In other news, I nabbed myself a mighty fine summary for spn_meanttobe:
The Dutiful Rake
The Earl of Rutherford was used to flirting with scandal. But when an act of charity placed his charge's spotless reputation in jeopardy, Marcus knew he must do the honorable thing. There was no point in pretending he was in love. So in return for Miss Marguerite Fellowes's discretion and children, the earl offered his name and protection.
Then Marcus watched as proud Meg blossomed in London society. Meg's smile was perhaps the loveliest he'd ever seen, and the glow in her eyes made him feel wildly out of control. Tantalized by her evident passion for life, the dutiful rake soon found himself consumed by far from innocent desires.
Because cherie_morte gives such good advice in matters such as these, and because it's such a fun word to say and think about, and because we've decided that there isn't nearly enough of it, PSEUDOCEST!
Happy Friday, everybody!