Many obstacles stand in the way of baronet’s son Warrick Synclaire being with his best friend, Thomas Smythe. Same-sex love is illegal in early 20th Century England, and Warrick is heading for Canada while Thomas is destined for the military college at Sandhurst. Warrick isn't sure he can bear the separation. However, the day before Warwick leaves, Thomas persuades him to see a fortune teller. The old gypsy woman’s warnings fail to scare Warwick, but another gypsy, Nicolae, by turns intrigues, arouses, and terrifies him. That night, Nicolae breaks into Warwick’s bedchamber, bedding then biting him. Warwick, unable to process the encounter, convinces himself it was just a bad dream and sails off to Canada to start a new life. In Canada, Warrick renews his acquaintance with Fox Sullivan, who he first met during the war. Soon the two become lovers, but for Warwick, the relationship is purely physical. Thomas still owns his heart. When he can stand their separation no longer, Warrick returns to his ancestral home in Kent, determined to reunite with Thomas, who now has a lover of his own. But the encounter with Nicolae years earlier changed Warwick considerably. Every full moon he turns into a ravenous creature, which seems able to rule Warwick’s life even during the daytime. Determined to win over Warrick, Fox sells his medical practice and sails to England. But is he too late to save the man he loves?

Destiny's End

Warrick Synclaire was a tall man, at six foot three taller than most in the area—even her own sons were at least four or five inches shorter—with black hair in a pronounced widow’s peak and fathomless blue eyes. Those eyes were the only things he’d inherited from his father.


Except for his prickly nature…his parents had a hand in that.


If there was one thing Lady Eugenia knew, it was that while Warrick Synclaire had not been an attractive child, he had been lovable.


Such a pity both his parents had been so lost in the disillusionment of what neither was that they hadn’t been able to see that.


Sir John Synclaire married Helena Ware because he had two children—an infant and a young son—who needed a mother, and because of a vague physical resemblance to his first wife. Both women were striking and blue-eyed, although Elizabeth had been very fair, while Helena was a brunette.


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