Tinnean

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

I was right—he did have a clever mouth.


“You taste good, mate.” Bart flopped back onto the bed and patted the spot beside him. The bed wasn’t large—the room’s size precluded anything bigger than a single. I sank down beside him, snug against his side— 3


“Jefferson Albert Sebring,” Ludo snapped. “Do nottell me you’re thinking of Bart Freeman.”


I groaned, although not because Ludo had caught me out. What had possessed my mother to saddle me with a middle name like Albert?


“Just marginally. Weren’t you downstairs having breakfast?”


“It was too good to enjoy alone, so I brought a tray up for you.”


“Alone? We have a house filled with your side of the family.”


“True, but if you’ll recall, last night was New Year’s Eve. They’re all still asleep. And what do you mean, just marginally?”


“I was actually thinking of how we first met.”


“When you came to London to explain to MI6 how James Trevalyan managed to get his hand on your weapon?”


Chapter 8