The Lord's Lover

By Jenna Rose Ellis

He's willing to risk all, even death, for the man he loves...

Marcus is the son of a marquess. Race is the son of the housekeeper. Their relationship should only be one of master and servant, yet they defy the strictures of Society and become close friends.

Race's riding accident throws Marcus's newfound sexual feelings for his friend into sharp relief. Terrified and confused, Marcus runs back to London and school and all things familiar. A year later, older and (maybe) wiser, he returns to the country, certain his attraction to Race was a fluke brought about by the accident...only to discover Race has become damn near irresistible.

Loving another man is illegal and can lead to death. Will Marcus defy Society and take Race as his lover? More importantly, does Race feel the same way? Is he willing to become a lord's lover?

Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, anal sex, and male/male sexual acts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chained Hearts Publishing
• Release date: Mar 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370081592

Jenna Rose Ellis

When Jenna learned that the original fairy tales are not that innocent, a whole new world was opened up to her. She delights in the wild and wicked, and in subverting the fairy tales into her brand of naughty. However, she doesn't restrict her magic wand on fairy tales. Nothing and no one is safe from her vivid imagination. She loves to hear from readers. Email: authorjennarose @ gmail.com

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The Lord’s Lover

Regency Triad 1

Jenna Rose Ellis

Copyright 2013 Jenna Rose Ellis

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About the Author

When Jenna learned that the original fairy tales are not that innocent, a whole new world was opened up to her. She delights in the wild and wicked, and in subverting the fairy tales into her brand of naughty. However, she doesn't restrict her magic wand on fairy tales. Nothing and no one is safe from her vivid imagination. She loves to hear from readers.

Website: https://jennaroseellis.wordpress.com/

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Chained Hearts Publishing Titles

Titles by Jenna Rose Ellis

Passion’s Fire

The Lord's Lover

Titles by Sienna Matthews

Series: No Holds Barred (with Madison Blake)

Book 1: Tempting Their Best Friend

Book 2: Lust on Camera - coming October/November 2017

Series: Men of Fortune

Book 1: Derek

Series: Threesome

Book 1: Threesome Interlude

Book 2: Threesome Play

Book 3: Threesome Bonds

Standalone Titles:

Wedding Party of Three

Secret of the Wolf

Titles by Kai Andersen

Forbidden Desire

Heart of the Woolf

Tales of Enchantment

Table of Contents

About the Author

Chained Hearts Publishing Titles

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter One

Marcus Weston, Earl of Wareham, heir to the Marquess of Huntington, blinked awake, the fresh country breeze blowing in from the window reminding him he was no longer in London. Excitement raced down his spine as he thought of the many things he wanted to do before summer was over. With Race. The best thing was, his father wouldn’t be around. The marquess was away racing his horses, and Marcus hoped he won every one of them. Winning would make certain his father was in a good temperament when he finally arrived at Huntington.

Marcus bounded out of bed and performed the necessary, eager to see Race. Horace Bates was the only son of the housekeeper and Marcus’s childhood playmate. The elder by two years, Race was the one who showed him around the village, taught him working with his hands wasn’t something to be ashamed of and demonstrated that friendship transcended the man-made ranks of Society. He provided Marcus with a deeper insight into life he wouldn’t have gotten elsewhere, and for that, for the good friend Race was to him, Marcus would always be grateful.

He stilled as he shrugged midway into the shirt. He couldn’t forget that day, one summer ago, when Race had almost lost his life. When everything Marcus had known about himself had turned upside-down. He shook off the memory and continued dressing. The past months with all the women had surely cured him of that.

Race was his best friend, the closest friend he had, and that was all there was to it.

One hour later, having finished his breakfast, he was striding toward the side door to the stable when Mrs. Bates stopped him.

My lord, may I say it’s good to see you back?

Marcus smiled. Thank you.

She hesitated. I wonder if I might have a word, my lord?

Certainly, Mrs. Bates. He glanced to the right. Might we use the Blue Room?

Yes. I have ordered the maids to clean it in anticipation of your arrival.

Please. He inclined his head and gestured for her to precede him. The sun shone in through the wide windows, making the room cheery and bright. When they were seated, Marcus asked, How may I help you, Mrs. Bates?

It’s Race, she said, looking at him directly.

Marcus was jolted by the sight of those grey eyes, so similar to Race’s it was like seeing him there in the room. His heartbeat speeded, and he identified the feeling as excitement and anticipation, with some nervousness. He reasoned with some desperation that it was only natural for him to feel this way, since he hadn’t seen his best friend in several months. Who knew if Race had grown arrogant over time and believed an earl was now not fit company for him? That Marcus would be anxious was not unreasonable.

Or so he tried to convince himself.

Not wanting to analyze himself any further, he asked, What about Race? He’s well and fully recovered from his fall last summer, isn’t he?

Yes, my lord. Thank you for your concern.

Marcus experienced a twinge of shame at the slight rebuke in her voice. Race was his best friend, but what kind of friend had he been? When Race had been confined to his bed due to injuries, Marcus had fled to London and lost himself in the perfumed arms of women.

Mrs. Bates fidgeted. That isn’t the problem. Race has always been considerate of my wishes, but now, he won’t listen to me, and I wonder if I could trouble you, my lord, to talk to him—

Tell me. I will help if I can. Everyone at Huntington knew of his close friendship with Race, and Marcus wasn’t surprised Mrs. Bates came to him with this request. Alert and—he admitted—intrigued, Marcus leaned forward, hands clasped at the knee. Race was a filial son. Marcus couldn’t imagine him defying his mother in anything.

Mrs. Bates drew in a deep breath. Race is of age, and it’s high time he has a family. There’s this nice girl in the village who fancies him—Sarah Oaks…

Marcus didn’t hear the rest as a loud noise filled his ears. Race, married. A pretty, young woman beside him. A brood of children clinging to his knees. Family. Permanence. Lost to him forever.

Something in him rejected the images, and a dark, strong emotion stabbed at him. No!

My lord? Mrs. Bates blinked. No? You can’t help?

No, yes, I mean… Marcus pushed away his confusion and addressed Mrs. Bates’ concerns. Mrs. Bates, don’t you think Race is old enough to decide for himself? He’s twenty this year, and he could have some plans for marriage he hasn’t told you about.

She shook her head. Forgive me for saying this, my lord, but my Race is always too busy working. He hasn’t got time left to court anybody.

Marcus was relieved to hear this, though why he’d feel so was incomprehensible, as was his earlier reaction to the images of Race with a family. Surely he wanted his best friend to be happy?

He’s proud, my boy is. I know he thinks he doesn’t have anything to offer a woman, but if he waits ‘til he saved enough, he’ll be an old man by then. Please, my lord, could you make him see sense? If he doesn’t like Sarah, there are other girls in the village. Any one of them would be happy to be his wife.

Marcus preferred not to get in the middle of domestic disputes, especially where Race was concerned. Especially when those feelings he thought were gone were…well, weren’t.

"Mrs. Bates, I’ll talk to Race,