Weston Scott is happy with his simple, quiet life in a small English village. Yet he is haunted by deeply closeted yearnings, a secret he has shared with only one person. His best friend, Mark. As a constant reminder to guard his own heart, Weston wears an emerald ring on his hand.<br><br>Mark Goudy has a secret of his own, one that drove him to live far away in London rather than betray his best friend’s trust: he’s always been in love with Weston. Now he’s back, but not for a friendly visit. Mark’s done denying his emotions.<br><br>And if he can manage to slip that ring off Weston’s finger for one night, he’s sure things will change. For both of them.

No Fear in Love

“And that was really as far as I got before I came over,” Sally Schmidt confessed, “but I wanted to say, hi, I’m Sally, I see you guys about but we never really talk…and I’d like to change that.”


Ayesha Swanson stood still for a moment, thinking again of her childhood, of her adolescence, of meeting Mister Mo, and of that realization of how good it felt to trust other people, to believe that not everyone was out there to hurt her, and, surprising herself, she smiled.


“Hi,” she said softly in her lilting, accented English, “I’d like to change that too.”


Sally beamed in reply, and behind them, the sun set in gorgeous gold across Bower Bliss’s quiet streets and apple orchards.9


The radio whispered softly as they hit the freeway, Jude Calohan at the wheel, his wife in the passenger seat looking fretful and concerned, dressed smartly in black, a line of pearls about her neck, her handbag in her lap.


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