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

My lover felt my intense stare, and he shifted in his chair, uncomfortable at having a good deed caught out, then turned to face me, resolute. “Every child should have a Paddington Bear.”


“Of course they should. But why will Mrs Green be thanking us all?”


His gaze dropped to his plate, and he concentrated on the remains of his sandwich. “I told her it was from all of us,” he murmured in a soft voice. “Things have been so hectic these last weeks, and I knew neither you nor Andrew had the time to get the baby anything.”


“You are a wonder, d’you know that?”


His head shot up in surprise. “S-sorry?”


“Your father is a complete and utter fool for not seeing how very special you are.”


His green eyes looked like drowned emeralds, and he blinked furiously and averted his face. I was about to hook a finger under his chin and bring his gaze back to mine when the doorbell chimed.


St John sat up abruptly. “Could it be Andrew and…and Da’ric?”


Chapter 48