When I first met Harry Robinson, I knew he was a rake. Oh, I don’t mean the sort of rake one so often meets in Regency Romances, a man who is vilified by polite society while anxious Mamas warn their precious little chicks about him. They say he is wicked, beyond the pale, not fit for decent company.
Yet, so often, when one meets these gentlemen, we find there is little substance behind the reputation. Yes, they enjoy flirtations with willing and experienced women. They gamble in less than salubrious establishments and they indulge in pranks that have older, wiser heads shaking.
But for all their hell-raising, they have a certain code. They don’t seduce innocents, or mess with the emotions of ladies who don’t understand how the game is played. When they find a damsel in distress, they feel obliged to help her, without ulterior motives. They act with honour and give the lie to the sobriquet, rake.
Harry was different. Lonely and embittered, he has a low opinion of women. To him, there are no female innocents, so there’s no-one whose virtue is off-limits, including the fiancees of his friends. Especially the fiancees of his friends. This truly is a man you would not want near your daughter.
When he first encounters Hope Fielding, she is being attacked in the street. Harry doesn’t help her. He walks on by and leaves her to her fate. Harry only makes an effort to help her after she has helped him, saving him from a vicious beating. He repays a favour.
For Harry, A Good Man is a story of redemption. As he helps Hope flee her duplicitous husband and his vicious valet, Harry begins to realise that not every woman is evil. He has to rethink his own actions and come to terms with his own past. And all while trying to save the life of the woman he has come to love.
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