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

Instead of falling in with my plans as I’d expected, indeed as he had always done, Warrick had lost his temper and snarled, “Damn you, Father. Make the arrangements for my marriage with Delicia Corbyn, or marry the bloody girl yourself, but leave Eira Gwyn alone.”


He flung himself out of the house. I was appalled by his behaviour, but I had no intention of letting that interfere with my undertaking. Would he, wouldn’t he, I would see to it there was a new generation of Synclaires at Thorny Walk.


I went to the master suite and withdrew a jewel box from the safe hidden behind a portrait of me, Elizabeth, and our son John. I was certain Helena had been unaware of the painting, since I always went to her room.


Chapter 101