This might have been a really good story, but one of the first scenes totally ruined it for me.
When Ambrose got shot and thought he might die, he took the plunge and decided to tell Francis about his feelings despite his fear of rejection. Totally believable! But then, what does he say? Nothing about love and passion, but instead that he wants to put his cock in Francis’ arse (pardon my French). Is this what you say to the man of your dreams, when you are shot, need surgery and think you won’t make it? I sat there expecting a heartfelt emotional scene and got verbal porn. I didn’t recover from that for the rest of the book.
I liked the main characters, Mariani (I’wanted to know more about her), the idea of the club for the Regency libertines and even Rupert who was not as stuffy as he would seem.
If you are not as picky as I am when it comes to the emotional bond (or lack of it) between the protagonsists, you will probably like this.