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

His hand lingered on my shoulder for a moment, gave a squeeze, and then he turned and walked out of the room.


I opened the door to my apartment and went still. I’d worked for the Central Intelligence Agency for more than twenty years…long enough to know when a place wasn’t empty.


I reached for the gun I usually carried under my left arm, but of course it wasn’t there—I’d been on my way to screw Bart Freeman, not face off against an enemy agent.


I slipped through the living room, across to the short hallway that led to the bathroom and the master bedroom. Then I launched myself at the man who was rifling through my dresser drawers with a loud “Hi yah!”


I landed on his back before he could spin around, slid an arm around his throat, and growled in his ear, “You’d better have a damned good reason for being in my apartment.”


Chapter 19