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Jasper, just as Jasper loves him.
It takes Edmonton s marriage for Jasper to see he s been just as blind as Nate. Stubbornly
hoping for something that cannot be. Convinced a gentleman like Nate can never be more than
his client, Jasper retires.
Life in the country may be lonely, but with no one to please but himself, it s calm and
peaceful...until Nate shows up on his doorstep.
Enjoy the following excerpt for His Client:
All thoughts of Peter flew out of Nate s mind. The desolation that had hung over his head
like a damn thundercloud vanished as if it had never been there. He tore his gaze away from
Jasper and back to the garments on the bed.
If pressed to give an answer, they were two of his favorites, yet distinctly different in the
mood they set. One hinted, teased. The other was blatant, demanding. With black leather came
that wicked edge, and the small metal rings strategically positioned at the bottom of the corset
provided so many interesting opportunities. Yet the contrast of soft white linen over a hard male
body&
Lust spiked his senses. Spreading his legs wider, Nate reached down and adjusted himself,
giving his hardening cock what room could be found in the confines of his trousers. The shift.
The smile lingering at the corners of Jasper s mouth broadened. Reaching behind, he
grabbed the linen shift. Cock bobbing with each step, he crossed the distance separating them
and rounded the couch, stopping at the end table.
Any particular preferences this evening? Jasper asked, as casual as could be, wanting to
know if Nate had anything different in mind that he should be aware of.
He shook his head. No.
That casual acceptance was one of the many traits that drew him to Jasper. The man
indulged him with an openness he had never encountered with another. Nate was well aware his
tastes ran toward the eccentric. His acquaintances would think him fit for Bedlam if they knew
what went on in this room. And Peter& the man would likely never call Nate friend again. Yet
with Jasper, he felt completely free to voice any request without fear the man would think him an
oddity. And the stiff prick jutting from between Jasper s thighs indicated he enjoyed their time
together as much as Nate.
Long familiar with this particular game, Jasper pulled a small glass bottle of oil and a black
marble plug from the drawer and set them on the table. He reached up to slip the shift over his
head. White linen flowed over the perfect contours of his chest and abdomen, the length catching
on his prick. A little tug and the hem fluttered down, stopping just above his masculine calves.
Jasper righted the narrow straps on his shoulders with a flick of his fingers. He left the
delicate ribbon ties hanging loose at the top of the bodice. The garment was sized to fit the
dimensions of a woman s body, not the hard bulk of a man, and as such, the broad width of
Jasper s chest stretched the short V opening of the simple bodice, exposing a few more inches of
porcelain skin to Nate s hungry gaze.
Closing his eyes, Jasper dropped his arms to his sides. The fire in the hearth behind him
crackled. The golden light easily cut through the thin fabric, revealing the lines of Jasper s body
beneath the white linen. Six feet of stunningly gorgeous male. Narrow hips and strong, sleek
thighs. The shadow of the dark hair on his groin. The hard arch of his substantial arousal. No
doubt about it. Even with a smear of red rouge on his lips, just enough to stain them a shade
darker than their usual soft pink, Jasper was 100 percent a man.
On one occasion, Jasper had donned a crimson silk gown for him, and on another, black silk
stockings. Neither had even come close to masking his masculinity, yet still, they had been& too
much. But the shift& A grunt rumbled from Nate s chest. He could not explain it, but there was
just something incredibly erotic about it.
Jasper s broad chest expanded, and as he let out the breath, his entire posture changed. The
shifts so subtle, so fluid, Nate could not have pinpointed each one if he tried. But the overall
effect&
Absolutely amazing. Gone was the easy confidence, the self-assurance he usually wore like
a second skin. In its place, the distinct edge of uncertainty.
Long black lashes fluttered faintly against high cheekbones before slowly sweeping up to
reveal soft, innocent, light green eyes.
You called for me? Even his voice sounded different. A fragile hesitancy behind each
word.
Yes. He surveyed Jasper, taking a moment to orientate himself. The shift meant Jasper
would play the eager innocent to his experienced seducer. Though he had never seduced anyone
in his life, it was still a wonderfully wicked game. Even more so, since he did not have the
responsibility of a true innocent to contend with. He beckoned Jasper with a flick of his head.
Come closer.
For purchase links, check out Ava s website.
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Also by Ava March
Beyond Reckless
Bound by Deception
Bound Forever
Bound to Him
The Bound Series
Brook Street: Thief
Brook Street: Fortune Hunter
Brook Street: Rogues
Convincing Arthur
Convincing Leopold
From Afar
His Client
My True Love Gave to Me
Object of His Desire
Twas the Night, in the O Come All Ye Kinky anthology
About the Author
Ava March is a multi-published author of smoking hot M/M historical erotic romances. She
loves writing in the Regency time period, where proper decorum is of the utmost importance, but
where anything can happen behind closed doors.
Ava loves to hear from readers. You can find her at:
Website: AvaMarch.com
Blog: www.avamarch.blogspot.com
Goodreads: Ava_March
Facebook: avamarchbooks
Twitter: ava_march
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Jasper, just as Jasper loves him.
It takes Edmonton s marriage for Jasper to see he s been just as blind as Nate. Stubbornly
hoping for something that cannot be. Convinced a gentleman like Nate can never be more than
his client, Jasper retires.
Life in the country may be lonely, but with no one to please but himself, it s calm and
peaceful...until Nate shows up on his doorstep.
Enjoy the following excerpt for His Client:
All thoughts of Peter flew out of Nate s mind. The desolation that had hung over his head
like a damn thundercloud vanished as if it had never been there. He tore his gaze away from
Jasper and back to the garments on the bed.
If pressed to give an answer, they were two of his favorites, yet distinctly different in the
mood they set. One hinted, teased. The other was blatant, demanding. With black leather came
that wicked edge, and the small metal rings strategically positioned at the bottom of the corset
provided so many interesting opportunities. Yet the contrast of soft white linen over a hard male
body&
Lust spiked his senses. Spreading his legs wider, Nate reached down and adjusted himself,
giving his hardening cock what room could be found in the confines of his trousers. The shift.
The smile lingering at the corners of Jasper s mouth broadened. Reaching behind, he
grabbed the linen shift. Cock bobbing with each step, he crossed the distance separating them
and rounded the couch, stopping at the end table.
Any particular preferences this evening? Jasper asked, as casual as could be, wanting to
know if Nate had anything different in mind that he should be aware of.
He shook his head. No.
That casual acceptance was one of the many traits that drew him to Jasper. The man
indulged him with an openness he had never encountered with another. Nate was well aware his
tastes ran toward the eccentric. His acquaintances would think him fit for Bedlam if they knew
what went on in this room. And Peter& the man would likely never call Nate friend again. Yet
with Jasper, he felt completely free to voice any request without fear the man would think him an
oddity. And the stiff prick jutting from between Jasper s thighs indicated he enjoyed their time
together as much as Nate.
Long familiar with this particular game, Jasper pulled a small glass bottle of oil and a black
marble plug from the drawer and set them on the table. He reached up to slip the shift over his
head. White linen flowed over the perfect contours of his chest and abdomen, the length catching
on his prick. A little tug and the hem fluttered down, stopping just above his masculine calves.
Jasper righted the narrow straps on his shoulders with a flick of his fingers. He left the
delicate ribbon ties hanging loose at the top of the bodice. The garment was sized to fit the
dimensions of a woman s body, not the hard bulk of a man, and as such, the broad width of
Jasper s chest stretched the short V opening of the simple bodice, exposing a few more inches of
porcelain skin to Nate s hungry gaze.
Closing his eyes, Jasper dropped his arms to his sides. The fire in the hearth behind him
crackled. The golden light easily cut through the thin fabric, revealing the lines of Jasper s body
beneath the white linen. Six feet of stunningly gorgeous male. Narrow hips and strong, sleek
thighs. The shadow of the dark hair on his groin. The hard arch of his substantial arousal. No
doubt about it. Even with a smear of red rouge on his lips, just enough to stain them a shade
darker than their usual soft pink, Jasper was 100 percent a man.
On one occasion, Jasper had donned a crimson silk gown for him, and on another, black silk
stockings. Neither had even come close to masking his masculinity, yet still, they had been& too
much. But the shift& A grunt rumbled from Nate s chest. He could not explain it, but there was
just something incredibly erotic about it.
Jasper s broad chest expanded, and as he let out the breath, his entire posture changed. The
shifts so subtle, so fluid, Nate could not have pinpointed each one if he tried. But the overall
effect&
Absolutely amazing. Gone was the easy confidence, the self-assurance he usually wore like
a second skin. In its place, the distinct edge of uncertainty.
Long black lashes fluttered faintly against high cheekbones before slowly sweeping up to
reveal soft, innocent, light green eyes.
You called for me? Even his voice sounded different. A fragile hesitancy behind each
word.
Yes. He surveyed Jasper, taking a moment to orientate himself. The shift meant Jasper
would play the eager innocent to his experienced seducer. Though he had never seduced anyone
in his life, it was still a wonderfully wicked game. Even more so, since he did not have the
responsibility of a true innocent to contend with. He beckoned Jasper with a flick of his head.
Come closer.
For purchase links, check out Ava s website.
* * *
Also by Ava March
Beyond Reckless
Bound by Deception
Bound Forever
Bound to Him
The Bound Series
Brook Street: Thief
Brook Street: Fortune Hunter
Brook Street: Rogues
Convincing Arthur
Convincing Leopold
From Afar
His Client
My True Love Gave to Me
Object of His Desire
Twas the Night, in the O Come All Ye Kinky anthology
About the Author
Ava March is a multi-published author of smoking hot M/M historical erotic romances. She
loves writing in the Regency time period, where proper decorum is of the utmost importance, but
where anything can happen behind closed doors.
Ava loves to hear from readers. You can find her at:
Website: AvaMarch.com
Blog: www.avamarch.blogspot.com
Goodreads: Ava_March
Facebook: avamarchbooks
Twitter: ava_march
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