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

“Sorry?” I opened the door of the pantry, stuck my head in, and did a fast tally. “There are some carrots and potatoes in here. And I believe Mrs Harris picked up some celery; it should be in the crisper. Will they be of any use?” I stayed out of the kitchen as much as possible. Although I could cook if I had to, I wasn’t very good at it. In point of fact, if it was my turn to cook, the Siblings generally found other places to be.


“Yes, that will be fine. Robert, I think we shall need something to tide us over until dinner is ready, cheese and biscuits perhaps?” He was looking away from me, but distress was apparent in the sound of his voice and written in every line of his body.


I became very still. Obviously, he wanted a response. “St John. Did I really mean what?”


Chapter 33