Breathless Press – Adonis
ISBN: 978-1-77101-163-1 * Word Count: 27 484 * Heat Rating: 1
Releases: December 6, 2013
Christopher Whyte never had any desire to hold a respected position in the Langholm household. After all, during his youth, he had once been caught trying to pickpocket the former Earl, yet somehow, circumstances have lead to him becoming the valet of the new Earl. However, with the arrival of Alexander Harrington, the new Earl of Langholm, Kit is reminded of the bittersweet memories and unwanted emotions that he thought he had buried long ago. Then, an unexpected offer gives him a new perspective on his situation, and he must make a choice: a life of security and stability away from his new master, or one of unrequited love with him?
Alexander knows he shouldn't have come back. After fighting in the Crimean War, he is no longer the man he once was and as the Christmas Season nears, he is only further reminded of how foreign his home now feels. But it is his new valet, a man he vaguely remembers from childhood, who begins to rouse something within him —something sweetly tempting, yet undeniably forbidden, and when the possibility of losing Kit becomes all too real, he is forced to confront and beat his past demons.
Can a Christmas miracle restore his long lost faith before Kit is lost to him for all time?
"This isn't you. This isn't..."
Kit stopped, mouth agape. No sound came out. He couldn't say it. He couldn’t say it here...could he?
"Isn't what, Kit?" the earl growled.
"This isn't my Lord Alex!" The moment those words left his tongue, his whole world seemed to tilt on its axis. His heart thudded loudly in his ears, and his whole body suddenly became overly heated.
Lord Alex watched him with hooded eyes, his expression unreadable. "Your Lord Alex?" he repeated quietly, slowly. "Since when was I ever your Lord Alex?"
Knowing that his brief lapse in judgment had inevitably altered their tenuous relationship, Kit let go of the other man's arm and took a step back. He lowered his head and stared down at the fine Aubusson rug, the very picture of deference. Regret, like an overwhelming tidal wave, washed over him. "I-I'm sorry, my lord. I misspoke."
Kit felt the weight of the other man's eyes on him. His skin tingled and his stomach clenched at the scrutiny. He heard a dull clunk, and assumed Lord Alex had finally put down his glass.
"No, no, I don't think you did," the earl said. The tone was casual, but Kit recognized a rawness in it he had never heard.
He looked back up, and before he knew what was happening, Lord Alex had closed the distance between them and seized his lips. He stiffened at the unexpected contact. His first reaction was to pull away, to stop this madness before the both of them became lost to it. But something, some pure, unadulterated need, overtook him, and for once, his body and its desires dictated his actions rather than his head.
Not knowing what she wanted to be when she grew up, Kay Fraser graduated from university with an eclectic combination of bachelor's degrees (Biology, Education, and Computing Science). When she isn't busy working full-time as a systems analyst in the corporate sector, she can be found: pretending to be an amateur foodie by trying new restaurants, appeasing her competitive nature by doing marathons and triathlons, managing her aggression issues by training for her third degree black belt in taekwondo, and of course, indulging her soft ooey-gooey center by writing stories with a healthy dose of romance. She currently has two M/M romantic short stories (A Fairy's Tale, and The Other Side of Midnight) published under the pseudonym G.O. Noce.