“You make me happy, David.” David stared at him, his throat clogged with emotion. “The feeling’s mutual,” he managed at last, his voice little more than a whisper.” — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Oil. It makes it easier.” Murdo crawled onto the mattress and straddled David’s thighs. His gaze was hot, his faint smile promising. “I’m going… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Murdo’s scent, earthy and male, was intoxicating. David held his lover open and lapped at the pinched edges of his hole, loosening and stimulating… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“There wasn’t a bit of innocence or purity in him. He was sinful and cynical. Unapologetic. He cared nothing for the world. He just… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Murdo twisted, rolling David onto his back and under him, and they wrestled for a minute, muscles straining, bodies pressing and sliding, a brief… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“To hell with what I deserve,” Murdo whispered. “All I want is you.” — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Yes, I hate what I am at times, but at least I accept myself enough to realise that I can’t lie my way through… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“David woke to birdsong, the smell of morning chocolate…and an aching arse. Opening” — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Who would look at him and guess what he was? A sodomite. Or almost a sodomite. Certainly in thought, if not quite yet in… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“The thought of you being dead—I realised I couldn’t bear it. Bad enough not to have you. But for you not to be alive… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Balfour kissed up the line of David’s throat and whispered harshly in his ear, “God, but I want to do everything to you. I… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“So…will I see you in Edinburgh, then, for the King’s visit?” Murdo paused, mid-step, at that question. He knew what he wanted. He knew… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“The knot of ropes that bound Murdo to his father was Gordian in its complexity and subtlety. Tonight, Murdo had swept a sword through… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“What might’ve happened to Lauriston in two long years? The man could have moved away from Edinburgh altogether. He might have married, or become… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Tell me,” Murdo said. “Will you come back here with me tonight, David? Will you come to my bed again?” And somehow, despite everything,… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
