Welcome to my last Six Sentence Sunday from Hardly a Stranger. I’ve chosen the final six (ok, it’s 8 – sorry) to show just how annoying the Duke of Staines can be for Francis. Enjoy!
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Staines gestured to his partially covered chest and grimaced. “Well, whoever it is can wait a little longer. I’m hardly presentable.”
“You want to dress? Now?” Francis set his hands to his hips. “For Gods sake, Ambrose, you almost died. Appearances can go to the devil.”
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Hardly a Stranger
The Duke of Staines has the worst luck in wives and lovers. A widow for fifteen years, Ambrose is busy running his gentleman’s club, snatches pleasure from transient lovers, and relies on Francis Redding to provide intelligent companionship between social engagements. There is only one problem with his relationship with Redding; the man would make the perfect lover, if only he wasn’t a dependant servant.
Life-long footman to the Duke of Staines, Francis Redding, is hardly a stranger to the disappointment of unreachable dreams or the duke’s unorthodox love life. He’s lived in the duke’s shadow for most of his life, trained as a surgeon at his request, too, and has all too frequently kept the duke out of trouble. It’s not a bad life for a farmer’s son, until the duke’s luck runs out.
This story is a steamy regency romance.
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