Fated to be born the useless fourth son of the Lord of Glimmerveen, Wryler dreams of getting married and escaping the rustic confines of his father's castle. A wealthy merchant's son seems to hold the key to Wryler's safe if somewhat dreary future. However, the arrival of a mysterious stranger on the eve of Wryler's betrothal sends his plans into disarray and Wryler finds himself traded off in marriage to one of the most notorious rogues in the land.
Is Lord Aeric Rouchet the scoundrel he appears to be, or is he something much worse? Separated from his family and thrust into a strange and dangerous new life at the foreboding Gryffon Hall, Wryler must unravel the secret of his husband's shadowed life and defeat the curse which threatens not only his growing affection for the barbarian in his bed, but the lives of everyone the Lord of Gryffon Hall is sworn to protect.
Publisher: Loose Id
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Big Character / Little Character, Enemies to Lovers, Marriage of Convenience
Wryler squinted up at a velvet sky recently cleared of clouds. It would be a good night for peering through his telescope, if only the stars would stop swarming about so.
"Lovely night after so much rain."
Wryler lowered his chin and stood up straight. The voice came from the shadows toward the stables, followed by the sloshing of boots through puddles. With a few more strides Aeric Rouchet emerged from the gloom, that damnable grin on his face.
"Yes. Quite," Wryler said, "The dining hall got so hot."
"It did, didn't it?" Rouchet kept walking, and Wryler feared the man might plow straight into him. He braced himself for impact, but Rouchet stopped a few inches shy of contact. "The fresh air is bracing, but it hasn't done much to cool the flush in your cheeks."
"It's a curse. The blushing," Wryler said, and damn if his blood didn't flame even hotter.READ MORE
"I find it quite becoming." Rouchet rested his palm against the wall next to Wryler's head and leaned in. "Is it only the quest for fresh air that keeps you from your comfy bed, Sir Wryler?"
"Yes. What else would it…would I…?"
"Oh, I don't know. I noticed the young Mr. Arsburry giving you the eye all night."
"Him?" Wryler snorted. "There's nothing going on between us, I assure you."
"Glad to hear it. I thought perhaps you were looking for company."
"I weren't. I wasn't." Accursed wine!
"But now?" Rouchet placed a finger under Wryler's chin and lifted it slightly. His looming presence enveloped Wryler in warmth and the smell of leather. Rouchet blocked out the sky, the stars replaced by his gleaming eyes. Wryler shrank back against the wall. He wasn't being held in place, but he might as well have been. He couldn't move and didn't much want to.
Rouchet swooped in for a kiss, his wine-moistened lips covering and consuming Wryler's. He was surprisingly gentle, this barbarian, his tongue easing into Wryler's mouth slowly but firmly.
What's happening? What's going on here, exactly? Men other than Lennox had kissed Wryler. Large, rough men. Stable hands. Traveling knights. Many had attempted to steal more than a kiss, and while pleasant, Wryler wasn't often tempted for more. But now, now he sensed Rouchet hesitating, waiting for a sign from Wryler, for permission to unleash the lust he obviously held back.
This really isn't acceptable behavior. But Rouchet would soon be gone, and they'd never see each other again. What harm could come of a little kiss?
Wryler responded, pushing back with his tongue, his body arching against Rouchet's.
Rouchet growled and plunged in harder, driving Wryler against the wall. A cascade of tiny explosions fired beneath Wryler's skin, and he was instantly and embarrassingly hard. It had never been like this with Lennox. Wryler always required coaxing and coercing. Now he felt as if he could be the one in charge, tearing at Rouchet's clothing and demanding to taste every inch of the lord's enormous body.
Wryler kept his hands by his sides and balled into fists, not trusting himself to touch Rouchet with more than lips.
Rouchet had no such restraint and ran one large hand down Wryler's back all the way to his buttocks, which he squeezed hard. Wryler gasped, and Rouchet seized him with both hands and pulled him in tight, crushing Wryler's poor swollen cock against his unyielding thigh. The pressure felt too good. Wryler wanted to climb Rouchet, to mount this monster of a man and ride him like….like… Words fled him as he cried out for this unexpected delight.
Rouchet broke out of the kiss but kept his mouth close to Wryler's ear.
"My dear Wryler, thank you for your answer, but I fear if I keep at it I won't be able to stop."
"You're drunk, and although appearances may suggest otherwise, I am nothing if not a gentleman."
"I am not!" Wryler insisted, weaving as Rouchet released him.
"Sweetly, deliciously drunk." Rouchet ran a finger along Wryler's jaw, then stepped back and bowed. "A good night to you, Sir Wryler, and may you arrive safely at your rooms. I'd escort you, but I'm afraid I'm more the monster in the shadows this night than the knight by your side." He sighed deeply. "No, I'm afraid I'm more likely to sling you over my shoulder and carry you to my bed than see you safely tucked away in your own."
"I wouldn't mind," Wryler said. "Not much anyway."
"You're too kind." Rouchet bowed again. "Sleep well." He turned and stalked off into the night, vanishing as suddenly as he'd appeared.
For a moment, Wryler wondered if he'd dreamed the entire thing. His body certainly didn't think so.COLLAPSE
Gryffon Hall is a magically delicious tale that captured my full attention and I was consumed by the story until the very end. The creative writing, the details and descriptions, the originality, were all things that really added to my enjoyment of this story.
Wryler is the fourth born son, who loves to spend his time in the library, the brothers have no time for him, the father can’t look at him because he reminds him too much of his deceased wife. So who better to offer to the The Lord of Gryffon Hall, a monster according to legend, for a hand in marriage?
Wryler is attracted to his new husband, Aeric Rouchet, as is Aeric to Wryler and he is so gentle and compassionate with him. He thought he was marrying a monster, but as it turns out, he is quite the romantic.
Wryler has trouble processing what he sees and hears with his own eyes and ears against the legends he’s always heard. Once Wryler loses his inhibitions, however, it’s so apparent that he and Aeric are made for each other.
But, Wryler has always been a little too curious, and he wants to understand his husband better. Unfortunately, this leads to unexpected trouble that Wryler may not be able to get out of.
There is mystery, suspense and evil at play making you doubt and question who to trust. Everything is not always as it appears and sometimes you just have to go with your heart, to believe and to love.
I really enjoyed this story, the author had me smiling through most of it because I was captivated, and those are the stories that I like to get wrapped up in.
The bedroom scenes were magnificent but be warned. You may forget to breathe and you may notice an increase in heart palpitations. ❤
If you love fantasy with a magical undercurrent and a Lord and Master with sex appeal that has a sexy smile and contagious laughter and knows how to love those in his care, I highly recommend reading Gryffon Hall by Alexis Duran. 4.5 Stars.