Haden Delacourte, Earl of Baxendene, could blame no one but himself for the loss of his prized palomino stallion to his cousin, the Duke of Wolverton. The scurrilous bet, which at least had opened Wolf’s eyes to the duchess-potential of Lady Sherida Dearing, was of Bax’s own devising. But the loss of the horse had begun a domino-avalanche that toppled the beliefs on which he’d built his perfect, single, rakish life. Had he lived the whole of that life with his handsome head shoved up his arrogant backside? He’d hero-worshipped his father since his death when Bax was seven, and along with the Ton had blamed his mother for larger-than-life Harry Delacourte’s death. His twin brother, Jason, died a hero’s death at the Battle of Vimeiro, leaving Bax believing a lie that would change the course of his life, a lie perpetuated by his loyal batman who’d continued to honor a vow made to Jason even though he’s now in Bax’s employ.
Then the widowed Lady Rotherby reappeared in his life looking nothing like his little sister’s best friend, ‘Angular Jane’, who’d traded wicked nicknames with him back when they’d all been so unbelievably young and naïve. The revelation of her secret may prove the most damning—or unexpected—of all. The Great Bax was still the most handsome, most scurrilous and exciting rake in town. Lady Jane Rotherby wished she’d managed a haughty set-down but she’d allowed her tongue an unguarded response, putting an immediate smolder in the smoky grey eyes. She’d not allowed him to turn her head as a teenager, so she was armed against his charm now as a widow—wasn’t she? He was the last person she wanted to discover her embarrassing secret.