Two men only meant for each other.
THE SOLDIER'S SCOUNDREL
Releasing Sept 20th, 2016
A scoundrel who lives in the shadows.
Jack Turner grew up in the darkness of London’s slums, born into a life of crime and willing to do anything to keep his belly full and his siblings safe. Now he uses the tricks and schemes of the underworld to help those who need the kind of assistance only a scoundrel can provide. His distrust of the nobility runs deep and his services do not extend to the gorgeous high-born soldier who personifies everything Jack will never be.
A soldier untarnished by vice.
After the chaos of war, Oliver Rivington craves the safe predictability of a gentleman’s life-one that doesn’t include sparring with a ne’er-do-well who flouts the law at every turn. But Jack tempts Oliver like no other man has before. Soon his yearning for the unapologetic criminal is only matched by Jack’s pleasure in watching his genteel polish crumble every time they’re together.
Two men only meant for each other.
Jack absently skimmed his finger along the surface of his desk, tracing a swirl through the sand he had used to blot his notes. Another case was solved and done with, another gentleman too drunk on his own power and consequence to remember to pay servants and tradesmen, too dissipated to bother being faithful to his wife. Nearly every client’s problems were variations on that same theme. Jack might have been bored if he weren’t so angry.
A knock sounded at the door, a welcome distraction. His sister always knocked, as if she didn’t want to interrupt whatever depravities Jack was conducting on the other side of the door. She did it out of an excess of consideration, but Jack still felt like she was waiting for him to do something unspeakable at any moment.
She was right, of course, but still it grated.
“Come in, Sarah.
“There’s a gentleman here to see you,” she said, packing a world of both disapproval and deference into those few words.
Really, it was a pity she hadn’t been born a man because the world had lost a first rate butler there. The butlers Jack had served under would have been put fairly to shame.
“Tell him to bugger off.” Sarah knew perfectly well he didn’t take gentlemen as clients. He tried to keep any trace of impatience out of his voice, but didn’t think he quite managed it.
“I have customers downstairs and I don’t want a scene.” She had pins jammed into the sleeve of her gown, a sign that she had been interrupted in the middle of a fitting. No wonder her lips were pursed.
“And I don’t want any gentlemen.” Too late, he realized he had set her up for a smart-mouthed response. Now she was going to press her advantage because that’s what older sisters did. But Sarah must have been developing some restraint, or maybe she was only in a hurry, because all she did was raise a single eyebrow as if to say, like hell you don’t.
“I’m not your gatekeeper,” she said a moment later, her tone deceptively mild. But on her last word Jack could hear a trace of that old accent they had both worked so hard to shed. Sarah had to be driven to distraction if she was letting her accent slip.
“Send him up, then,” he conceded. This arrangement of theirs depended on a certain amount of compromise on both sides.
She vanished, her shoes scarcely making any sound on the stairs. A moment later he heard the heavier tread of a man not at all concerned about disturbing the clients below.
This man didn’t bother knocking. He simply sailed through the door Sarah had left ajar as if he had every right in the world to enter whatever place he pleased, at whatever time he wanted.
To hell with that. Jack took his time stacking his cards, pausing a moment to examine one with feigned and hopefully infuriating interest. The gentleman coughed impatiently; Jack mentally awarded himself the first point.
“Yes?” Jack looked up for the first time, as if only now noticing the stranger’s presence. He could see why Sarah had pegged him straight away as a gentleman. Everything about him, from his mahogany walking stick to his snowy white linen, proclaimed his status.
“You’re Jack Turner?”
There was something about his voice—the absurd level of polish, perhaps—that made Jack look more carefully at his visitor’s face.Could it—it couldn’t be. But it was.
A lovely debut from Cat Sebastian. Historical M/M lovers have a new author to watch!
In the past few years I've gone from reluctant historical romance reader to having historical romance be one of my favorite genres. There is something about having everything be so period-perfect, so refined and formal yet so wickedly explicit, that just gets me going. This book had all the right ingredients, and the story was beautifully told.
I have a particular weakness for MCs of differing classes in HR. I loved the contrast between Oliver's refinement and Jack's rougher, more worldly history. It was exactly the type of relationship that I enjoy, with each man playing off one another in an enemies-to-lovers vibe with a heavy undercurrent of lust.
The story had an adventure/mystery feel, but mostly it was about two men from different walks of life getting to know one another. There was a lot of attraction from the start, but the romance was slow-burn and grew stronger and stronger with time. The period details were also very good, and the book had a great sense of atmosphere about it. I was transported into the story, which is always a fabulous thing.
I did have a few minor issues. For one, the book is a little on the long side, clocking in at 352 pages. There are some books that I just can't put down, but I had no issues putting this one aside and coming back to it the next day. While the plot was very engaging, it was also a bit slow-moving.
I also think that the author could have turned up the heat a tad more on the sex scenes. Sure, I'm a dirty girl and I love a filthy-talker, so some of the criticism could be just my personal taste, but I think the author could have taken it even further.
Finally, I'm not quite sure that these two men could really have made it work in the time-period. I was pretty happy with how everything was resolved, but I found their HEA to be a tad unrealistic. However, I accept that romance, especially M/M historical romance, often requires a bit of a suspension of reality.
Overall, I really enjoyed The Soldier's Scoundrel, and I think all HR-lovers will enjoy it too. It had all of the makings of a great story, and Cat Sebastiandid a great job executing it. I can't wait to see what she comes up with next!
*Copy provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review*
Cat Sebastian lives in a swampy part of the South with her husband, three kids, and two dogs. Before her kids were born, she practiced law and taught high school and college writing. When she isn't reading or writing, she's doing crossword puzzles, bird watching, and wondering where she put her coffee cup.
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