I am thrilled to be participating in Miranda Liaison's official Blog Tour for her sexy new Indulgence, A MAN OF HONOR! I've got all of the details about this amazing new novel, including a sneak peek excerpt! Read on and enjoy!
About A MAN OF HONOR:
Former Army Captain and venture capitalist Preston Guthrie has always had a thing for Cat Kingston, but he never felt like he could date his best friend’s sister. Plus, he’s a wrong-side-of-the-tracks guy and she’s a white-picket-fence kind of woman. Yet when they met again just before he was deployed, sparks flew. A fire ignited. And the heat was hot. For the first time, he thought a relationship with her might be possible…until an injury in the war changed everything…Journalist Cat Kingston had a rough couple of years, surviving a broken engagement and the loss of her job. But connecting with Preston last fall seemed right. They shared steamy Skype sessions while he was overseas—until he was wounded, and cut her off without explanation. Now he’s back in town to be the Best Man for her sister’s wedding…and she wants answers.
Preston’s struggling with a leg wound, but the war scarred him on the inside, too. When Cat pays him a surprise visit and her brother catches them in a compromising position, Preston tells him they’re dating. He’s not sure how he can spend the entire wedding week fake-dating her when the chemistry between them feels anything but…
Review
A Man of Honor is the kind of book that just feels good to read.
I loved Preston from the start. His childhood sucked but he made his way out and took control of his life. He serves his country and is wounded both body and mind. And like a lot of good men, feels that he's no longer good enough for any women to love. But the relationship that held him together while he was deployed is too strong for him to avoid. And Cat is strong enough to demand the answers to why he blew her off without explaining the why of their breakup. Strong characters, both of them, drive this story and make it so enjoyable.
I loved the bit of pretending that forces them to be around each other more than Preston was comfortable with. His attraction to Cat is so strong, that was all he really needed. And I always enjoy pretending.
It must be said that I loved his sexy dragon tat!
It must be said that I loved his sexy dragon tat!
Cat does some pretty hard soul searching which I also enjoy in a book. Her family, or rather her Grandmother, has pushed her in one direction through college and now she's not enjoying the world of Journalism. She finds joy in a classroom but her family (read that Grandmother) would never approve of such a poor paying profession (grrrr from the teacher in the room...that's me). I enjoyed her journey to figure that out and especially how she found her strength to make her own choices.
This is the kind of yummy romance that doesn't need to describe every detail of their sexy times to be sexy and hot. I think I've read too many books lately that leave nothing to the imagination. This one was a good balance of detail and my imagination.
This was my first book by this author and I enjoyed her style. The writing was well done and the story engaging. I read it pretty quickly and didn't want to put it down. When you just want that good story for an evening, pick this one up.
Excerpt from A MAN OF HONOR:
Whoever this woman was, he was certain she was not a prostitute. His friends weren’t that tacky. But no reason he couldn’t play along for a bit. Even with his bum leg, he’d had plenty of offers from sympathetic young things pining to do their patriotic duty for a fallen soldier. He’d never been that desperate. Still wasn’t. But he’d love a distraction. Love to forget everything for just a few moments: the pain, the hell, the woman he’d left in the dust.The lady in black sashayed across the room to stand directly behind him, where he couldn’t easily turn to see her face. She looped cool hands over his eyes, leaning her elbows on the top of his chair. Raindrops rolled off her jacket and landed on his neck, sending a slight shiver cascading down his back. A clean, delicate fragrance he couldn’t quite place enveloped him in a cloud of scent.“What would you like tonight, soldier?” Her voice was smooth as silk, but her hands trembled, making him think she must be young, inexperienced. She brushed her lips softly along his neck. He would put a stop to this nonsense in a minute, but God, it felt too damn good to be touched.The image that played before his eyes, stabbing his heart with the same immutable pain as his worthless leg, was of another woman, not vampy, not sultry. Soft blond hair, a smile as sweet as homemade sugar cookies at Christmas. More slender than curvy, but just right for his tastes. There’d been a time before his injury when he’d almost believed he could make up for his shitty upbringing and be the man she needed. But not anymore. And not ever.The war had changed all that.That scent. Lavender, that’s what it was. Sweet and old fashioned, a huge contrast to her provocative behavior. Familiar. And that voice, too, once you peeled off the layers of that phony lilt.His heart accelerated, his senses sharpening with suspicion. “Why are you here?” he asked as casually as he could manage while he reached up his hands and curved them around her wrists. Slender, just like hers.“Your friends sent me to show you a good time,” she said. He ran his hands lightly up her arms, stopping just below her elbow.His heart pumped equal parts dread and anticipation through his body. Too many coincidences had raised his spy sense. Her timidity, the disguise, the sweet smell that had permeated his dreams every bloody night in the hot, arid desert. This was no stripper. Or dancer. Or whatever masquerade she was playing at. He didn’t know how or why, but he’d recognize Catherine Kingston if he was blind and deaf.His hands stilled at her elbows. For one moment, he stroked the soft skin, enjoying the forbidden feel of her. Then he tightened his hold, pivoted his shoulders, and sent her tumbling into his lap. The hood tipped back, and he found himself staring into a pair of angry eyes the color of a September sky.“What the—”She struggled against him, but he didn’t ease up. His leg might be just about useless, but everywhere else, he was lock-grip strong. He’d pinned her as easily as a judo master’s takedown.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
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