One Good Earl Deserves a
The Second Rule of
For girls who wear glasses
About the Author
Romances by Sarah MacLean
About the Publisher
Early Spring 1824
here were benefits to being the second son.
Indeed, if there was one truth in society it was this:
Rake, rogue, or scoundrel—an heir required reformation.
He could wreak his havoc, sow his wild oats, and
scandalize society with his youthful indiscretions, but his
future was cast in stone by the finest of masons: He would
eventually find himself shackled to his title, his land, and
his estate—a prisoner of peerage alongside his brethren in
the House of Lords.
No, freedom was not for heirs, but for spares. And
Jasper Arlesey, the second son of Earl Harlow, knew it.
He also knew, with the keen understanding of a criminal
narrowly escaping the gallows, that—despite having to
forgo heredity title, estate, and fortune—he was the
luckiest man on Earth to have been born seventeen months
to the day
after Owen Elwood Arthur Arlesey, eldest
child, first son, Viscount Baine and heir to the earldom.
On Baine lay the heavy weight of respectability and
responsibility that came with being heir. On Baine rested
the hopes and dreams of a long line of Lords Harlow. It
was Baine who was required to live up to the expectations
of those around him—parents . . . peers . . . servants . . .
all. And flawless, proper, boring Baine lived up to every
one of those expectations.
Which was why that evening,
Baine had chaperoned
their younger sister at her first visit to Almack’s. Yes,
Jasper had originally agreed to the task, promising Lavinia
that he wouldn’t dare miss such an important evening in
her young life. But his promises were more whisper than
word—everyone knew that—and so it had been Baine
who had done the chaperoning. Living up to expectations,
Jasper, instead, had been busy winning a fortune at one
of London’s wickedest gaming hells . . . then celebrating
by doing precisely the kind of thing errant younger sons
were wont to do. In the bed of a beautiful woman.
Baine wasn’t the only one who lived up to
One side of Jasper’s mouth kicked up in a private smile
as he recalled the pleasure he’d found in excess that