The Queen's Gentleman - Guy New York - ebook

As a Gentleman, Finn’s job is to sleep with the highest ranking and most beautiful nobility in all of Whiskytown, learn their secrets, seduce their daughters, and make them smile and laugh throughout all of it. Of course, on occasion, his clients also include old married couples, toothless Duchesses, an awkward aunt who is being left out of her inheritance but deserves something nice, and possibly a palace guard or two who are going through some things right now and just want to explore their options.But when Finn gets called to the palace for an incredibly discreet liaison, he quickly realizes he’s in over his head. While he knows he should be paying attention to who his clients are, politics just really aren’t his thing. Especially when there are pretty people to seduce, lots of good whisky to drink, and of course his best friend Brochan the thief to hang out with.As the two best friends get into some lovely trouble with a strong and beautiful mountain woman–who may not be what she seems–trouble begins to catch up with them both until they’re thrown into a dangerous game of murder, incest, and intrigue. The Queen’s Gentleman is a short story of 10,000 words intended for a somewhat open-minded audience who don’t mind a little naughtiness mixed in with their fantasy.

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Guy New York


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Copyright © 2017 by Guy New York

Published by QNY

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Interior design by Pronoun

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ISBN: 9781508074458


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

About The Author

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“Get up, you have work.”

Marta shook Finn by the shoulder and he rolled over in his sleep pushing her away with a grunt. She shook him again, pulling the blankets off him and exposing him to the cold air, not caring at all that the goosebumps instantly lined his skin.

“If you don’t get up now, you’re out. I don’t care how good you are, I’ll find someone else and you’ll never work another bloody job in Whiskytown again. Up!”

He rolled over onto his back, his strong naked body hard and lean in the cold air. He rubbed his eyes and pushed his thick red hair behind one perfect ear as he slowly sat up in bed, smiling at his boss through half opened eyes. She sat down on the foot of his bed, shaking her head, and his grin just made it worse. She was used to seeing him naked, but the fool thought it still might sway her even after all this time. It was an absurd thought, there was nothing she hadn’t seen before, and if he hadn’t become aroused in his sleep she surely would have already looked away.

“Is it dark out? I feel like my head’s about to explode. Get me some wine. Or brandy even. Anything to make my eyes stop bleeding.”

“Your eyes are not bleeding, and nothing is going to explode. At least not until you get your scrawny ass up to the palace.” Marta did get up though, and she did hand him a glass of warm wine mixed with her special concoction of invigorating spices and herbs. This job was way too important for him to fail because of something so stupid as a hangover.

“Where am I really going?” Finn asked, sitting up in bed and taking a long drink from the cup. It was steaming hot, but he swallowed it all in a few gulps, tasting the mixture with recognition on his face. “And do you really think I needed that?” He asked, looking down at his obvious excitement.

“You just woke up, you’re hungover, and I can’t count on that lasting. There’s hot water, clean clothes, and a brush. Use all of them, and meet me downstairs in ten minutes. You are already late, and this is not a job you can afford to pox up.”

“You’re serious,” he said, standing up and stretching his strong arms above his body. “I mean about the palace. What, is there a duchess or someone visiting? A duke? Some old lady who needs to be placated in order to fix some godsforsaken trade agreement?”

“Ten minutes,” was all she said before walking out. Finn shrugged and made his way to the hot basin of water, smelling the flowers and scents from across the room. She really did think this was important. He was normally lucky to get a razor and some oil for his hair. And that was mostly for trade work, not political jobs. There was nothing Finn hated more than politics, but if he kept to his work, it didn’t really matter. He was simply a tool: they used his services to bribe or blackmail, and he was perfectly content with it as long as he got paid. The last thing he wanted was to be involved.

It was less than a half hour later, after having wandered through the two fancier sections of town between his quarters and the palace, that he was ushered through a side door, down a long hallway, up a tower staircase, through a kitchen, down another hall, and then finally into a small but warm room with a blazing fire and enough food to feed the southern army. The maid who walked him through the palace smiled with a blush to her cheeks, and then left him alone to sort out what he was supposed to do next. Finn paced the room, stole a few sips of wine, and nibbled on a few grapes, wondering what the hell he was doing here. Marta was not always the most forthcoming when it came to explaining the nature of his rendezvous, but in general, they usually worked out.

He had only been in the palace a few times, and they were not pleasant experiences. There had been a visiting dignitary of dubious age, and once a merchant lord whom he had to seduce just so someone might walk in on them. Those were the worst. Finn liked his job, but mostly because he liked people. Almost all of them. And the pain of having to double-cross someone he had spent an hour getting into bed with went completely against this nature. Besides, they hadn’t even been able to finish the task at hand.

“Don’t take it off, my dear, I told you it’s to be a surprise!”

He turned, startled by a voice, and just as he was about to open his mouth, the old man at the door put a finger to his lips. Standing in front of him was a petite blonde girl with curls in her hair and a diamond necklace hanging between her breasts. She was clenching her fists in excitement and the man behind her didn’t look any less happy than she did. He guided her in and sat her down on the couch in front of the fire before waving at Finn to fetch him a glass of wine. The young man moved soundlessly and passed off the cup with a grin on his face. Old nobles with young wives he could understand. Far better than blackmail, much better than bribery, and of course superior to simple boredom; this was an act of pleasure and desire. That he could follow.

The young lady sipped the wine, her bare feet still twitching on the fur carpet beneath them, as the nobleman waved Finn over. He placed him directly in front of the girl, before making his way behind the couch. Reaching over it, he whispered something in her ear as he began to undo the blindfold. She wiggled and sighed as he slowly untied the black silk, and Finn smiled in spite of himself. This might turn out to be a pleasant evening after all.

The second the blindfold dropped she looked up at him with open eyes, wide with a joyous surprise.

“He’s for me?” she asked, clapping her hands. “What can I do with him?”