By: Cat Sebastian
Releasing July 4, 2017
Avon Impulse
Avon Impulse
Rogue. Libertine. Rake. Lord Courtenay has been called many things and has never much cared. But after the publication of a salacious novel supposedly based on his exploits, he finds himself shunned from society. Unable to see his nephew, he is willing to do anything to improve his reputation, even if that means spending time with the most proper man in London.
Julian Medlock has spent years becoming the epitome of correct behavior. As far as he cares, if Courtenay finds himself in hot water, it’s his own fault for behaving so badly—and being so blasted irresistible. But when Julian’s sister asks him to rehabilitate Courtenay’s image, Julian is forced to spend time with the man he loathes—and lusts after—most.
As Courtenay begins to yearn for a love he fears he doesn’t deserve, Julian starts to understand how desire can drive a man to abandon all sense of propriety. But he has secrets he’s determined to keep, because if the truth came out, it would ruin everyone he loves. Together, they must decide what they’re willing to risk for love.
Julian Medlock has spent years becoming the epitome of correct behavior. As far as he cares, if Courtenay finds himself in hot water, it’s his own fault for behaving so badly—and being so blasted irresistible. But when Julian’s sister asks him to rehabilitate Courtenay’s image, Julian is forced to spend time with the man he loathes—and lusts after—most.
As Courtenay begins to yearn for a love he fears he doesn’t deserve, Julian starts to understand how desire can drive a man to abandon all sense of propriety. But he has secrets he’s determined to keep, because if the truth came out, it would ruin everyone he loves. Together, they must decide what they’re willing to risk for love.
London, 1817
Julian pursed his lips as he gazed at the symmetrical brick façade of his sister’s house. It was every bit as bad as he had feared. He could hear the racket from the street, for God’s sake. He pulled the brim of his hat lower on his forehead, as if concealing his face would go any distance toward mitigating the damage done by his sister having turned her house into a veritable brothel. Right in the middle of Mayfair, and at eleven in the morning, when the entire ton was on hand to bear witness to her degradation, no less. Say what one wanted about Eleanor—and at this moment Julian could only imagine what was being said—but she did not do things by halves.
As he climbed the steps to her door, the low rumble of masculine voices drifted from an open second story window. Somebody was playing a pianoforte—badly—and a lady was singing out of key.
No, not a lady. Julian suppressed a sigh. Whoever these women were in his sister’s house, they were not ladies. No lady in her right mind would consort with the sort of men Eleanor had been entertaining lately. Every young buck with a taste for vice had made his way to her house over these last weeks, along with their mistresses or courtesans or whatever one was meant to call them. And the worst of them, the blackguard who had started Eleanor on her path to becoming a byword for scandal, was Lord Courtenay.
A shiver trickled down Julian’s spine at the thought of encountering the man, and he could not decide whether it was from simple, honest loathing or something much, much worse.
The door swung open before Julian had raised his hand to the knocker.
“Mr. Medlock, thank goodness.” The look of abject relief on the face of Eleanor’s butler might have struck Julian as vaguely inappropriate under any other circumstance. But considering the tableau that presented itself in Eleanor’s vestibule, the butler’s informality hardly registered.
Propped against the elegantly papered wall, a man in full evening dress snored peacefully, a bottle of brandy cradled in his arms and a swath of bright crimson silk draped across his leg. A lady’s gown, Julian gathered. The original wearer of the garment was, mercifully, not present.
“I came as soon as I received your message.” Julian had not been best pleased to receive a letter from his sister’s butler, of all people, begging that he return to London ahead of schedule. Having secured a coveted invitation to a very promising house party, he was loath to leave early in order to evict a set of bohemians and reprobates from his sister’s house.
“The cook is threatening to quit, sir,” said the butler. Tilbury, a man of over fifty who had been with Eleanor since she and Julian had arrived in England, had gray circles under his eyes. No doubt the revels had interrupted his sleep. “And I’ve already sent all but the—ah—hardiest of the housemaids to the country. It wouldn’t do for them to be imposed upon. I’d never forgive myself.”
Julian nodded. “You were quite right to send for me. Where is my sister?” Several unmatched slippers were scattered along the stairs that led toward the drawing room and bedchambers. He gritted his teeth.
“Lady Standish is in her study, sir.”
Julian’s eyebrows shot up. “Her study,” he repeated. Eleanor was hosting an orgy—really, there was no use in pretending it was anything else—but ducked out to conduct an experiment. Truly, the experiments were bad enough, but Julian had always managed to conceal their existence. But to combine scientific pursuits with actual orgies struck Julian as excessive in all directions.
“You,” he said, nudging the sleeping man with the toe of his boot. He was not climbing over drunken bodies, not today, not any day. “Wake up.” The man opened his eyes with what seemed a great deal of effort. “Who are you? No, never mind, I can’t be bothered to care.” The man wasn’t any older than Julian himself, certainly not yet five and twenty, but Julian felt as old as time and as irritable as a school mistress compared to this specimen of self-indulgence. “Get up, restore that gown to its owner, and be gone before I decide to let your father know what you’ve been up to.” As so often happened when Julian ordered people about, this fellow complied.
Julian made his way to Eleanor’s study, and found her furiously scribbling at her writing table, a mass of wires and tubes arranged before her. She didn’t look up at the sound of the door opening, nor when he pointedly closed it behind him. Eleanor, once she was busy working, was utterly unreachable. She had been like this since they were children. He felt a rush of affection for her despite how much trouble she was causing him.
“Eleanor?” Nothing. He stooped to gather an empty wine bottle and a few abandoned goblets, letting them clink noisily together as he deposited them onto a table. Still no response. “Nora?” It almost physically hurt to say his childhood name for her when things felt so awkward and strained between them.
“It won’t work,” came a low drawl. “I’ve been sitting here these past two hours and I haven’t gotten a response.”
Banishing any evidence of surprise from his countenance, Julian turned to see Lord Courtenay himself sprawled in a low chair in a shadowy corner. There oughtn’t to have been any shadows in the middle of the day in a bright room, but trust Lord Courtenay to find one to lurk in.
Julian quickly schooled his face into some semblance of indifference. No, that was a reach; his face was simply not going to let him pretend indifference to Courtenay. He doubted whether anyone had ever shared space with Lord Courtenay without being very much aware of that fact. And it wasn’t only his preposterous good looks that made him so . . . noticeable. The man served as a sort of magnet for other people’s attention, and Julian hated himself for being one of those people. As far as he could tell, the man’s entire problem was that people paid a good deal too much attention to him. But one could hardly help it, not when he looked like that.
Another
eagerly anticipated novel by Cat Sebastian.
The Brigand Prince of Salerno, a novel and the talk of the ton. It's this season's source of much gossip, as rumours circulate that the inspiration for Brigand Prince is Lord Courtenay, whose name and reputation are usually linked to scandals. He may have been back in London for a short time, but news of his ways have reached the father of his nephew; a boy he helped raise before the death of the child's mother; his sister. When Julian Medlock decides to assist the poor chap to regain his social status, he does not realise he will be the one to benefit most.
Julian Medlock's sister, Lady Eleanor Standish has befriended the scandalous Lord Courtenay. Much to his despair. He himself believing the dashingly handsome rake to be his sister's lover. When it becomes clear his assumption is wrong and discovers the gentleman needs accepting back into society, Julian begins a campaign to aid the man. However, despite his attraction to his subject, he wouldn't have believed that his feelings for him would ever be reciprocated.
I found The Ruin of a Rake a little slow in the beginning as we are introduced to the protagonists and the scene's set. Yet, I wasn't discouraged because Cat Sebastian's other novels are sufficient enough proof that once the pace of the narrative picks up, you're helpless to stop yourself from becoming fully engrossed in the storyline. With witty dialogue, comes highly entertaining, delightful protagonists. In addition, an equally colourful band of supporting characters add humour.
The Brigand Prince of Salerno, a novel and the talk of the ton. It's this season's source of much gossip, as rumours circulate that the inspiration for Brigand Prince is Lord Courtenay, whose name and reputation are usually linked to scandals. He may have been back in London for a short time, but news of his ways have reached the father of his nephew; a boy he helped raise before the death of the child's mother; his sister. When Julian Medlock decides to assist the poor chap to regain his social status, he does not realise he will be the one to benefit most.
Julian Medlock's sister, Lady Eleanor Standish has befriended the scandalous Lord Courtenay. Much to his despair. He himself believing the dashingly handsome rake to be his sister's lover. When it becomes clear his assumption is wrong and discovers the gentleman needs accepting back into society, Julian begins a campaign to aid the man. However, despite his attraction to his subject, he wouldn't have believed that his feelings for him would ever be reciprocated.
I found The Ruin of a Rake a little slow in the beginning as we are introduced to the protagonists and the scene's set. Yet, I wasn't discouraged because Cat Sebastian's other novels are sufficient enough proof that once the pace of the narrative picks up, you're helpless to stop yourself from becoming fully engrossed in the storyline. With witty dialogue, comes highly entertaining, delightful protagonists. In addition, an equally colourful band of supporting characters add humour.
If you've read Ms Sebastian's other books, you'll see there's a cross-over of many characters and in this book specifically, it was a distraction for me because I was desperately trying to remember them from previous books, rather than concentrate solely on the current narrative. You don't need to read these titles to enjoy this one. Not knowing additional character information isn't relevant to this novel. Those issues aside (for me), I thoroughly enjoyed this steamy, Regency romance.
If you love historical romance and looking for something a little diverse, these M/M novels come highly recommended. All are standalone and are exquisitely written. They all have a gentleman and rogue romance and are all equally enjoyable.
***arc generously received courtesy of Avon Impulse via Edelweiss+***
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