Length: 32,000 words approx.
Publisher: JMS Books
Blurb
Sebastian Farrah knows the only useful thing he can do with his life is join Wellington’s army. He has tried everything else and failed. He agrees to his brother’s ridiculous request to spend a month in the country because it is the only way his brother will agree to purchase him a commission.
Charles and Sebastian clash but quickly form a bond that deepens into much more. However, they are running out of time. Charles begs Sebastian to stay, but Sebastian knows to do so he will be forced to reveal what it is that stopped him from succeeding in everything. The shameful secret he carries from the schoolroom.
My Two Pennies Worth
Ruby Moone is fast becoming one of my favourite historical romance writers. This book is set with the backdrop of the Napoleonic War and shows the contrast of a soldier recently returned from the horrors with a young man eager to join up to 'prove himself'.
I love myself a damaged hero, and here we get two. Charles, haunted by the terrors that he has seen in the war against the French, and Sebastian, who considers himself unworthy and stupid, mostly because that is how his family have made him feel.
The chemistry between the two men is evident almost immediately, and it's a lovely slow burn until we get to a place where they finally give in to their feelings and desires. This is a relatively low angst novella, with a slight bump in the road towards the end.
The secondary characters are gorgeous and I'd love a prequel with their story.
All in all this is a glorious novella, with endearing characters, that filled my heart with happiness. If you want a serious case of the warm and fuzzies you can't do better than sparing a couple of hours to read this.
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Excerpt
Coulson arrived with the tea tray and Charles smiled as he realised Farrah had lost that slightly frantic look he’d had on realising there was no port or brandy on his arrival. When Coulson had retreated, Charles raised his cup in a toast.
“Congratulations on another sterling week Mr Farrah.”
Farrah laughed and raised his cup in response. “Congratulations on putting up with me for another week. You deserve a medal, Captain Hawkins.”
“Nonsense. No medals required.”
Farrah tilted his head on one side and observed him. “You really are the best of men. I know I’m not easy to have around. Too loud, too ... much.” He laughed again.
And there he went again. He really seemed to believe that his company would not be valued. That he would be some sort of burden. Charles was stunned when he realised that in that moment he wanted nothing more than to take him in his arms and tell him in no uncertain terms that having him in the house was no hardship, and not only that, he discovered he wanted to hunt down the people who had told him that he was a burden, or a nuisance, and hurt them. It was a disconcerting.
He had to fight to retain his composure and answer in kind. “Piffle. You’ve brightened the place up no end. Once you’d sobered up, that is.” He kept his tone light, but his heart was thumping.
“Really?”
For a big, handsome, seemingly confident man sometimes there was a hint of such wistfulness about him, and it was there full force in that softly spoken word. It was filled with such fragile hope it hurt something inside Charles.
“Really.” Charles spoke softly and something in Farrah brightened. “Now, stop fishing for compliments and tell me what the plan for tomorrow is.” He had to resume his usual brisk tone because if he didn’t, he would have ... Charles' heart stopped in his chest. Oh God. Oh God.
He wanted to kiss him.
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