Jefferson Sebring wined and dined, charmed and cajoled, and lured and seduced handsome men into his bed. However, he never wanted to keep one longer than a few dates or a few months. He had his work with the CIA and his duties to his family, and with those and his men, he was content. That was, until Ludovic Rivenhall.<br><br>First Ludo squired Jefferson’s sister Portia around town, then fell into Jefferson's bed as so many others had. But Ludo wanted more than a same time next year type of relationship; he wanted to stay in Jefferson’s life, and Jefferson found he was willing to allow it as long as they both still wanted it.<br><br>Years later, they both still wanted each other -- but men didn't marry men. Or did they, in this new world they had survived to see?

Ace-High Royal Flush

“Think of something that won’t trip us up,” Father said shortly. “Or better still, have him removed from his position. Now, what’s in the letter your sister sent that has you in such a state?”


Tony went to his desk and picked up the letter, but not before I saw the expression on his face. Father always made him feel as if he still wore knee pants. It was difficult being the firstborn.


After Tony read the letter to us, Father stroked his chin and mused, “Folana Fournaise. She’ll bear looking into.”


“That’s what Portia says.” Tony frowned at him.


Father ignored him. “Bryan, see what you can learn about her. Jefferson—”


“I’ll take care of it.” Three sets of eyes turned to me, and I grinned. Of course, I’d be the one to go. “Off the top of my head, all I can tell you is she’s believed to be the ward of Sir Joseph Bowne.”


“Everyone suspects she’s really his mistress.”


Chapter 3