Tuesday, July 28, 2015

COVER REVEAL: Beyond the Surface (Book 1 The Breakfast Club) by Felice Stevens #Excerpt

AVAILABLE AUGUST 17, 2015
Cover Artist: Reese Dante


Blurb
On 9/11, firefighter Nick Fletcher’s world changed forever. He's unable to rid himself of survivor’s guilt, made worse by the secret he hides from his family and co-workers. Nick's life is centered around helping burn victims, until he is reunited with the man he’d once loved but pushed away. Now he has a second chance at a love he thought lost forever.

For fashion designer Julian Cornell, appearances mean everything. His love affairs are strictly casual, and the only thing he cares about is making his clothing line a success. A chance encounter with the man he loved long ago has Julian thinking for the first time in years there may be more to life than being seen at the best parties and what designer labels to wear.

When Julian’s world takes an unexpected turn, it's Nick who helps him regain perspective on what matters most in life. Julian, in turn, helps Nick accept who he is and understand he isn’t responsible for tragedies he couldn't prevent. Lost love found can be even sweeter the second time around and after all the years apart, both men learn to look beyond the surface to find the men they are inside.
 

Excerpt

Julian was in the kitchen, sitting on one of the stools by the counter. He had a glass in front of him filled with what Nick presumed was vodka, having spied the Grey Goose bottle.
“Would you like a drink? I have beer, wine…anything you’d like.”
Nick shook his head, regret piercing his heart as he watched the hope drain from Julian’s eyes.
“I don’t think so. I’m going to head home. I want you to know how much I appreciate what you did for Jamal tonight.”
Julian stood abruptly, kicking the stool away from his feet.
“Don’t treat me like I’m some fucking stranger, Nicky. You owe me. It’s been eighteen years; you think I’m going to let you walk out on me again like you did before? After what just happened between us? After you fell apart? No fucking way. I’m not that same person and neither are you, obviously.”
Taken aback by Julian’s anger, Nick remained mute.
“What the hell is going on with you? One minute you’re tongue fucking me into the next century and the next you’re freaking out. I know I’m a damn good kisser, but this isn’t about us, is it? It has nothing to do with our past and everything to do with you and the shit that’s floating around in your head.”
Julian stepped closer to him and Nick, who normally couldn’t stand people near him, was rooted to the floor, unable to move.
“Talk to me, Nicky. Tell me what happened to you.”
He was so tired of holding himself together, feeling like at any moment he’d shatter into a million tiny pieces, leaving nothing behind but a pile of dust.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The words poured out of him, flowing unchecked this time. “It should’ve been me. We all went to the Towers to save them. It was my day off, but I went anyway. I heard and couldn’t stay home; I had a duty to help, you know? But I lived and they all died. Why, Julian? Why did I live and they didn’t?”
“Oh, Nick.” Julian held him close. “I don’t have the answers for you. No one does. But I’m going to be completely selfish and say I’m so thankful you did make it and we’re here together after all these years.”
Unflinching green eyes gazed back at him. Clever, beautiful eyes that Nick could never stop dreaming of. Eyes that at one time had held the promise of forever, until Nick ruined everything with his cowardice and shame. Unable to maintain Julian’s scrutiny, Nick broke away and ran to the elevator, his chest heaving, eyes stinging with tears.
“Let me out. I need to leave here. NOW.”

MARK TO READ ON GOODREADS: Beyond the Surface GR

Monday, July 27, 2015

Book of the Week: Confessions of A Wild Heart by Kade Boehme

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US Army PFC Jase Emery, on leave in Germany, sees Ase Ramirez for the first time with a camera to his face. Ase’s wild child ways provide a welcome distraction for Jase. But their weekend of fun ends abruptly when Ase’s conservative family catches them. Through email, Ase and Jase are able to keep the link open. But that too comes to an end.

Jase was never able to live up to his parent’s expectations like his brother was. He didn’t stay and work the family ranch, or marry. He saw the world. His return from serving in the Army changed nothing, he wanted to be free to live his own life. But the death of his father and his mother’s failing health force him to come home and live a life in the closet as a local Sheriff Deputy so he can take care of his family… Until Ase makes a surprising return.

After his family caught Ase and Jase together, Ase worked hard at getting the heat off himself. His occasional thoughts of Jase and their amazing weekend dwindle as life and family take the forefront.

When Ase and Jase come face to face again, it isn’t easy. Insecurities, and a hurt that have only grown with time make it hard to see the future.Can their friendship blossom into something more? With Ase’s wild side reappearing from the shadows and major trust issues, can he and Jase, with huge obstacles of his own, learn to forgive, move on, and find a peace they both so desperately want… together?


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 REVIEW

I read a lot of books. I’ve read a lot of Kade Boehme’s books. This one has to be one of his best. Ase is layers upon layers. The depth Kade gives this character is breathtaking. Jase and Ase are not Prince Charmings and this story isn’t a typical fairytale. It’s gritty, heartbreaking, consuming, and profound.
This world is bigger than we give it credit for. There are things that happen out there, in the dark that we don’t realize. Jase and Ase are both on a journey. There’s shady times, there’s bright times, and there is life changing times. What happens when you meet someone who is meant for you but getting to that happily ever after feels almost impossible? Jase can’t fight Ase’s demons when his own are trying to drag him down.
I adore how Kade is so spot on with every emotion and situation. The flow for Confessions of a Wild Heart is flawless.
I sat in the middle of my bed, wine, used tissues, and a lot of cursing. Ice cream was my balm LOL. I love being that affected by a book. I love crying with the characters, living, loving, breaking. It takes one hell of an author to pull out these feelings and come full circle.
I just don’t feel this review does this book justice. I want it to so badly. You really need to experience it. I mean that, experience it. It’s so much more than just a story.

 

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Promotional Post: Make Me Believe by Jenna Kendrick #Review #Giveaway

Author: Jenna Kendrick
Published July 21, 2015
Word count: 10,000

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With Tyler ready to move on, Drake’s run out of second chances.
Tyler Bryant and Drake Sutton met one day on the beach in Oahu and never parted—until Drake was offered the movie role of a lifetime and abandoned Ty to pursue fame and fortune. Tyler has moved on to another beach in another country, but he’s left his heart behind. And yet, every time Drake shows up he can’t help but let him back into his life. When he gets a familiar phone call, Tyler vows this is it, one last hook-up to provide a lifetime’s worth of memories.
Drake Sutton is tired of living a lie when it means not having the love of his life by his side. This booty call is going to be his last—because he’s determined to get Tyler back for good. But Drake’s going to have to go way off-script to make Ty believe.
 Review
Make me Believe is a debut book in fiction for Jenna Kendrick. I have to say, she's going to absolutely be one to watch for. As far as grammar and flow/pacing, she rocked it. Her characters have wonderful depth and the emotion of each situation just soaks through you. This is a second chance story and who doesn't love those? Tyler and Drake, oh those boys!!! You can't help but love them and cheer them on throughout. I love when you're reading a book and as the reader you're all, "Dude, you're screwed. It's love and I can't wait for you to realize it's forever." The climax to that moment needs to be executed perfectly and Jenna does just that! So, be sure to check this book out and keep your eyes out for more from her.
  Author Bio
Jenna Kendrick writes new adult and contemporary male/male romance, her favorite genre to read. She lives in Upstate New York, where she spends the better part of the year trying to stay warm and dry. When she’s not writing, she reads, has lost count of the number of times she’s watched The Princess Bride and The Avengers, and drinks more coffee and tea than she’d care to admit. She shares her home office with her dog, Tally, and her cats, Loki and Tamiris. The rest of the house is also occupied by her husband and two children.

Jenna spent most of her class time in high school writing bad poetry and short stories in which her teachers were the villains. She began writing in earnest in college. She developed an interest in reading romance novels when she spent a semester in Spain with a friend who had filled half her suitcase with historical romances (the other half held two changes of clothes and chocolate bars). Those books proved to be a gateway to contemporary, paranormal, and all manner of other sub-genres, but she found her true home as both a reader and writer when she read her first male/male romance, Collision Course by K.A. Mitchell.

In addition to fiction, Jenna also writes nonfiction technical books under another name. But writing male/male romance is her favorite way to spend all those rainy days.

 

Twitter: @jennakendauth
 
 Giveaway
Jenna Kendrick will gift 3 people an ebook copy of Make Me Believe
To enter fill out the rafflecopter below.  Contest will run until August 1st!! Winners will be emailed so please be sure to check your spam.
Thank you to Jenna for this fabulous book and we all look forward to reading more from you.


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Saturday, July 25, 2015

Saturday Author Spotlight: Eileen Griffin #Interview #Giveaway

I have the amazingly talented, unicorn loving, wonderful Eileen Griffin on my blog today for my Saturday Author Spotlight!!! I adore this woman. Her work is thoroughly entertaining and she is truly one of the kindest people I know. Today we will take a look at some of her work, do an interview, and end it with a terrific giveaway. So, let's begin.


If you can't take the heat…

James Lassiter has had a crush on fellow culinary student Ethan Martin for three years, but has never had the guts to make a move. Putting himself out there is hard, especially when under the thumb–and wallet–of his overbearing parents. Now that bad boy chef Ethan–who is always vying with Jamie for best in class–is struggling with the pastry course, Jamie suddenly has a reason to reach out.

Ethan doesn't mean to be an ass–okay, so mostly he does–but even though he's secretly hot for Jamie, he sure as hell doesn't want help with pastry. Ever since his dad walked out, Ethan has been the one to hold things together and he's done fine on his own. Except that he can't get his cake to rise.

Jamie could be the answer to what Ethan's been missing his whole life–someone to depend on. But with the two competing for the same scholarship, things suddenly get too hot to handle. And if Jamie finds the strength to go for what he wants, he isn't about to settle for what he needs.


Because the way to a man's heart…

Eight years ago, the world was their oyster. Until, that is, competing chefs Ethan Martin and James Lassiter's hot and heavy relationship fizzled after Jamie left for an internship in Paris. Even though Jamie's career has taken off since his return to the States, with his own television show and a lot of fame, his feelings for Ethan have never quite gone away.

Ethan's culinary career has developed more slowly, but he's almost saved enough to buy the restaurant where he works and re-open it as his dream spot, Bistro 30. If only he could get the sexy chef who loved him and left him out of his mind.

But when someone starts sabotaging the restaurant and a fire threatens to take away everything Ethan holds dear, his only option is to rely on Jamie for help. Back in close quarters, the two men will have to find a way to work through their past if they hope to save the restaurant and their future.


When Donovan Ramsey comes home from yet another business trip he realizes he and his long-term boyfriend, Nate Pearson, have drifted apart. Donovan is used to engineering solutions in his career, but he’s stumped on how to fix his dwindling sexual relationship with Nate.

After a late night internet search, Donovan finds a place that might be exactly what they need to rekindle the romance in their relationship. There’s just one catch: the idyllic Cooper Mountain Bed and Breakfast specializes in BDSM for couples.

Over the course of the weekend, the two men experience a taste of what the BDSM lifestyle has to offer. Will that taste lead to a stronger connection between Nate and Donovan, or will it ultimately be their undoing?

Be Warned: m/m sex, BDSM, public exhibition






INTERVIEW

Thank you, Eileen for being here today. As a fan of your work this is awesome, as your friend it’s sort of cool. I get to ask you anything I want and you have to answer because you won’t want to hurt my feelings *laughs* Kidding! I have some questions. Lotsa fun you’ll see. I’m always all over the place so when you think you’re safe or that you know where I’m going with this, I’ll see something shiny. Here we go.

Eileen: *dies laughing* I’m in trouble now, huh? Firstly, thanks so much for having me on your blog - I’m pumped you asked me! As for the questions, I guess I’m ready. Maybe? Hopefully? God, what have I gotten myself into?

How has publishing a book now changed from your very first publication? Emotions, the process?

Eileen: Wow, you don’t pull any punches, do you? As far as publishing goes, I might have a different perspective than some people currently writing/publishing their work. My dad was in the publishing business for over thirty years (first with one of the Big Five, then independently repping multiple smaller presses), so the book world has always been a part of my life. I remember wondering what it would feel like to write/publish my own writing, but never thought it would happen. When my first novella was published (co-written with my best friend and co-author Nikka Michaels), I think I was shocked that something I’d created was actually out there for people to read. After the shock wore off, I was scared senseless. There’s a certain fear that goes along with putting a piece of yourself out there for people to either love or hate. I can honestly say that part doesn’t get any easier. Sure, there’s a thrill that goes into publishing a book for people to (hopefully) enjoy, but I still get knots in my stomach every single time a book goes live. On a side not, actually holding a physical copy of one of my books in my hands is beyond surreal. The first thing I did once I opened the package was cry; then I took pictures of them from every angle and sent them to my friends. Yeah, that part never gets old J

Every writer has that one thing they do as a writer, a bad habit, what’s yours?

Eileen: Oh, god. I have sooo many! Probably my worst is letting myself get distracted by my friends online or allowing myself to get sidetracked by something that needs to be done at home. That’s why I love writing/working at my local Starbucks. I can have all the coffee I want (I get the cheapest cup, then splurge the $ .50 for refills while I’m there) and I’m actually focused on what I need to accomplish. (I’m currently at my Starbucks right now working on this. I know, I’m a huge dork.)

Tell us some of the best things about being a writer and some experiences you’ve had during?

Eileen: One of the absolute best things about being a writer is being a part of the M/M genre community, hands down. From the authors to the bloggers/reviewers to the readers, it is the most accepting and nurturing group of people I’ve ever met. In addition to my awesome community, I have to say one of the best things (personally) about being a writer is getting to write with my best friend, Nik. Writing, by nature, is a solitary endeavor. Having someone I can plot with, rant and cry to, and create worlds with is priceless. She’s my better half and I can’t imagine doing any of this without her there to share it with me.
One of the best experiences I’ve had thus far was attending GRL 2014 in Chicago last year. Not only did I get to fangirl and fawn over my favorite authors, but I spent the whole weekend around people who loved and were excited about the same things I was. Words can never do the experience justice. Simply put, it was a life-changing experience for me. Sadly, I won’t be able to attend GRL 2015 in San Diego later this year, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed (and already setting aside money for) GRL 2016.

You collaborate with Nikka Michaels a lot. An equally wonderful writer. I get asked this question, I don’t know why but I do, how does it work, collaborating? One person write one chapter the other the next?

Eileen: Trust me, we get asked that question all the time. Let me first say, co-writing isn’t for everyone. It takes a tremendous amount of patience, give-and-take, and trust to let someone into your fictional world and play with your babies. That said, I can’t imagine co-writing with anyone except Nik. Don’t get me wrong, we are polar opposites on so many things: I’m a plotter while she’s a pantser; I get OCD about sticking to the outline while she fully embraces deviating from the plan to include something we hadn’t originally thought about; I ramble while she … well, yeah, she rambles too. Regardless of how many differences we have, though, Nik understands me on a visceral level. We often finish each other’s sentences, and she’s the one person I go to when I’ve had a bad day and need a virtual cuddle. If we could only eliminate the two thousand miles that separate us, life would be perfect and we’d be able to crank out a helluva lot more books.
As far as how we manage co-writing, when we outline a work (okay, when I outline a work and Nik keeps me from jumping off the ledge from stressing about it) each one of us usually gets a feel for one of the characters. Since we write in alternating POVs, each one of us takes our character and writes that scene/chapter. However, no plan is perfect and sometimes life has a way of screwing with our best intentions. I’ve taken on chapters from her character(s) and vice-versa, as well as us handing off certain scenes we either “don’t feel” or are having a problem with. Again, trust is imperative for this to work and there is no person I trust more than Nik.

Your In the Kitchen series… So, did you watch a lot of Hells Kitchen or any of those cooking shows when you were blocked? Or was that how the idea for that series came to be?

Eileen: Both Nik and I LOVE food. There are people who eat to live; I’m pretty sure Nik and I live to eat. For me, I didn’t turn to any of those shows (even though “Chopped” is one of my all-time favorite cooking shows) while I was writing. Watching anything that’s too similar to what I’m writing hinders me more than helps me. However, I love cooking. Being in the kitchen and preparing something other people will enjoy is a high for me. So, when I needed inspiration or ideas for the cooking scenes in our In The Kitchen series, I pulled on every memory/experience I’ve had of being in my own kitchen to help pull the scene together.
The series originally came from an idea Nik had about a chef and food critic who didn’t exactly see eye to eye. From that idea, Jamie and Ethan were born, with Claire, Tyler and Trevor emerging along the way. As for the cooking challenges in Book 1: In The Raw, that idea actually came from a scholarship competition we found on a culinary institute’s website. We were immediately drawn to the idea of using something like that for young Ethan and Jamie and it ultimately became one of the central conflicts for them.

What are your comfort foods?

Eileen: Have I mentioned I love food? My favorite comfort foods are coffee (I’d mainline it if I could), chocolate, and wine (it’s one of the basic food groups, right?) while I’m writing or am stressed about writing.  As far as true comfort food goes, whenever I’m down or not feeling well, my mom makes me homemade chicken and dumplings (although I can’t stand anyone else’s chicken and dumplings - just my mom’s), I love soups of any kind, and lots of Tex-Mex.

Are you attending any conferences or whatnot this year?

Eileen: Sadly, I’m not L  Financially, this year has been a tough one. House stuff, car stuff, and an overwhelming amount of vet bills have cut out any long-distance travel I wanted to do this year.  I’m already budgeting for GRL 2016, but outside of that I’ll just have to wait and see.

Do you prefer Kindle or good old fashion paperbacks?

Eileen: Both, but lately I’m glued to my Kindle. I grew up in a house full of books. Literally. Floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall, closets crammed full of books. However, since I almost exclusively read M/M or gay fiction, it’s easier to get my crack … um, I mean books in e-format.

Can you tell us about your future projects?

Eileen: I’m currently working on Book 4 of the In The Kitchen series, Books 2 and 3 of the Cooper Mountain series (both with Nikka Michaels), as well as two WIPs that I’ve already outlined and have been working on (slowly) by myself that I hope to finish within the next year.

If you had one week to travel anywhere, all expenses paid, for book research, where would you go?

Eileen: Hands down, the UK, mostly focusing on London with some day trips for the surrounding towns/cities. London is one of my favorite cities in the world, one that no matter how many times I’ve visited I’m always trying to find ways to go back. One summer I was lucky enough to spend 3 ½ weeks driving/backpacking around the UK (from south of London to the north of Scotland and down through Wales) - it was one of the best summers of my life. I can’t explain it, but from the very first time I set foot on British soil, I felt like I’d finally found a hidden piece of me I hadn’t known was missing. I would LOVE to have enough time (and the forethought) to take a week just to do research so I could set a book there and have it be realistic/believable. One day 

How can people, fans, readers, stalkers, follow your work? Website, social media etc…

Thank you so much, Eileen for being here and indulging me with these questions. I love your works and look forward to more from you.

Eileen: Thanks so much for hosting me today .  It was a blast answering your questions and I’m completely honored to be on your blog! 


 GIVEAWAY

Eileen will be gifting one person book 1 and 2 of her In The Kitchen Series, that she co-writes with the brilliant Nikka Michaels.  Simply enter the rafflecopter below. Contest will run until Friday, July 31st. Winner will be emailed so please remember to check your spam.

I want to thank Eileen for being here today and for humoring me with all my questions! 




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Thursday, July 23, 2015

The Layered Mask by Sue Brown #Excerpt #Prologue



Threatened by his father with disinheritance, Lord Edwin Nash arrives in London with a sole purpose: to find a wife. A more than eligible bachelor and titled to boot, the society matrons are determined to shackle him to one of the girls by the end of the season.

During a masquerade ball, Nash hides from the ladies vying for his attention. He is discovered by Lord Thomas Downe, the Duke of Lynwood. Nash is horrified when Downe calmly tells him that he knows the secret Nash has hidden for years and sees through the mask Edwin presents to the rest of the world.



And then he offers him an alternative.

 An extended version of the first edition published by Silver Publishing, 2012.
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Excerpt:
Introduction



THE GENTLEMEN’S Club in Mayfair existed to provide a service for a certain kind of gentleman. Nobility and aristocracy, politician or Royal, its members were men who would be reviled in polite society if their secret were to be become known in the public domain. The men would definitely be imprisoned and possibly worse. The club didn’t have a name as such, but those that needed its sanctuary were welcomed and given a chance to relax with other men of nobility who shared the same secret. No woman ever stepped over the threshold, and all the servants were discreet and professional. They also shared the same proclivities. It was as much a safe place for them as it was for the members.

Asher and Leicester, long-time friends though never lovers, had recognized a need for such a sanctuary many years ago and purchased the building. The club offered a formal dinner one night a week, many courses produced by a chef who each member had tried to tempt away but to no avail. If an outsider visited, they would have seen nothing but a group of gentlemen enjoying an evening together away from their wives and families. The rest of the week, the members were welcome to partake of food at any time of day in a less formal setting.

There were bedrooms, as sumptuously decorated as the dining area. Nothing that took place in those rooms was ever discussed. Asher and Leicester guarded members’ secrets as closely as their own. This wasn’t a brothel or a molly house. Boys weren’t available for the members. This was a club for friends and lovers. Not even their families—especially not their families—knew about the club’s raison d’être.

This was the Gentlemen’s Club.


                                                         Prologue



Downe



“GOOD EVENING, Downe.”

Thomas Downe, the present Duke of Lynwood, smiled at the greeting from his friend. “Evening, Leicester. I’m surprised to see you here. The weather has been foul.”

Lord Leicester sat in the high wing-back chair next to his. They were the closest to the fire in the large study, and Downe appreciated the warmth after the chill of the winter’s day. “I was in London to see my solicitor. The rain was so heavy I’ve delayed my return to the country for a day or two. Can’t afford to lose another carriage to the mud.”

“Or the horses,” Downe said.

At the start of the winter, Leicester had been lucky to survive a serious accident after a landslip that had cost him a new carriage and pair.

“Or the horses,” Leicester agreed. “I thought I was going to lose my stable master. He was distraught after the accident. It was only the gift of Gideon’s foal that calmed him down.”

Downe smiled at his friend. “I’m only too pleased to restore calm in your household.”

Gideon was Downe’s prize bay stallion and giving his first foal was no small gift, but then Leicester was no ordinary friend. Downe would have given twice that to have his friend happy and laughing next to him.

Leicester looked speculatively at Downe. “If you don’t mind me saying, you look a little gloomy.”

“I—” Downe expelled a long breath. “I can’t deny I feel a little below par today.”

“For any particular reason?” Leicester smiled and murmured his thanks as a footman brought a pot of coffee and set it at the small table by his elbow.

Downe waited until the footman had poured the coffee and retreated before he answered. “’Twas my birthday a sennight ago.”

“Seven-and-twenty.” Leicester smiled. “I remember.”

“You always remember, my dear friend. You sent me a fine red.”

“More than one, as I recall. But why should that make you gloomy?”

Downe huffed loudly. “The Valentine’s Ball is in a few days.”

Leicester groaned just as loudly. “You think I don’t know? Charlotte and Elizabeth have driven me to distraction with their preparations.”

“They are coming?” Downe was surprised. Leicester’s wife and children spent most of the year in the country, none of them having a taste for Town.

“My eldest grandchild is being presented this year. They will be in town for the season.”

“I had no idea she was old enough to be presented to the king. The last time I saw, she was a mere slip of a thing.” Life was flying by far too quickly for Downe’s liking.

“To me she’s still a mere slip of a thing, as are you, my friend.”

Downe shook his head. “I am getting old, Monty. It is time I took a wife and started a family.”

Leicester frowned. “What brought this on? I thought matrimony was the last thing on your mind.”

“I’m….” Downe trailed off. In truth, the thought of a wife and squalling brats made him feel nauseated, but Leicester knew that as well as he did.

“Lonely?” Leicester suggested gently.

“Sometimes,” Downe agreed.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve been involved with anyone.”

“Over three years aside from the occasional visit to the Blue.”

The end of Downe’s last relationship had been so vicious, it had curdled his desire for another for a while. But “for a while” had extended beyond Downe’s expectations as he had dealt with the loss of his parents and his sister had been widowed and returned to the family household. The Blue, a brothel he had been visiting for many years, satiated his physical desires. The madam was handsomely paid to supply his demands and keep her mouth shut.

Leicester frowned, his green eyes fierce. “You don’t want a wife, Thomas.”

Downe smiled at him. “You only call me Thomas when you think I’m being stupid.”

“Or when we made love.”

Downe didn’t bother to look around to see if anyone was listening. They were in a safe place where they could be honest with each other. “Or when we made love. But that was a long time ago.”

Leicester leaned forward and took Downe’s hand. “Do you need…? We could go upstairs.”

Downe looked at their entwined hands. Despite the fact Leicester was fifteen years older than him, he was one of the most attractive men Downe had ever met, his dark hair graying slightly at the temples and green eyes framed by long lashes. A few years ago, he would have jumped at the opportunity to take Leicester to bed. As a young man, Downe had fallen desperately in love with Leicester, but age had brought wisdom and more than a little resignation. The attraction between them was mutual and occasionally flared into something physical, but they weren’t destined for anything long-term because Leicester’s heart belonged to someone else. Downe accepted their friendship as a blessing because Leicester had shown him how to be the man he was today.

He brushed the back of Leicester’s knuckles. “I am tempted,” he admitted, his voice hoarse in its honesty. “But it wouldn’t help. Not today.”

Leicester pressed a hot kiss into Downe’s palm. “I understand, my friend. I truly do.” He let go of Downe’s hand and sat back to signal for more coffee.

“If your wife is in town, will you be at the dinner tonight?” Downe asked.

“Of course. She has plans to visit my son. His wife is unwell, and she wants to check on her.”

“Will Asher be here?”

Leicester’s face softened as Downe mentioned the name of the man he had loved for over twenty years. They were the owners of the Gentlemen’s Club and an enigma Downe had never cracked. The love between them was passionate and fierce, but as far as everyone knew, they had never consummated it. They both had taken lovers over the years, yet their hearts remained only for each other.

“He will be.”

“I look forward to seeing him.”

Downe had been away from London for many weeks dealing with business interests at his various properties. He’d missed his weekly dinner at the club and looked forward to reconnecting himself with his friends. “Tell me what’s been happening.”

“Did you hear about Walsey?” Leicester asked.

“No.”

“He was found balls-deep in some young whore when he should have been in Parliament.”

Downe wrinkled his brow. The Walsey he knew was a terrible bore and someone to avoid at all costs. “Deadly-dull, God-fearing Walsey?”

“The very same.”

“So he can get it up for a young filly. Good for him.”

Leicester’s lips twitched. “It wasn’t a young filly.”

Downe’s eyes opened wide. “He was screwing a boy? The old hypocrite!” Downe had been subject to many a lecture on sodomy when he’d had the misfortune to cross paths with Walsey.

“Caught hook, line, and sinker by his wife.”

“Where is he now?”

Leicester sobered. “He’s in Newgate.”

The amusement slid off Downe’s face. All of them faced the possibility of the same nightmare. Being caught with a man and sentenced to hard labor—or worse.

“What’s going to happen to him?”

“His wife is determined to have her pound of flesh.”

“Is there something we can do?”

“I don’t know, my friend. I really don’t know.”

They both knew that attempting to intervene laid them open to the same kind of charges.

“We should be extra careful,” Downe said.

“I agree, but that doesn’t mean you need to take a wife. Even at your vast age of seven-and-twenty. You have plenty of time to make that decision.”

“You were married with two children by my age,” Downe pointed out.

“Because I knew I could never have Asher.” Leicester gave a wry smile. “My wife is a remarkable woman.”

“She knows.”

It wasn’t a question. Downe had met Leicester’s wife on more than one occasion, and he knew that she was, as Leicester said, a remarkable woman, aware of where her husband’s true heart lay. She accepted it for a stable marriage, a beautiful home, two children, and many dogs. Downe knew that many wives among his acquaintance did the same. He didn’t like imposing that on any woman, but the alternative…. The alternative was Walsey’s fate.

It didn’t stop him being lonely, though.