Will Marsden is a man on the run from his memories and his past. Steward of Denton Manor was a good position until Captain Dearne, the owner, lost the manor on the turn of a card. When the feckless Dearne is dumped unconscious and near death on his doorstep, Will grudgingly accepts an enormous sum of money to care for him.<br><br>Dearne regains consciousness but has no memories of how he came to be in the bed of a dark-haired, angry, but gorgeous man or how he came to be so badly injured.<br><br>When nightmares drive Dearne into Will’s arms every night, the attraction between them explodes. As Dearne battles with lost memories, he is forced to accept the fact that someone in his family wants him dead, and Will is forced to confront his past head on. Will the revelations uncovered manage to tear them apart?

Memories

“What I am doing is catching you in the act with this…this…” He turned and waved a hand in Will’s direction with a sneer of fury and disgust. “How dare you carry on this way? In my house, my home?” Holbrook was turning purple and, yet again, shame sank it’s claws into the depth of Will’s soul and held him fast.


“Carry on?” Dearne said, voice dangerously low. “Choose your words carefully, brother.”


“Papa, please…” Augustus went to take his father’s arm.


“Get out of here, boy,” Holbrook thundered, shaking him off, and then turned back to Dearne. “I mean exactly what I say. How dare you carry on with this…this…sodomite under my roof? In my home. In front of my wife, my son…damn you. Damn you to hell.”


“Holbrook?” Araminta appeared in the doorway and took in the scene with a glance.


“Go back to bed, sister. This is not for your eyes.”


Will cast a helpless glance at Araminta.


Chapter 77