on September 20th, 2016
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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
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.
Challenges of writing about m/m romances in historical times:
The main challenge of writing m/m historical romance is creating a satisfying happy ending without sugarcoating the fact that same-sex couples faced enormous obstacles. The happily ever after in a same-sex historical romance is going to take a different shape than it does in an opposite-sex romance. I can’t even think of a m/f historical romance in which the characters don’t get married or plan to get married (if I’m wrong, I’d love to know about it!). Obviously, this was not an option for same sex couples in the period I’m writing about, so there needs to be some way for the characters to commit to building a future together.
At the same time, secrecy was vital. The happy ending for two men who fall in love during that time needs to explain how they can be together but also keep the true nature of their relationship secret from anyone who can’t be trusted. Sodomy was, of course, a crime in 19th century Britain. Men were hanged and pilloried for sodomy convictions.
But even when it’s dangerous or impractical, people fall in love. It’s a basic thing that humans do! I love that I get to fill the (fictional) past with the love stories that have been erased or forgotten about.
When I first saw the tour for this book, I did a double take with a side of, whaaaaaaaaaaat. Avon has a M/M AND it’s historical?! Hells yes. I am so happy I was able to review this book. It was all sorts of great.
I enjoyed the story and the characters were wonderful. I thoroughly enjoyed Jack (the scoundrel) with his alpha male, I know what I’m doing and I make no apologies about it, attitude. I think he was the perfect person to bring Oliver out of his shell a little.
Speaking of Oliver (our soldier)…can I just say how freaking adorable this man is? For a soldier, and a man that is not small in stature, he’s all sorts of cute with his blushing and innocent way he sees things. I’m sure there will be people who gripe that he’s a softie and men aren’t that blinded about things going on then, but there will always be that one person who assumes the best in people and that they follow the rules. I honestly enjoyed his character the most out of the book.
Secondary characters and a wonderfully written story adds to this great tale of forbidden love. I cannot wait to see what else Ms. Sebastian has in store for for us in the future!
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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