Ashton Laytham was a happy little boy until, at the age of seven, he lost his parents. Sent to Fayerweather to be brought up by his uncle and his uncle’s wife, he was perceived to be an unhappy, unlovable child. Shunned by family and servants and permitted no friends to visit, he grows to adulthood alone and aloof, with only an occasional illicit rendezvous to lighten his days. When his uncle dies, leaving the estate virtually bankrupt, it’s left to Ashton to make good on his uncle’s gaming debts and save Fayerweather. But how? The family talisman, worth thousands of pounds, has been stolen and the suspects vanished in the night, leaving Ashton to face the loss of the home he’s come to love. Geo Stephenson, who works in His Majesty’s civil service, has ghosts of his own. The product of a marriage of convenience, Geo has known all his life his father never loved his mother, and he vows that will never happen to him. Marked by a physical scar earned in battle, none of his previous lovers could bear looking at it without shuddering; his mental scars are due to the many friends lost in useless battles. Geo arrives with a fistful of Sir Eustace Laytham’s IOUs and a solution: Ashton accommodating him in bed, thereby paying off the debt. Attracted to Geo in spite of himself and desperate for any human kindness, Ashton agrees ... never expecting to lose his heart to a man who has sworn he’ll never give his. Can these two men find a measure of happiness together?

Bless Us With Content

“No, Sir Ashton. However, I rather imagine they weregenuine at one point.”


“Ah. And you think Uncle Eustace had ‘em switched?”


“Are you sure it wouldn’t be wiser to give the woman their value?”


He was shaking his head. “No, for then she would become curious. And there’s the possibility she might demand more to keep the circumstances under wraps.”


“You’re right. I still feel uneasy over it, but I’ll let myself be guided by you.”


“Thank you, sir. I have no wish to speak ill of the dead, but truthfully, that’s more than Sir Eustace did. Perhaps…”


I knew what he was thinking. Perhaps if Uncle had paid heed to what his man of business advised, the estate wouldn’t be in such poor condition.


“Is it true he was desirous of selling the Flame of Diabul, sir?”


Chapter 29