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His Client Ava March www.loose-id.com His Client Copyright © January 2011 by Ava March All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author's rights. Purchase only authorized editions. eISBN 978-1-60737-928-7 Editor: G. G. Royale Cover Artist: April Martinez Printed in the United States of America Published by Loose Id LLC PO Box 425960 San Francisco CA 94142-5960 www.loose-id.com This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author‟s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Warning This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Loose Id LLC‟s e-books are for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. * * * DISCLAIMER: Please do not try any new sexual practice, especially those that might be found in our BDSM/fetish titles without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. Neither Loose Id LLC nor its authors will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles. Dedication For my awesome friends in the fabulous M/M group. Chapter One May 1822 London, England “There ye are.” Jasper Reed looked up from his plate of chicken. A maid stood in the kitchen doorway, one hand on her slim hip and the other holding the door open. Tendrils of her mousy brown hair had escaped the confines of her white cap. Her round cheeks were flushed with exertion, and her eyes narrowed on him. “Yes, here I am,” he replied before taking another bite. Her eyes narrowed even farther. “You‟ve been requested. Second floor. Number five. Client‟s waiting.” With that, she turned on her heel, and the door swung shut behind her. Ignoring the maid‟s pique of temper, he glanced at the clock on the wall. Just after four o‟clock in the afternoon. The house usually wasn‟t busy that early. A few clients, yes, but the ones who sought men typically did not present themselves until much later. As if the night sky alone could hide what they did while at the house. He shrugged. The time of day truly mattered not to him. If someone requested him, he worked. Pushing from the wooden table, he grabbed his teacup and swallowed a quick gulp of tea. Dinner would have to wait until later. He took his cup and plate and set them beside the basin sink. “Ye want me to save it?” Cook asked, glancing over her shoulder to the barely touched chicken breast. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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