The High-Class Highwayman
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by Julia Talbot
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: When Julian is forced to turn to crime after he loses his inheritance, he decides that he can do better than the incompetent highwayman who tries to waylay him one dark night. That's how the High-Class Highwayman comes into his own, and he does very well for himself, at least until Griffen Michalis comes along. Griffen is far better versed in the criminal underworld than Julian, and he has no interest in the legitimate, and rather modest, fortune that is rightfully Julian's. Being a Lord would cause him too much trouble. Griffen has far more planned for Julian than one night of excitement on the high road and Julian finds that being with Griffen is not just about mind-blowing sexual games, but danger as well.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/High Ball, 2010 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [96 KB]
Reading time: 57-80 min.
The heavy carriage lurched to the right and began to slow, the sound of the coachman cursing ringing loud and clear, even through the layers of wood and dirt separating them. Julian hoped to hell that the reason behind it was a dead animal in the road, or perhaps a wash from recent rains. He could ill afford anything untoward at this time of night, on this blighted country road.
What on earth had his father been thinking, popping off in a brothel and leaving his entire fortune to a bastard child? The old man had possessed appalling timing, to be sure.
The highwayman, who was even now shouting something dramatic about standing and so forth, had even worse timing.
Julian could not have summoned a worse mood if he tried, though it threatened to worsen when he heard the clatter of Coachman's weapon against the side of the rough track.
So much for the loyalty of family servants. Perhaps he ought to offer to let the man return to Town and serve the bastard heir.
"Oy! Out of the coach!" A loud banging on the door brought Julian out of his rather dire thoughts, and he sighed, pulling out the loaded pistol he carried when traveling, cocking the hammer fully as quietly as he could.
Julian waited calmly, not bothering to dim the lamp. The man outside would be night-blind, which might give Julian the advantage.
"Empty your purse and give me your jewels," the man said when he got the door ajar. Filth caked under the man's nails, and his clothes reeked of manure.
"If I do not?"
"I'll shoot you?" A half-cocked flintlock was pushed through the door, and Julian eyed it askance.
"Is it too much to ask for you to at least make it fair? I swear, the incompetence of footpads and highwaymen today. It's too sad."
Perhaps he ought to be grateful it wasn't a matchlock weapon. Then he'd have to wait for the fellow to figure out how to light the bloody string. Tiring of the wait, Julian aimed as carefully as he would in a duel and sent a ball into the thief's shoulder.
"Ah! You've shot me!" Staggering back, the man dropped his pistol, landing hard against the embankment on that ran along the road.
"Well, what did you expect? I'm a busy man."