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

There was a soft growl and then the sound of footsteps rushing over the fallen leaves. A body barrelled into me, knocking me to the earth. Breathless, I was unable to cry out for help, and even if I had been able to, there would have been no one nearby to hear.


Rough hands tore at my trousers, while hot breath bathed the nape of my neck. I shuddered and whimpered.


“Silence, little brother. The time has come for me to claim you once again.”


A glance over my shoulder revealed my assailant.


No…I gazed into golden eyes. Not an assailant. A lover.


“It’s been so long. Claim me again.”


He exposed my arse to the pale moonlight and dragged his nails over my flanks. Fingers parted my arse cheeks and slid into me, testing my readiness, no doubt.


He chuckled, and his heavily accented voice whispered in my ear. “You used the lotion I sent you. Better and better. I did not like the thought of hurting you, although that would not have stopped me.”


Chapter 67