as he rolled them both till Kit ended up lying on top of him, giggling hysterically.
“Lout,” he accused breathlessly.
“What?” Henry exclaimed, feigning offence. “But you said I was the kindest, most tender—”
“All right, I spoke too soon!” Kit gasped. His stomach hurt from laughing, and his cheeks ached from smiling so hard. His heart felt good.
They gazed at one another, smiling like lovesick fools, and as the bubbling mirth melted away, Kit felt the warmth of a deeper, quieter joy.
“Kiss me, Henry,” Kit said.
And Henry obliged.
The End
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Enormous thanks to Sally Malcolm, Annika Martin and Amy Koetel for beta-reading this book and providing such valuable insights.
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He must master the wolf within…
Edinburgh, 1820.
Thirty years after leaving Scotland, Drew Nicol is forced to return when the skeleton of a monster is found. The skeleton is evidence of werewolves—evidence that Marguerite de Carcassonne, the leader of Drew’s pack, is determined to suppress.
Marguerite insists that Drew accompany her to Edinburgh. There they will try to acquire the skeleton while searching for wolf-hunters—wolf hunters who may be holding one of their pack prisoner.
But Drew has reason to be wary about returning to Edinburgh—Lindsay Somerville now lives there.
Lindsay who taught Drew about desire and obsession.
Lindsay who Drew has never been able to forgive for turning him.
Lindsay who vowed to stay away from Drew twelve years ago... and who has since taken drastic steps to sever the bond between them.
Marguerite's plan will throw Drew and Lindsay together again—and into a deadly confrontation with Lindsay’s enemy, Duncan MacCormaic. They will be tested to their limits and forced to confront both their past mistakes and their true feelings.
But it may be too late for them to repair the damage of the past. The consequences of Lindsay’s choices are catching up with him, and he’s just about out of time…
READ ON FOR A TASTER OF GENTLEMAN WOLF…
MacCormaic’s Keep, Achinvaig, Scotland March 1682
Awareness returned to Lindsay one sensation at a time. First, the dank, rough stone beneath his cheek. Then the stale, chill air of the dungeon.
The pain came last—when he tried to move his thin and wasted body. The agony of movement forced an inhuman noise from him, like the whimper of a dog.
A cur.
Swallowing, he tasted blood, sharp and metallic on his tongue. He tried to open his eyes but only managed the right one. The left stayed stubbornly closed. Not that there was anything to see down here.
The thick, soupy darkness of the dungeon was all too familiar to him. He’d lost track of how many years—or decades—he’d spent being thrown into and plucked out of this putrid hole, over and over. A plaything to be used for his master’s entertainment.
For all that time, his life had been nothing but shadows and madness and pain. And the pain was very far from being the worst of those things. Sometimes he even welcomed it. At least pain anchored him in the here and now. When it faded, there was nothing. Endless, immeasurable nothing, and no way of counting the hours or days or weeks.
An ordinary man would have perished long ago from such treatment, but Lindsay was no longer an ordinary man. Though what he now was, he did not fully understand.
When first he’d come to the Keep, he’d been a handsome, vain young officer, so fine in his uniform. So proud of his looks. He could scarcely remember that laughing, beautiful boy anymore. Over the decades of incarceration, his uniform had turned to rags and fallen from his wasted form. Now he was a sorry, naked creature, pale from lack of sun, his once shining dark hair grown matted and filthy.
He was physically stronger though. Many times’ stronger than