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by
K.J. Charles
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February 22 - February 24, 2019
“They wanted to join the circus,” she went on into her damp handkerchief. “They always loved tumbling and jumping, even when they were meant to be at prayer.
OMG. They're the Starling trapeze duo!!! The earl works in a circus and is in London.
The sheer gall of the wretch, exhorting a gentleman to honesty.
It had been child’s play to take Nathaniel Roy apart. Justin felt no guilt. He never felt guilty. Fuck them all:
Roy had spent his overbearing, self-righteous, privileged life denouncing vice, and Justin was vicious to the core.
He had a carnivore’s smile, sharp-toothed and vicious, and when it touched his eyes he looked like a fallen angel with no regrets.
The smile that lit Lazarus’s face was a terrible thing. Vicious, genuinely amused, conspiratorial, and wickedly sensual in the parting curve of his lips.
There were a few frantic seconds of thrusting, and something the same shape as kissing but nothing like it,
They were rutting like animals, still half clothed, every bit as much fight as fuck.
Lazarus’s lips parted in something between a kiss and a snarl.
he hadn’t expected a brush-off from a man still balls-deep in him. The damned nerve of it.
When a man announced he was a scoundrel, one should take him at his word.
He’d spent his entire life trying to achieve independence, and he’d done it so well that there wasn’t a living soul in London he could rely on.
He bent and kissed him.
WTF?!!?
In my experience, any helping hand is there to push you to your knees. Well, if I must kneel, I must, but I’m past pretending I want to.”
He looked, to his own unsparing gaze at least, like the big-eyed dirty child who’d have done anything for safety, the one he’d seen when he’d first looked in a mirror at the age of perhaps seven.
Kippers?” “I’d do murder for a kipper.” Nathaniel raised a brow. “That sounded heartfelt.” “You’d be amazed.”
Lol
Justin was a damaged man, with a tangled mess of pride, ruthlessness, obstinacy, and resentment grown like brambles around his heart and soul.
He’d always wanted to stand alone; he’d always thought of reliance on others as a house of cards, a fragile structure that could be pushed over at any time. And that was true: people betrayed, and left, and died. He hadn’t been wrong. Only, he hadn’t considered that a card on its own couldn’t stand at all.
