The Pinkerton Man Series
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Michael O’Leary is devasted by the loss of his beloved Stiles Long. The thought of returning to their home in St. Louis is more than he can bare. Having received the news that, he has inherited a Manor in England, he decides to go there. Hoping that he can find a way to begin his life anew.
What he finds are secrets. So many secrets, he can’t determine who is friend and who is foe. He is now Lord Whit. The owner of a vast amount of land, a village, named Whitcomb, employees on grounds, land tenants and villagers all look to him for guidance.
Michael also finds family. His cousins George, who is nearly his double, and Evaline, whose personality changes with the wind. There’s also, Vicar Joseph Williams, a man who isn’t what he appears.
A visit from his dear friend, Lizzie Ferguson, leaves him missing his old life even more. Just before the new year, he receives a haunting telegram from Lizzie, promising the new year was going to bright for him.
Without Stiles, his life seems lost, then New Year’s Day 1912 arrives and…
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Hurt / Comfort, Reunited and it Feels So Good
Word Count: 47500
Setting: Manor Estate in England
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Chapter One
Saying goodbye to Lizzie was harder than Michael thought it would be. He was affectively cutting himself off from anything and anyone that reminded him of the man he lost. It was the only way he could deal with the pain of losing Stiles.
During the voyage back to England, he walked the deck most nights. Lying in a bed that could have, should have, been shared with his lover was just not possible. Sometimes he would fall asleep in a deck chair wishing the ship would sink and the pain would be over. But it didn’t, and he had to go on. He was sure he ate something while on the ship, though he couldn’t remember anything specific. Allowing himself to have a drink occasionally wasn’t good either. No use in getting drunk, it just made the nightmares more real.
READ MOREHis ship docked at Southampton on the first of May 1911. It was fitting as it was a good day to begin a new life. Spring in England would be full of blooms and new life. Exhaustion finally allowed him to sleep without dreams when he checked into his hotel. He would only be there a few nights before he boarded the train that would take him to Whitcomb Village and his new home, Whitcomb Manor.
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