While Jacko works for Xavier and tolerates Vic, in A Right to Love, he and Alice are the main characters and the rest of the crew, including Vic and Xavier, are secondary characters. Thus, it technically didn't qualify to be part of THE ADVENTURES OF XAVIER & VIC. So it became a spinoff, which I labeled Book 2.5. Sadly, I've discovered that has resulted in poor Jack and Alice being terribly ignored. Peeps happily read through books 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 6, 7, and 8, not realizing they have missed a book which shares details you won't learn otherwise.
To hopefully correct the situation, I'm going to create a 3 book series about Jacko. For you see, Alice wasn't Jacko's first love. He had fallen for Lady Anne as well, and she has two books, in which poor Jacko looks like a contender but get's kick to curb eventually. Then he returns to England, and meets Alice. Their story is a long one. Perhaps, I'll divide it in two and make it four spinoffs. Maybe, I'll call the series FINDING LOVE or maybe Jacko's Search for Love.
Jacko, a gypsy with a great love for stealing, rescues a suffragette from Bedlam. Upon returning the elderly woman to safety, he meets her blue-stocking daughter. Alice has decided she prefers managing her estate farms over London society. She is resigned to never marry until the handsome and surprisingly wealthy man with a dark past and several identities steals her heart.
Jacko struggled to keep his eyes open. It seemed like days since he had last slept. He tried to recall the last time he had a solid four hours of rest. Thinking back, he groaned at the answer. Not since Davy asked him to assist Vic. God, Xavier’s pup was about to run him into the ground with her relentless tasks.
Normally, he would have refused this assignment. Any damn fool could follow the directions here. He came for one reason.
As he turned the last curve in the road, his heart lifted at the sight of Alice standing outside of the house, waiting for him. He blinked, uncertain if she were real or an illusion of his sleep-deprived mind. He had left so abruptly last time, he hardly deserved such a welcome.
As he neared, she stepped forward, as if impatient to receive him. Now certain she was not an illusion, he smiled in return and nudged the horses to move a bit faster.
The horses ignored him. Five hours of lugging a load of humans had taken its toll on all. When he pulled to a halt, Alice stood next to the wagon, shifting from foot to foot, impatiently waiting for him to tie off the horses and get down.
He cursed softly as he struggled with his simple task. Her groomsman, Dom, climbed up from the other side. “I’ll take it from here, sir.”
Jacko rested his hand on Dom’s arm and nodded in appreciation. He then stumbled off the wagon. He would have fallen if not for Alice’s strong grip around his waist. God, she felt wonderful.
“Are you hurt?” she asked as her hands frisked his chest. The electricity in her touch helped him revive.
“I’m just tired. Vic is a hard taskmaster.”
Alice brushed gentle fingers over his cheek. When he looked in her eyes he saw more than concern, he saw both desire and love. He shook his head and tried to clear his mind. Ladies did not love men like him.
“Let me get you to bed,” she said.
Now certain he had fallen asleep and simply dreamed her looks of love and desire, he shook his head. “I have to wake up.”
“Just lean on me,” she insisted. She then spoke loudly to the assembled company. “Welcome to Litchfield. My butler Thomas will see you settled. If any of you know why you are here, please let him know.”
Still certain he dreamed, he laughed at her request. He had never heard a more dignified admission of confusion. “God, you are magnificent.”