All the Honorable St. John Ashford ever wanted was his father’s love, but if he can’t have that, he’ll settle for being noticed. In an effort to do that, St. John sets his sights on Andrew Dorincourt, a man for whom the Viscount has nothing but disdain. Surely this will draw his father’s attention?  Unfortunately, while Andrew seems willing to date him, he appears entirely disinterested in anything else. St. John knows it’s just a matter of time before all his plans going up in smoke, especially when Andrew becomes attracted to an exotic young man he rescued from Malossini’s House of Oddities.<br><br>Robin Dorincourt is something of a playboy who enjoys nothing so much as flitting from one boyfriend to another. He doesn’t poach, though, and when he finds himself attracted to St. John Ashford, he does what he can to keep a healthy distance between them, using taunts and teasing. It’s difficult, until he realizes his brother is in love with someone else. Robin’s path toward St. John is clear, and he makes his move.<br><br>But is his path as clear as he imagines? St. John might be as attracted to Robin as Robin is to him, but he’ll be damned if he allows himself to be passed from one brother to the other as if he’s nothing more than a poor second choice. Now it remains is for Robin to persuade St. John he’s no one’s second choice.

More, by All Mores

The redhead was a happy drunk and such a pretty boy, I couldn’t let him fall prey to those vultures who were literally licking their chops and rubbing their hands together at the thought of passing him ‘round from one to the other of them. I was about to leave my boyfriend in the middle of the dancefloor and deal with the matter, when an older man stepped in to intervene.


“Here, you, that’s enough of that,” he barked. He was a brunet with military bearing, beautiful, although regrettably not my type.


“What’s it to you who my brother spends the night with?” Ashford demanded.


Wait, the pretty redhead was Ashford’s brother? Well, that was a potential good deed wasted. The younger Ashford was probably just like his brother.


“He promised to spend it with me,” the brunet snarled.


For a moment I thought Ashford would object, but then he shrugged. “That’s a load of rubbish, but take him, then, and welcome.”


The man slid an arm through the redhead’s and led him out of the nightclub.


Chapter 14