Virtual Tour - The Soldiers Scoundrel By Cat Sebastian

Two men only meant for each other.

THE SOLDIER'S SCOUNDREL 

Cat Sebastian

Releasing Sept 20th, 2016

Avon Impulse

A scoundrel who lives in the shadows 

Jack Turner grew up in the darkness of Londons 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 gentlemans life-one that doesnt include sparring with a neer-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 Jacks pleasure in watching his genteel polish crumble every time theyre together.

Two men only meant for each other

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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 clients problems were variations on that same theme. Jack might have been bored if he werent so angry.

A knock sounded at the door, a welcome distraction. His sister always knocked, as if she didnt 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. 

Theres 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 hadnt 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 didnt take gentlemen as clients. He tried to keep any trace of impatience out of his voice, but didnt think he quite managed it.

I have customers downstairs and I dont 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 dont 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 thats 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 dont.

Im 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 didnt 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 strangers 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.

Youre Jack Turner?

There was something about his voicethe absurd level of polish, perhapsthat made Jack look more carefully at his visitors face.

Could itit couldnt 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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