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Mark Antonious deMontford
by G.A. Hauser
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Erotica/Romance
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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
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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.
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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.
