The Soldier’s Scoundrel by Cat Sebastian #BlogTour #Excerpt #Interview

Two men only meant for each other.
Releasing Sept 20th, 2016 from Avon Impulse
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

Interview with Cat Sebastian

What inspired you to become an author?

 I’ve always made up stories, and when my kids were old enough to go to school, I started thinking about writing. It didn’t get much further than thinking—everything I wrote was more or less Georgette Heyer fanfic. But then last summer I participated in Avon’s FanLit contest. I had recently read Ellen Kushner’s Swordspoint and KJ Charles’ short story The Ruin of Gabriel Ashleigh, so I had queer historical romance on my mind. When I realized that the contest prompt didn’t necessarily have to be interpreted as m/f, I could not resist writing an m/m entry. I didn’t win (or even come close) but I met a group of writers who were (and are!) amazingly supportive. They encouraged me to try my hand at writing the first draft of what became The Soldier’s Scoundrel.

How did you know which genre you wanted to write?

When my kids were all little (I had twins when my oldest was barely two, so they were all pretty much babies at the same time) I read a lot of historical romance as an escape. Like, I cleared out my library’s shelves of everything Julia Quinn and Lisa Kleypas wrote, because those heroines weren’t staying up all night with colicky babies or changing infinity diapers a day. They were dressing in silk pelisses and dancing at Almack’s; they were going to marry dukes and hire nurses and governesses to deal with their kids. It was total escapism. So, when I started to write, I felt really at home in 19th century England (at least, fictional 19th century England).

 What do you like to do when you aren’t writing?

 I read, of course! My kids keep me pretty busy, too,

 Where did your inspiration for s/s come from?

I really wanted to write the story of a Regency-era fixer. There was just so much wrong with that era. For example, there was very little a woman could do to leave a bad marriage while also retaining custody of her children. And servants with unscrupulous employers had no recourse unless they wanted to be dismissed without a reference. So I could totally imagine how much work a fixer might have on his hands. I could also imagine what kind of personality this character would have to have: cynical, gruff, not very fond of the upper classes. I built the rest of the story around Jack’s personality.

What’s next?

I just finished writing the story of a confidence artist (Jack’s brother, Georgie) who falls in love with the man he’s supposed to be swindling (a reclusive inventor who likes blowing things up). I’m also working on an f/f novella featuring Molly Wilkins, a lady’s maid who appears briefly in The Soldier’s Scoundrel.


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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