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?

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“More than possible.” He tipped up my chin and studied my eyes for a moment. “The reason why I went to America was to discover the brothers’ whereabouts and wrest the Flame from them.”


“Truly?” I rubbed my cheek against his hand, where it rested on my shoulder.


“Well, certainly not for me. I’d heard their praises sung from the time they came to live here. I bloody well could have lived without meeting the paragons in the flesh.”


“Perfection gets tiring, doesn’t it? So you learned that they’re dead?”


“William and John are. Arthur is alive, and I’ve brought him back to England. He didn’t have the Flame.”


“No, he’d traded it for a horse to return to his brothers.”


He shook his head, murmuring something as he dropped a kiss on my hair, then sighed. “I’m loath to be the one to tell you this, but the stone is still missing.”


Chapter 98