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

“Love?” That was the first time he had ever called me anything but my name, and I could feel a tide of warmth rise from my lower body to my hairline. I became annoyed with myself. Did I want to be loved so badly the use of an endearment would cause me to melt?


“Of course.” Robert ran his hand through my hair and brought a lock to his cheek before rubbing it over his lips.


“There is no ‘of course’ about it.”


“St John, I told you I loved you.” His tone was so patient I wanted to smack him.


“I beg your pardon? When might that have been?” I yanked my hair out of his grip. “Ouch.”


He had the gall to look perplexed. “Why, after that last time we made love. You told me you loved me—”


“After you refused to let me climax until I did,” I snapped.


I could feel my eyes widen at his blatant insult. “I. Beg. Your. Pardon?”


“Erm…yes, well, at any rate, I said…” Robert paused, searching his mind.


“You said, and I quote, ‘I knewit.’”


Chapter 21