A Nobleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel (The Doomsday Books, #2)

by K.J. Charles

Rufus sat for a moment, thinking about Luke Doomsday awake and two rooms away. He was so bright, in every way. The hair, the intelligence, the vibrant force of personality. A bright spark in a dark house, worth his weight in gold, and Rufus would be a damned fool to jeopardise that simply because he couldn’t stop noticing the man. Rufus wasn’t generally speaking a slave to his desires. He’d been a late developer in the petticoat line; he’d felt no urge to trouble the camp-followers, and nobody had troubled him, since he hadn’t been a pretty youth, but rather an awkward, bulky lout. He had discovered tupping in due course, but he also discovered he only cared for it when he liked his partner, when you could share a laugh and you both enjoyed yourselves. He couldn’t see the point of putting his prick in someone for whom he had no affection, as a merely physical act. In short, where his fellows all seemed to have spent years in thrall to the beast with two backs, Rufus had never found it particularly compelling. That was probably a blessing, given his desires had always seemed to run towards men. He’d assumed he’d eventually meet a woman who would spark his interest, or at least those interests, enough for marriage, but that was yet to happen. At the age of thirty-three, Rufus thought he might be set in his ways, and wasn’t troubled by the fact. It was his body and he’d use it as he pleased, whether that was with men or with nobody at all. He’d been entirely content with that...