Friday, September 23, 2016

Blog Tour ARC Review: The Soldier's Scoundrel by Cat Sebastian

The Soldier's Scoundrel
by Cat Sebastian
Release Date: 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.

This is a pleasant surprise especially from a debut author. Is rare for me to discover some good historical m/m and when I saw this book, I knew I gotta read it. 

Oliver Rivington, the son of Earl and an ex-army, returned to London with a busted knee. He is a straight laced gentleman and highly honorable. He expect things to be perfect order and people to respect the law. When he meet Jack Turner his belief and boundaries are sorely tested.

Jack Turner might appear to be a morally corrupt scoundrel, but underneath his criminally incline disposition lies a man with a good heart. He took in clients who pay him handsomely to solve their problems by skirting the laws. 

We have a case of family scandal whereby Jack was hired to investigate and due to Oliver's nosiness and boredom, they both set upon an interesting journey that brings them from the upper class of London's society to the bowel of St. Giles. They are such a miss match pair that it brought forth some funny and awkward moments.

As for the case itself, it was pretty tame and not high in suspense. I don't even care much about the case in the beginning and only feel slightly invested during the last quarter of the book when the truth is unveil. 

As for the romance itself, it can be better if the author crank up the heat more. I'm so used to much dirtier m/m romance that this feel rather tame. I would prefer there are more heated glances, more hanky panky and much longer sex scenes. This is merely my personal preference.

However, I did enjoyed the romance between Jack and Oliver. Is abit of hate at first sight between them with Oliver and Jack having prejudice about each other. Jack who used to be servant for nobleman, sneer at Oliver high handedness and his perfect manners. Oliver can't even fathom the idea of Jack totally disregard for law. 

The fact that they both have such different status in the society is an interesting angle. They live in a period whereby not only they can never come out as homosexual, is not even a good idea to be seen together as acquaintance due to their status difference. I really like the idea that it was Oliver who make the initiatives to really be with Jack and show him that a future for them is possible.

I'm really looking forward to the next book about Jack's brother, Georgie. But at the same time, I hope the author will explore more on Oliver and Jack's future. Maybe thrown in another interesting case for Jack to solve with the help from Oliver.

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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