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

However, he stumbled to the chair behind his desk and sank into it instead, the expression in his eyes almost mad. “I do not believe it! I willnot believe it! He cannot be mine!”


“Uncle, if you do not mind, I believe I would like to leave now?” I pulled up my trousers and fastened them as Uncle James did the same. If I’d fought the Battle of Waterloo singlehanded, I wouldn’t have felt so emotionally exhausted. I wasn’t certain I would be able to make my way to Uncle James’s car. “Robert, may we go home?”


He slid an arm around me and sent an almost triumphant grin toward my father. “He called my home his.”


The joy in his voice caused me to blush. “Oh, but my dear—”


“Sorry, too late to take it back.” Robert kissed the hinge of my jaw, then extended his hand to Uncle James. “I’ll take those car keys now…Uncle.”  11


Chapter 47