the hideous bonnet atop her head while she wobbled around the pond. No woman so repulsive should have a curl so lovely, Jordan decided. Nor be the owner of a sleek, pink tongue, which flashed when she pushed the tip against her rotted teeth.

A tiny black fleck was left behind on Miss Whitehall’s surprisingly delectable bottom lip after she did so.

There were plenty of rotted mouths and stumps of teeth in Spittal, something Miss Whitehall couldn’t possibly have guessed at. Some of the sailors who favored The Hen were missing so many teeth they were reduced to eating nothing that wasn’t boiled to a mushy softness. The smell of such decay was noticeable when they spoke.

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