Darien’s been on the run for two years, but when he lands unexpectedly in Rosenton, he finds to his surprise that he rather likes the theater town. And his preference has only partially to do with the place itself. Ever since meeting Christopher Faith, Darian finds himself thinking about the man. A lot!
Born to serve, Christopher Faith’s position as butler to the noble Rose family has provided him with a life that is all he ever could desire, or so he imagines. But when he meets Darien, he’s found the single thing that could make his perfect life even more sublime.
Flirtation leads quickly to love, but there’s a problem, and it’s a big one. Darien Holt is not the carefree man he appears to be. He has a secret, and hiding his true identity might destroy everything between them.
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HE WAS HERE!
Darien had hoped but not expected to see Mr. Faith at one of the many holiday parties up and down Main Street. He’d heard from his friends what the Eventide was like, but he was delighted by the fact that they’d spoken true. Dozens of open doors, barrels of spirits, prettily made-up women and dashing men all in holiday finery. He’d been propositioned more than once by both sexes but had turned everyone down, looking, hoping to see one man. His prospects had looked grim, and he’d decided on just one more party, one of the theater parties to see if the Rose family was in attendance. He knew they were in town tonight. Many partygoers had enthused when the Rose carriage had arrived a few hours past, each host and hostess hoping for noble guests to grace their establishment. Not that there weren’t a dozen or so barons and at least two viscounts currently in residence, but every party wanted their ruling family in attendance.
Darien couldn’t blame them. From what he’d seen, both in Rosenton and beyond, the Roses were far more attractive and gracious than most other nobility he’d encountered. But the important bit of information Darien had heard was that much of the hall’s staff had also come to town. He’d overheard word of Mr. Faith’s presence in Miss Barker’s parlor, and that had given him the itch to wander. For two hours he’d searched and nearly given up. But his search had finally born fruit, and he found himself en route through gaily dressed, nearly—or entirely—drunken people to the man himself. Continue reading