“Yes, I hate what I am at times, but at least I accept myself enough to realise that I can’t lie my… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“After a long time, Murdo’s voice emerged, quiet and careful. “Was it your first kiss?” “Yes. His too.” David” — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“This is my box, and Mr. Lauriston is my guest,” he said. “He will sit beside me.” For a moment, David just… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“A man will fight for hate for a long time, but he will fight for love to the death.” — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“I do not underestimate it—love is stronger. A man will fight for hate for a long time, but he will fight for… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Murdo paused a moment to look at him, his gaze eating up the picture David presented, lingering on the hard, aching shaft… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“And besides all that, he’d tasted, if only once in his life, real, honest passion. With Murdo Balfour. How could he regret… — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“I can’t remember the last time someone intrigued me as you do.” He” — Joanna Chambers Copy Share Image
“Then he smiled, a wide attractive smile. “And it has to be said—you’re the prettiest lad I’ve seen in a long time.” — 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
