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

Now, here I was, following him up the stairs, somewhat like a disconsolate puppy. Was this what love felt like, this searing feeling in one’s chest? How did I know it wasn’t simply indigestion?


I was a trifle startled to see him open the door to his room and wait for me to precede him. “You…you want me to stay with you?”


He looked exasperated. “Singe, don’t you get it yet? You’re mine. Of course you’re going to stay in this bedroom with me. This is your bedroom, too.”


“For always.” He dropped my suitcase beside the door.


“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to that. I’d thought he said he loved me simply to soothe my ruffled feathers, so I would allow him to continue fucking me. Once he grew tired of my inexperience I had no doubt he would show me the door, disappointed with me, just as Father had always been.


“All right, St John. There’s something I have to tell you.”


Chapter 22