His Client — Short Novel
Regency-set D/s M/M erotic romance
Release date: 1/11/2011
Word count: 39,365
Page count: 124 (pdf)
Publisher: Loose Id
Mr. Nathaniel Travers has been visiting Madame Delacroix's brothel for five years. On every visit, he requests the same man. Stunningly handsome and highly skilled, Jasper not only shares Nate's fondness for wickedly erotic games and black leather corsets, but he's become a friend. Someone he can talk to. Someone he can share a supper with. And Jasper's the only person who knows Nate secretly harbors a love for his old childhood friend, Peter Edmonton.
Mr. Jasper Reed has been working at the house for a decade. He's saved enough to retire, yet he remains at the decadent London brothel. Retiring would mean leaving Nate and the hope perhaps someday the rugged gentleman would stop pining for his best friend and realize he loves 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.
Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: D/s theme and elements, and male/male sexual practices.
© Ava March
Rather than refill Nate's glass again, he pulled it from the man's loose grip and set it on the end table. Time to cut directly to the heart of the matter—the reason today hurt for Nate so very much. They could talk for hours and get nowhere, unless Nate realized that what he believed he lost today was in reality not all he thought it could be. An idealized image built on a youthful infatuation and nothing more.
"Nate, I know you firmly believe you and Edmonton would have been perfect together. But would you have really? Your interests align outside of the bedchamber, but what about within?" From what Nate had told him about Edmonton's character, Jasper highly doubted the two men would actually have been compatible. "Assuming he preferred men, of course," Jasper added. "Could you have been yourself with him?"
A wince tightened Nate's brow, and his lips compressed into a straight line. "I...I..." He dragged a hand through his hair, the gesture distinctly uncomfortable and further disheveling the short layers. "Hell, I know I have eccentric tastes." His shoulders tightened into a hard, defensive line. He avoided Jasper's gaze. "But I would not have expected him to indulge me the way you do. I would have been...different for him."
But of course.
He had known what Nate's answer would be. Had anticipated it. Hence why he'd asked the question—he wanted Nate to come to the conclusion on his own. Still, it hurt to hear the truth.
He swallowed down the constriction in his throat and focused on Nate. "But would you have been happy?" He laid a hand on the man's strong thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Nate, look at me." Nate turned his head. Wary deep blue eyes met his. "When you are behind closed doors with another, you should never need to be anyone other than yourself." He hated the thought Nate would have felt it necessary to hide his true desires, as if they were something to be ashamed of, if he and Edmonton had ever become lovers. "You're wonderful, Nate. Any man who wins your heart should count himself very fortunate."
Jasper's pulse skipped a beat. But judging by the way Nate arched his brow in sardonic disbelief, the man hadn't read anything more into Jasper's statement, nor had he heard the longing hidden behind it.
"Indeed." Jasper threw him a playful smile. "Who wouldn't count himself fortunate to be guaranteed a lifetime of orgasms of amazing proportions?" He bumped Nate's knee with his own. "And very interesting nights."
Nate rolled his eyes, a hint of smile teasing his lips. "A damned fool, when put that way."
"Exactly. It's just that sometimes..." Jasper let out a breath, and when next he spoke, the levity was gone.
"Sometimes people are better suited as friends than lovers." He held Nate's gaze. "You need to let him go," he said, just above a whisper, hoping beyond hope Nate could not detect the heavy plea behind his words.
"I know." His lips barely moved, his voice even softer than Jasper's. More a low, reluctant rumble from his broad chest than actual words.
Jasper felt himself lean forward, slowly closing the distance between them, pulled by the all-encompassing need to press his lips to Nate's mouth. To erase that hard, melancholy line.
The kiss started with just the lightest brush of skin against skin, but Jasper felt it down into his bones. Nate opened, and the first brush of Nate's tongue against his pulled a moan from his throat. He pressed up against the hard bulk of Nate's side, needing more. A large hand grabbed his hip and tugged. Jasper quickly shifted to straddle Nate's lap, their kiss unbroken, their tongues stroking together, mouths hungry and eager.
Jasper ground his hips, rubbing his rapidly hardening cock against Nate's, fueling the flames of lust even higher. Nate gripped his arse, hard enough to leave bruises, but Jasper could not have cared in the slightest. All he wanted was Nate. The man's body beneath him, behind him... It didn't matter, as long as he was with him.
His fingers threaded into Nate's hair, held on tightly to the short strands. He dragged his lips down to the other man's jaw. Nipped hard and then flicked his tongue over the spot. An inch farther down and he encountered starched linen instead of hot skin.
Starched linen that refused his attempts to free it from Nate's neck.
He pulled back, glared down at Nate. "Did you use a bloody square knot?" He tugged again on the offending knot.
"Hardly." Nate chuckled. "I'll strike you a bargain. I'll see to mine if you see to yours."
"Agreed." The word had barely left his lips before his own cravat was fluttering to the floor. The next moment, he pulled his shirt over his head, flicking it behind him to join the cravat.
He felt the force of Nate's hot gaze swept over his bare chest as the man undid the intricate knot on his own neck cloth.
"Do you know what would be interesting tonight?" Nate asked, pulling the white linen free and revealing the strong lines of his neck. "The second option."
"Pardon?" Jasper's fingers paused, hovering over the fabric-covered buttons on Nate's dove gray waistcoat. He dragged his gaze up to meet Nate's.
"The second option from last night." Nate swept his hands up Jasper's chest, leaving a path of tingling skin in his wake. "You wear black leather so well."
"Ava can not only write lush, historical romance, but has an excellent skill at writing Gay romance in a very unique way. Those readers who are in the mood for a different type of historical romance with hot sex between two well-rounded male characters should definitely get their hands on His Client." - Fallen Angels Reviews
"His Client is a lovely, hot, and emotional historical tale." - Joyfully Reviewed
"I've read many historical novels and Ava March's stories rate right up there with the best of them. I'm always extremely happy-and very eager-to lose myself in her world." - Dark Divas Reviews
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"His Client is a very emotional erotic m/m romance. The heroes are sexy, loveable and passionate, just the way I like them. Yet another win from Ava March." - Fiction Vixen Book Reviews
"I really enjoyed this book. ... It had angst and prostitutes and unrequited love eventually requited. What more could a girl want?" - Dear Author
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