Charles, Earl of Crofton

Anyone who had thought Lord Byron mad, bad and dangerous to know, obviously hadn’t met Charles Redbourn, 8th Earl of Crofton.

Charles Redbourn cares little for anyone’s opinion, life is there to be lived and the London Ton provides a host of pleasures. He is used to getting his own way and, after another clash with the impertinent Captain Timothy Thorne, Charles is determined to put the uniformed upstart in his place.
Both are stubborn and passionate men, and someone is going to win this battle of wits—to the winner the spoils.
But when enemies turn into lovers, they face an uncertain future. Charles has to decide which is more important, Timothy or being the Earl of Crofton.

“My constitution is no concern of yours, Crofton. I fear you would not survive at my hand. A soft bellied gentleman such as yourself could not hope to slake my needs.”

Charles snorted. “Bless your naivety, Captain. Give a man a sword and shiny buttons and he thinks he is a dashing hero, but maybe he is the heroine who is in need of a firm hand.”