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348 pages, Paperback
First published June 8, 2021
“One knows things are bad when one's blackmailer sympathizes.”Percy, aka Lord Holland, has a lot on his plate - his father is a total bastard, his stepmother (aka his best friend in the world) is in an extremely precarious position, and there seems to be a rather persistent blackmailer afoot as well.
Kit, aka a former highwayman, has a lot on his plate - a crippling injury takes him out of the field, he's lost just about everyone he holds dear, and a high strung noble burst into his coffee shop with demands.
"I used to think that revenge was about defending one’s honor, but it turns out that honor is just spite dressed up for Sunday."
Well, perhaps one last gig wouldn't be too bad...
“Strip or I’m cutting those breeches off you.”
Percy raised his eyebrows. “In another context that would have been a very fun game indeed.”
I've read a few historical queer romances and they never quite hit. This one was pretty darn good.
"Whatever they had between them, for all its confusion, was good, and it was theirs, and they should take it."
Webb frequented neither church nor tavern nor anywhere even remotely interesting. Percy had become momentarily intrigued when he realized how often Webb went to the baths, but the man seemed to spend his time there actually bathing, so Percy resumed being unimpressed.
–and–
Kit was usually very good at controlling this sort of urge. Hopping into bed with attractive strangers had never appealed to him very much anyway. It always seemed like a lot of hassle {anachronism; coinage not attested until 1945} and risk for pleasure that never quite lived up to one's expectations. And that was with women; with men things were even more complicated because a heaping great dose of danger was thrown into the bargain.
“I used to think that revenge was about defending one’s honor, but it turns out that honor is just spite dressed up for Sunday.”
–and–
Percy realized he had had it all wrong when he told Kit that honor is just spite dressed up; spite was honor when it was the only weapon you had against someone more powerful.
“i used to think that revenge was about defending one’s honor, but it turns out that honor is just spite dressed up for sunday.”