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134 pages, Paperback
First published January 9, 2017
WANTED, A Gentleman of better character than he knows, who plays the Villain to the manner born. Prompt application to M.St.V. is greatly desired as a Promise remains to be kept.
"This has been a delightful interlude, but if you don't fuck me right now, I am going to set fire to your house. Consider yourself warned."
"Well, if you put it that way. How do you like it?"
"In."
"I'm trying to treat you with respect and consideration. The least you could do is stop playing the harlot."
"What makes you think I'm playing?"
[Martin] didn’t look while Theo changed into his nightshirt. That was probably because he was a decent man with morals who knew right from wrong.
Theo looked. He watched Martin pull his white shirt over his head, baring his deep chest, a rich glinting brown in the candlelight.



"I'm not doing this with spit," Martin said flatly. "Damned if I'm listening to you bitch about your arse all tomorrow as well." [Theo] "Oh, get on, will you? I've done worse." [...] "You are not going to share a bed with me and walk away saying 'I've done worse.' Martin's voice was slightly ragged and his eyes were fixed on Theo's with disturbing intensity. "That is not how I fuck."I was all in on this book, until there was a Big Reveal around 66% that seemingly came out of nowhere (not wanting to spoil the ending here) and while the ending was satisfactory, it sort of felt like a gothic romance.

“I was kept in the household, and freed on such generous terms that I have been able to prosper ever since, and how can I resent that?”
“That sounds to me the kind of generosity that could kill a man.”
“It is. It sticks in my throat like thistles, it chokes me.”
“I, uh, feel strongly about gratitude. Forced gratitude, I mean, the kind piled on your debt as added interest. To be ground underfoot and then told to be thankful the foot was not heavier – I hate it.”
He was quite clearly a grasping, untrustworthy, venal man who carried out a trade that Martin reacted to with baffled disdain.
He looked as though he'd fuck like a tomcat.