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’d never been particularly affected by weddings, but this one…


My sister looked like an angel in a gown of white lace and peau de soie, covered with Swarovski crystals. When they reached the altar, Father raised her veil, kissed her cheek, and put her hand into Nigel’s.


Portia was taking a break while Nigel danced with his stepmother.


“Mrs. Mann looks like she’s taken a bite out of a lemon,” I murmured as I reached for an orange from a bowl of fruit on the bridal table and tore at the peel.


“That’s because she’s dancing with Nigel rather than Addison. Nigel’s not her favorite person.”


“It’s a pity you chose to marry into that family.” I broke off a wedge of the fruit and handed it to her, along with a napkin to catch the juice.


“I chose to marry Nigel. His family can go hang.”


“Portia!” But I was biting back laughter.


Chapter 12