SupermanSavesYou

My dearest readers, What if we are watching the wrong disaster? Travis awakens remembering nothing. But when the numbness fades, perhaps he discovers he wants it back. Does anyone else hear the troubling echo of Jeff Hayes? Then comes May 26. Will arrives unexpectedly. Travis is nowhere to be found. Perhaps he is at Kendo’s apartment—and there Will discovers Kendo’s most dangerous secret: he filmed what happened. Will sees the recording, assumes Travis willingly betrayed him, and returns to Boston with a broken heart. Only later does Travis discover the truth: Kendo kept that film not as a souvenir, but as leverage. Now, dear readers, the question belongs to you: What do you think happens when Will discovers that film? Does he dump Travis and walk away? Does he realize something is terribly wrong and fight for him? Or do you hope Will discovers Kendo’s scheme before Travis reaches rock bottom? Do tell. This author suspects May 26 may prove far more scandalous than any of us expect.

Personally, I hope Will dumps Travis and be with Austin.

Add a touch of the spirit of Julie Andrews as Lady Whistledown—elegant, wickedly observant, deliciously scandalous, and always one step ahead of society. My dearest readers, How very curious that matters of the heart become so much more interesting once loyalty, temptation, and a few dangerous little pills are invited to the same table. Our dear Travis appears convinced that Kendo understands him better than Will ever could. Kendo is present. Kendo is attentive. Kendo offers comfort without judgment and answers without questions. How irresistible. How convenient. One almost wonders whether our readers should simply surrender to the scandal and cheer for Travis to leave Will behind. But before we crown Kendo the more suitable gentleman, perhaps we should ask ourselves one rather inconvenient question: Is Will truly jealous of Kendo… or is he the only person who can see the trap closing around Travis? Travis believes himself in control. This author suspects otherwise. Indeed, I fear our poor gentleman may soon tumble spectacularly toward rock bottom. And should that unfortunate moment arrive, who shall be waiting with open arms? Why, Kendo, of course. An angel descending from the heavens at precisely the right moment. Or perhaps merely a clever gentleman who knows exactly when a vulnerable man will be most grateful to his rescuer. And gratitude, dear readers, can make the strongest chains feel remarkably like silk. Yet one should never underestimate Will. He has already caught one lie simply by checking the waves at Manhattan Beach. Give him time, and perhaps he will discover the one weakness Kendo has failed to conceal. Then imagine the scene. Will exposes Kendo. Travis finally awakens. The fog clears. And the man Travis believed was saving him is revealed to have been tightening the web around him all along. But alas, even if Will succeeds in rescuing Travis, there remains one final tragedy no amount of cleverness can easily repair. They may survive Kendo. They may survive the drugs. They may even survive the betrayal. But will Will and Travis ever look at one another quite the same way again? For sometimes, dear readers, waking from a nightmare does not return us to the world exactly as we left it. And this author suspects the true scandal has only just begun. Until the next delicious revelation…

Ooohh, a nice memorial card of Jackson. Wish you made one for Aunt Tonto, Robbie, and loved ones who were gone from us.

My dearest readers, It would appear that the scandal of Lord Granger, Earl of Brentwood’s infamous shower upon the deck has become the standard by which all future indiscretions shall be measured. Society may have gasped in horror, and no doubt our pious Spanish sailors reached for their prayers, yet one suspects more than a few curious eyes lingered just a heartbeat longer than propriety would permit. Scandalous? Undoubtedly. Forgettable? Never. Pushing down foreskinned cocks? Why, of course! Indeed, this latest chapter reminds us that Lord Brentwood possesses a singular talent for leaving hearts racing, tongues wagging, and imaginations delightfully untamed. Until the next delicious morsel of gossip, - A Most Faithful Arbour’s Reader

Oh, my dearest readers, One cannot help but observe that readers’ collective memory is remarkably selective. While much ink has been spilled recounting Lord Granger, Earl of Brentwood’s finest exploits, everyone seems to have overlooked what may well be his most unforgettable display of audacity. Have we all forgotten the occasion when His Lordship thought it perfectly reasonable to take his shower before an audience of Spanish sailors? One is left to wonder what expressions adorned the faces of those deeply devout sons of Spain. Were they scandalized? Speechless? Or simply questioning whether English noblemen possess a different understanding of modesty altogether? This humble observer eagerly awaits the next delicious scandal.

I am not worried about George being cockblocked cos he will get into the pants of this delicious captain, eventually! yumm yum yummmmmy!

I was of the very same opinion myself!

Mark, this is exactly how I envisioned Darius!

Ooooohhhhhh, si! Manu is definitely HOT.

Only Lord Brentwood could turn a logistical nightmare like hauling Marquess Cornwallis’s entire wardrobe on wheels into a masterclass of leadership and diplomacy. The way he navigates Cornwallis’s aristocratic excess without losing his cool? Pure genius. Granger’s patience rivals that of Saint Alphonsus Liguori himself—though even Alphonsus might have lost his temper here. Also, let’s be real, I still don’t trust his wife one bit—she’s clearly up to something. That woman is as charming as a snake in a ball gown. Brilliantly written, as always!

I hope so!

Can you please write off The Ice Bitch?

No one will ever win the arguments with JJ; and the best thing to do is let him go. Stay away from him. If he reaches out to you, you will know he will need something from you. But J? He is happier to stay out of his family’s lives. Maybe Kris will get him to realize his mistakes one day. As for me, I’ll write him off because I don’t have time for his rants and raves. And his narcissistic bullshits.

my Dearest Readers, You will be shocked when reading this… someone peeked through the window and saw Lord B and Sir F flicking each other in a Roman style bath!…………