Title: Noble Intentions
Author: Andrew Grey
Genre: M/M Contemporary, Erotic, Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: December 12, 2016
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
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Robert Morton is in for the surprise of a lifetime. His mother, a bit of a rebel, raised him away from the rest of the family, and it’s not until he’s contacted by his lawyer about an inheritance that he learns who he truly is: the new Earl of Hantford. His legacy includes ownership of the historic Ashton Park Estate—which needs repairs Robert cannot afford. He’ll simply do what the nobility has done for centuries when in need of money. He’ll marry it.
Tech wizard Daniel Fabian is wealthy and successful. In fact, he has almost everything—except a title to make him worthy in the eyes of the old-money snobs he went to prep school with. His high school reunion is looming, and he’s determined to attend it as a member of the aristocracy.
That’s where Robert comes in.
Daniel has the money, Robert has the name, and both of them know they can help each other out. But their marriage of convenience has the potential to become a real love match—unless a threat to Daniel’s business ruins everything.
What can I say that isn’t just a recap of the blurb or going to give you too much of the story—because trust me, I could wax poetic about the plot wayyyyy too much? The marriage of convenience storyline isn’t seen in contemporary stories that often, especially not with a matchmaker, but in this case, it not only makes perfect sense, but is the logical setup for both men. If one didn’t know better, you’d think the assistant and dear ole mum had it in for the guys, but nope, one little push and the men do this to themselves, lol.
Watching as somewhat conservative (not in the negative way, I promise) Robert Ashton and very outgoing yet too busy for a life Daniel Fabien work together to form a convenient marriage to save Robert’s inheritance while they attempt to not fall for one another was… well… just read the book. Trust me
Noble Intentions is a getting back to what I love about Andrew story, lol. Not that all his stories aren’t ones I love, because I’ve made a habit of falling in love with his writing, but this has so many of the elements that drew me to his writing in the first place. The true sweetness, the overcoming, the evolving as other men learn to not only listen to one another, but to themselves as well. This was a true journey of love, from friendship, to partnership (both work and self-aware yummm…), to love. That’s not to say it’s easy or that it’s all sweetness and light, because that couldn’t be further from the truth. They had to learn so much, overcome different things, and not all of them outside their own heads, to finally deliver the HEA Mr. Grey is so known for. But… never fear, he delivers it with some kick ass boots and some sweetness that will make you sigh and want to start at page one all over again.
“ROBERT,” HIS aide, Blake, said as he knocked on the frame beside the open door to Robert’s tiny office.
“Am I late for another meeting?” Robert looked up from his computer, where he’d been preparing the documents on a case for a client whose landlord was trying to evict her improperly.
The guy was a real piece of work, and Robert was determined to win her some relief from the local council.
Blake chuckled softly. “No.”
Robert breathed a sigh of relief and continued typing as fast as he could. He was scheduled to meet with the council in less than an hour, and he wanted to make sure he had all his arguments in place.
“But there is someone here to see you. A solicitor from London.” Blake sounded half-breathless with excitement—probably wondering what was going on and if he could increase his stature in the office rumor mill.
Robert closed his eyes and tried to think if he had had any business or clients that would precipitate a visit from a colleague in London. Robert was technically a barrister, trained to argue cases in front of the courts. But here on the edge of Cornwall, Robert had decided that rather than go into high-powered practice in London, he’d become an advocate for those without the means to advocate for themselves. So he’d gone into practice with a few like-minded friends from school, and they’d opened their office on the second floor of a run-down building in Smithford. In their practice, they took everything and did everything. Two of his partners were solicitors, and Robert had learned the ins and outs of that profession as well.
“Give me five minutes, please.”
Blake nodded, and Robert put the last touches on the argument and then saved the file. He’d just finished when Blake led in a man about Robert’s age, spit-and-polished, wearing a suit that cost as much as Robert made in a month. Robert stood to meet the man.
“Robert Morton? William Montgomery. I’m here on behalf of your uncle, the Earl of Hantford.”
“My uncle….” Robert didn’t honestly remember having an uncle, but then again, his mother’s family had not been the most accommodating when she’d married Robert’s father. No one had talked about his mother’s family in so long that they didn’t register immediately in his memory. “Yes…?”
“Yes. Your uncle, Lord Harrison Hantford, the Earl of Hantford….” He paused. “Apparently the family changed their last name to that of the estate some six generations ago. He recently passed away, and under his will, you are his heir. The estate is entailed, which means your uncle didn’t have a great deal of choice in the matter. You are his closest living male heir, and as such you are entitled to the earldom, as well as all the property associated with it.”
Robert shivered slightly and blinked in near disbelief. He motioned for Mr. Montgomery to sit down, remembering his manners through the complete shock. “So you’re saying I’m the Earl of Hantford now?” He sank into his chair and wondered what kind of holy hell had befallen him.
“Yes, sir. Or I should say, your lordship.” Mr. Montgomery seemed to be taking little delight in this.
“Did you know my uncle?” Robert asked.
“I’m afraid I didn’t. He was a client with Rhodes, Wentworth, and Middleton for many years, and the task of notifying you fell to me.”
“I see.” Robert’s analytical mind began to kick in. “So what exactly has my uncle left me?”
“There is the family estate, Ashton Park, and a home in London. I’m at a loss to tell you much about them. I haven’t seen either property myself, but I will be happy to meet you in the coming weeks to take you to visit them, as well as discuss any arrangements you’d like to make for the properties and contents,” Mr. Montgomery said, very businesslike, which was both a relief and unsettling for Robert.
“Can you tell me if the estate is healthy?”
Mr. Montgomery chose that moment to break eye contact, and immediately Robert knew the answer. “I don’t know the particulars, but I am under the impression that your uncle lived in the home in London and that he rarely visited Ashton Park. As to more details on the state of the place, we’ll have to assess that when we go see it.” It was a diplomatic answer, which probably meant that he’d just inherited a huge money-sucking country house with very little means to support it.
“All right.” Robert had no idea in hell what else to say. He was a man who made his living with words, and he was at a near complete loss. “Thank you so very much.”
“Would you like to meet tomorrow? I can at least take you to Ashton Park so you can see it. I will also have a number of papers and documents that I will need you to sign.”
“Is there anyone else who has a potential claim on the estate?” Robert asked.
“No. Your uncle married, but the earl and his wife had no children. I understand from the more senior colleagues in my firm that that was a great sorrow to both of them. However, other than a few impressions and details, I don’t have much information to give you. The earl’s business was handled by one of our partners who recently passed away unexpectedly, and I’m stepping in to try to fill his rather large shoes.” Mr. Montgomery sounded excited about this opportunity, but Robert also saw a touch of fear in his eyes, which would help keep him on his toes. Robert understood that kind of fear; he experienced it on a regular basis. Failure could be lurking everywhere, so it was to be guarded against and held at bay by always being at one’s very best.
“All right.” Robert pulled up his calendar and figured he could clear part of his schedule for the following day. He arranged a time, and Mr. Montgomery left his office.
Somehow Robert managed to get his mind back on his work, but not without a great deal of effort.
Andrew Grey is the author of nearly 100 works of Contemporary Gay Romantic fiction. After 27 years in corporate America, he has now settled down in Central Pennsylvania with his husband Dominic and his laptop. An interesting ménage. Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and now writes full time.
Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing) He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.