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329 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 30, 2024
She had always struck him as too exuberant to be confined with lesser social strictures like beauty or marriage. Lily, he'd always wanted to say to her detractors, was never to get a husband. If he were lucky, a husband would get her.
It would be a better world if people like him were earls, instead of the pasty sort of man who never bothered to learn how grass grew or how many kinds of it there were.
"Technically, it's the Earl of Arsell. But if I am forced by circumstance to become an earl, I will be the Earl of Arse and nothing else."
Andrew had patted his back again. "You'll be the best Earl of Arse ever."
Alan laid back in the new grass, smiling. "It will be grand. I'll be the best kind of earl: an earl who isn't. And you're going to help me not be one."
Every arrow needs a bowstring to propel it. My ambition has always been to be the bowstring, not the arrow" (p. 349).