The Soldier's Scoundrel (The Turner Series, #1)

by Cat Sebastian

Honor was a luxury item, like hair pomade and snuff. Its only purpose was to show the world that you could afford to be impractical, that you had enough money to behave in a way that was compatible with some ludicrous code instead of acting out of self-preservation like the rest of humanity.

The existence of that gap between servant and master made the entire structure unsteady. It implied a fluidity that those at the top of the heap didn’t like to think about. Worse, it suggested that the difference between the aristocracy and those who emptied their chamber pots wasn’t as clear cut as they might prefer.

Thinking of what she had said, he saw a pattern emerge as surely as if he had his cards spread out before him. Everywhere he looked there were women trying to help one another in dubious ways when there didn’t seem to be any other solution.

Jack found that he wanted the Wraxhalls to be happy. Because maybe, just maybe, if there could be a happy ending for such an unlikely pair as the Wraxhalls, there could be one for someone as tarnished and wrong and twisted as he was—maybe Sarah, maybe even Georgie.