The Glenross Plates

When the American who holds the note on Glenross also holds five private photographs, the Duke has no court left that will save the name. The heir is already in the ground under a story the house paid for. The glass says otherwise.

Whitcombe does not raise his voice. He names the rooms. He sets the terms. Service, or the plates leave the glen.

What begins as a viewing in the drawing room becomes the rule of the house. The Duke keeps his manners while the count is taken. A butler who has never spoken opens doors and holds what he is told to hold.

In the morning the tenants still lift their caps and ask after the Captain. The fever, they are told, was quick.

By the time the study lamp is lit, the threat is no longer the box. The box has become the order of the day.

A dark MM novella of father-son incest, blackmail, and a house kept as property. 

Content warnings

• Noncon
• Dubcon
• Sexual slavery