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

“Yes, he’s with us once more. We’ll need water for shaving.”


Kincaid poked his head around Geo. “I’m glad to see you’re more the thing, sir.”


“Shall I tell her ladyship you’ll both be down for dinner?”


“Very good, sir. I’ve lain out your dinner clothes, Mr Geo, and when I return, I’ll see to Sir Ashton’s.”


“Splendid. Thank you.” Geo closed the door and turned to me.


“You’re looking very solemn, sir.” I patted the bed beside me. “Come join me.”


He limped toward the bed but hesitated. “Ashton, I’ve no wish to distress you, but…but I find I must ask you something.”


I couldn’t help myself. I burst into laughter. “Have you seen Mrs Johnson?”


“Don’t be difficult. You’ve said yourself the boy is only five. You could easily have fathered him on a young lady and given him to the Johnsons to bring up.”


Chapter 99