By: Cat Sebastian
Releasing September 20, 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 Turner grew up in the slums of London, but her didn't stay there, and after working as a valet for a lord, he feels that his many talents were best suited for other pursuits. He "helps" the women of London protects themselves from people who mean them harm. But when Oliver Riverton walks in demanding to know why his sister had used his services, the same Oliver Riverton that has haunted his dreams.
Oliver Riverton is trying to settle in to a quiet and less chaotic life, since he left the Army. Which he needs after his knee was damaged by a bullet. But when he confronted Jack Turner over a "commission" from his sister, he wasn't expecting to take an interest in a client's problem, or feel an attraction to Jack himself, but he did.
So now Jack and Oliver embark on a mission to find a blackmailer and a murder. But will they be able to keep their relationship a secret or will the find out and suffer dire consequences.
When I first heard that Avon Romance were releasing a M/M historical romance, I was thrilled, but The Soldier's Scoundrel was more that I could ever had hoped for and I will be completely honest, I picked up this book with high expectations and far surpassed my high expectations.
This is Cat Sebastian debut novel (at least with Avon) but I was captivated by her writing from the start. The plot was refreshing, gripping and such a delight to read, I'm struggling to put into words just how amazing this book is, but take it from me, it is one that you need to read.
Now when it came to the characters; I loved Jack's gritty character, but he has a very clear soft spot for Oliver and I loved that and I also loved the way he was honest being a idiot. I think Oliver was my favorite character in this book! I loved the fact that he blushed when talking to Jack and I also loved the fact that this hardened soldier opened his heart up to a man, that could chew him up and spit him out. Now I liked the siblings of both the main characters, but none of them really stuck out, but it gave me more time to grow a bigger affection for Jack and Oliver.
I give The Soldier's Scoundrel 5 very well deserved stars!
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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.
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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