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----------------------------------- Mark Antonious deMontford by G.A. Hauser ----------------------------------- Erotica/Romance Linden Bay Romance, LLC www.lindenbayromance.com Copyright ©2008 by Hauser, GA First published in www.lindenbayromance.com, 2008 NOTICE: This work is copyrighted. It is licensed only for use by the original purchaser. Making copies of this work or distributing it to any unauthorized person by any means, including without limit email, floppy disk, file transfer, paper print out, or any other method constitutes a violation of International copyright law and subjects the violator to severe fines or imprisonment. CONTENTS Acknowledgement: Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Epilogue Coming Soon... Chapter One About the Author Other works by G.A. Hauser: Recommended Read: MARK ANTONIOUS deMONTFORD G.A. HAUSER eBooks are not transferable. They cannot be sold, shared or given away as it is an infringement of the copyright of this work. MARK ANTONIOUS deMONTFORD Copyright © G.A. HAUSER, 2008 Cover art by DAN SKINNER ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1-60202-141-9 ISBN MS Reader (LIT): 978-1-60202-140-2 Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned): PDF, PRC & HTML Linden Bay Romance, LLC Palm Harbor, Florida 34684 www.lindenbayromance.com This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or business establishments, events or locales is coincidental. All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. First Linden Bay Romance publication: December 2008 Acknowledgement: I'd like to give a special thank you to Elisa Rolle for her help with the Italian translations. Thank you, Elisa, it was very much appreciated. Grazie. [Back to Table of Contents] Prologue “Oi, gather round, boys.” Mark Antonious Richfield signaled his lover, Steve Miller, his best friend, Jack Larsen, and Jack's lover, Adam Lewis, together for an intimate conversation. “Mum's just come back from a visit with her relatives in London,” Mark began, “and she had a chat with a genealogy specialist from Cambridge.” He winked at Steve. “One of her old school mates. Anyway, you'll never believe what she found out.” Jack wrapped his arm around Adam as Adam rested against his shoulder. “We can't wait, Mark. Knowing you, there's no telling what she found out.” Adam laughed. “Come on, Mark. What is it? Descended from a Roman god?” “Greek, more like,” Steve added mischievously. “No. Shut up, all of you.” Mark sat straight in the chair. “Eight generations back ... yes, eight...” He pointed his finger to chide anyone who spoke up. “Mum found I was the product of a Venetian patriarch—Oi! Steven, stop laughing.” “Sorry. Go on.” Steve covered his smile. “Well, it seems my ancestor had similar problems to yours truly.” Adam exclaimed sarcastically, “He was a sex fiend?” “Well, close,” Mark chuckled. “If you'd be quiet a moment, I may even be able to tell you the story.” “Sorry.” Jack gestured. “Go on. We're listening.” “It seems it all started back in Newbury, England,” Mark began. [Back to Table of Contents] Chapter One London 1713 During the final year of Queen Anne's reign of England, Antonio Vivaldi astonished audiences with his miraculous Four Seasons while a flourishing new commerce helped London grow at a remarkable pace to become a “wonder city". Men came and went in white powdered wigs, wearing colorful brocade vests with elaborate floral patterns, rows of pewter buttons over their stocking covered legs, and black buckled shoes. Mark Antonious deMontford knew nothing of the world until his nineteenth year, though his Uncle David insisted he not be as illiterate as the hogs. Mark absorbed everything he was told, for he was bright and extremely quick-witted. So much so, that his questions were ignored, especially concerning the parents he had never known. The mystery preoccupied Mark so completely at times that he could not sleep. A sense of not knowing who he really was gnawed at him like the mice on the crop. Could he have been some royal heir left mysteriously in a basket by the lane? His first trip outside Newbury was with his Uncle David to visit some distant cousins in London. Mark could hardly contain his excitement as they rode in the hired stagecoach. In his preacher monotone, Uncle David engaged Mark in some discussion about the family in order to pass the time. “Thomas and Gabriel Holloway have three children: Richard, Margaret, and Peter. You are to behave whilst you are around them. I assume you will act accordingly. There is a code of conduct to high society, not unlike the Royal Navy. I insist you perform courteously, like a gentleman, and remember to use your knife when eating. Never forget to bow and thank them for the meals and the stay.” Uncle David paused as he concentrated. “Oh, and keep quiet unless you are asked a question. Under no condition are you to venture out alone. Do you understand me?” “Yes, Uncle.” Mark absorbed the lecture with a dull attention. He knew no matter how he tried to be good he would misbehave miserably. He was so starved for a good adventure he felt giddy at the possibility of a day without shoveling animal dung. After a two-day journey the carriage finally stopped in front of an exceptionally large home. Mark hung his head out of the window to gape at the rows of brownstone and brick buildings that dwarfed anything he could have imagined back on their little farm. The Tower of London, the spires of churches, the bustle of so many people—almost six hundred thousand—was more than Mark could absorb. The valet opened their carriage door and Uncle David climbed out, brushing the dust off his brown coat. Removing a coin from one of the oversized pockets, he handed it to the driver with a bow. An efficient valet carried their bags as Mark tried to keep his lips closed while his silent gasps of awe sought to keep them open. A woman with an affectionate smile and plump, rounded cheeks greeted them at the door. His uncle warmly embraced the woman Mark assumed to be his cousin, Gabriel. “So good of you to come. Why has it taken so long for you to accept my invitation?” When Mark attempted to hide behind Uncle David's broad back, though his six-foot height made him far from invisible, Gabriel intercepted him and crooned, “And this must be Mark.” As his eyes raced to find hers he knew he'd been caught admiring the two velvety mounds that rose up above her low neckline. His face grew crimson. So much for first impressions. “What a lovely young man you are.” She caressed his smooth skin with a sensuousness that made him imagine he was already on top of her and shoving up those satin skirts. His brazen thoughts shocked him. He'd never been with a woman but knew how the pigs did it on the farm. Uncle David was obviously waiting for him to accept the compliment gracefully. He even cleared his throat trying to remind Mark.
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