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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: In Ghost of a Chance, Percy's mischievous ghost was instrumental in getting Ryan and James together. But how did he get to be a supernatural matchmaker? Percy's story is full of romance and tragedy. He wanted true love, but it wasn't easy for find to find. But when he did, his life changed forever.
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: February 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [335 KB]
Words: 72606
Reading time: 207-290 min.

Percival wasn't doing well with his studies. His father had invested a fortune in various tutors, and until the new one arrived he'd fared all right. Now, however, he was one season shy of being shipped off to University, and he couldn't seem to concentrate on anything.

The problem was Mr. Thatcher, that everyone could agree on. Of course, Percy knew it wasn't because he was a poor tutor. He came highly recommended. The problem was that he was simply the most handsome man Percy had ever laid eyes on. Of course, he hadn't seen very many men, other than the elderly servants that inhabited Castle Elgin, and the occasional boy from town. But they were nothing like Mr. Thatcher. He was tall, and ... large. All over.

When Mr. Thatcher stood in the classroom, Percy had a difficult time doing more than gazing adoringly at the man. Percy knew he had to make more of an effort, although he wasn't sure how he could manage it. He tried to read his texts when the tutor wasn't around, but as soon as Thatcher returned, the questions he had flew right out of his head.

"My lord?" Mr. Thatcher said patiently. "Would you like me to repeat it?" He stood before a small blackboard covered with writing.

Percy sighed. "Yes, would you please, Mr. Thatcher? Something about the Crimean War, was it?" His gaze stole down the length of the other man's body before snapping back up to his face with a faint blush.

The teacher frowned and set the chalk down, brushing the dust onto his trousers before approaching Percy. He stopped in front of the desk and looked down with evident concern. "My lord. Are you unwell? You look flushed. Shall I fetch a doctor?"

Percy stared at the tutor's crotch, enticingly at eye level, then looked up slowly. "I, I'm quite well, Mr. Thatcher. I," He bit his lip. "My apologies. I am only distracted. I shall try harder." He swallowed audibly. Clearly the poor man had no clue about the effect he had. Percy had half a mind to tell him precisely what distracted him.

The tutor leaned down and put his hand on Percy's shoulder. "If you are having some sort of personal issue, my lord," he said softly, "I am not much older than you, and I do understand the distractions of a man your age. If there is anything I can do to help..."

Percy's eyes widened. "Pardon me, Mr. Thatcher, but I really don't think you would understand my problems." He took a deep breath and sighed. "Have you ever studied the Greeks?" he asked, feeling reckless.

"Extensively," the teacher answered, pulling up a chair to sit next to Percy. "What does that have to do with your problems, my lord?"

The man was either impossibly innocent or deliberately discounting what he was saying to save his potential reputation as a peer of the realm. "I suppose you know, then, that they preferred the company of other men to women," he said, being as obvious as he could. "Unfortunately, such sensibilities are frowned upon these days." He pouted slightly.

After a moment's hesitation, the teacher finally spoke. "Though they are frowned upon, those sensibilities have not altogether ceased to exist." He raised his eyes to Percy's.

Percy had to smirk at that. "No indeed, as I am here to attest," he said, leaning back in his chair. "So you can see my difficulty. I do hope you're not offended, but I would likely be better at my studies if you were not so..." He looked his tutor up and down slowly. "Young and healthy. And male." He held out little hope that the older man shared his predilections. He was used to people being patient with him, no matter how outrageous he was.

The teacher smiled and raised an eyebrow. "You would prefer a tutor who was old and decrepit?" he asked, leaning closer. "Perhaps he would still be attracted to you, however. For you are quite lovely to behold."

Percy blinked. "I would undoubtedly be less distracted with such a tutor, though I wouldn't say that would be my preference." He started to see a glimmer of hope. He smoothed his thick hair down. "Lovely? Do you really think so?"

"I would never say such a thing were it not true," the older man said, licking his lips. He looked around. "I wonder if we are truly alone," he breathed.

Percy glanced at the door. "No one ever comes up here, but the ghost and us," he said. He turned back to his tutor with a coy smile. "We can lock it, though, if you are concerned."