London 1811 Can love withstand the ultimate betrayal? William was running. Running from his father, running from his arranged marriage, and running from himself. He'd never wanted to manage his father's vast empire. He would have been quite happy to find some small corner of England and read and paint. He knew it would be too much to ask for the company of a man to go with that. Too dangerous. His only hope for escape is to hide who and what he is and pretend to be a servant. Alex was barely surviving after the fight with Napoleon's armies. Riddled with guilt, he buried the knowledge of his...