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Summary
A man stood before the printer.
No, that wasn’t right. “Man” served to define the heavy mouthbreathers pounding it out at the hotel gym. This was no mere man.
Unholy was the next word that flitted through his addled mind.
But that wasn’t right, either. There was nothing unholy or holy about the vision before him.
Dreamlike fit better. His colours did not match Stede’s dream at all, given that he was swathed in leather and that his hair was a cloud of silver and sable curls. Yet, even at first glance, even though Stede had only clocked his profile, he knew that every aspect of the sight before him matched his waking dreams.
He’d never mentioned leather and long hair to anyone, not even Lucius, his assistant at the bookshop he’d opened following his father’s death, his divorce, and his slow awakenings. Lucius came closest to a best friend, and even he had no idea that, a few months ago, Stede had discovered an author called Blackbeard, taken one glimpse of the photo on the book jacket, and fallen head over heels in—
Love.
And now Blackbeard was here. Standing before him. Looking at the lingerie photos Stede had printed.
Series
- Part 1 of The Sun of Venice