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

“Of course. You’re welcome to dine with us.” I was surprised I didn’t choke on the words.


“Beg pardon, m’lord,” the chauffeur said. “What time do you wish me to return for you and her ladyship?”


“No need for you to cut your evening short, Franklin,” Lord Pennington assured him heartily.


“Oh, quite welcome. Happy New Year.”


“And to you and your ladyship.” He touched his cap and left.


“How do you plan to get home, Gr-” St John stumbled over the word. “Grandfather?”


Lady Pennington turned her hazel gaze on me. “Perhaps you’d be so kind as to drive us home, young man?”


“Sorry, Grandmother. My Jaguar only seats two.”


“Pity.” She eyed me with interest. “You drive a Jaguar?”


“We’ll telephone for a car when we’re ready to leave,” Lord Pennington said.


“Very well, my dear.” She turned back to me. “Perhaps another time you’ll take me for a drive.”


Chapter 38