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Tuesday, June 28, 2016

A Man of Honor by Miranda Liasson


About Miranda Liasson

Miranda Liasson loves to write stories about courageous but flawed characters who find love despite themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs along the way, even better! She’s a former Golden Heart winner who writes series romance for Entangled Publishing and lighthearted contemporary romance for Montlake Publishing. She lives in the Midwest with her husband, three kids, and Posey, a rescue cat with attitude.

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Review by Suze
For Cat there's only one man, she loves her brother's best friend Preston. Cat hasn't been lucky when it comes to relationships. She was abandoned by her fiancé shortly before their wedding. After that she found comfort with Preston, but he was far away. They became close, but their relationship couldn't become physical. Then Preston returned from his army mission, injured and traumatized. Cat wanted to be there for him, but he pushed her away, going through his recovery process on his own. After a period of intensive rehab he's back again for a wedding they both play an important part in. They have to be able to be civilized to one another, because they will be spending quite a lot of time together.
When Cat visits Preston to talk things through they give in to their attraction, but they don't get very far, because Cat's brother catches them. To avoid his anger Preston tells him he's dating Cat. This isn't true at all, instead he wants to keep Cat at a distance. His troubled childhood and the pain caused by his injury are keeping him away from her. Preston is convinced Cat deserves someone better, someone undamaged. She isn't ready to give up though. Will Preston finally listen to his heart or will he keep resisting the woman he's meant to be with?
A Man of Honor is an impressive love story. Preston has been through a lot and he didn't come out of it unscathed. He has many problems and one of them is his leg injury which is causing constant pain. He's a beautiful, strong man, who's also vulnerable. He needs love, but he is afraid to let anyone in. Cat is cheerful and optimistic. After she lost her job and her fiancé she's trying to get her life back on track again. She's a sweetheart and it's impossible not to like her. Preston and Cat have great chemistry and it's obvious they belong together. Preston keeps pushing Cat away, but he can't keep dismissing his feelings for her at the same time. That was fascinating to witness and I couldn't wait to find out if he would eventually give in or not.
Miranda Liasson has written a wonderful story about true love, loss, pain, hope and confidence. I liked A Man of Honor from the start. It's a moving story with main characters that are easy to feel sympathy for. The attraction between Cat and Preston is so intense that it's taking over everything that happens. They can't stay away from one another. For me that was the best part of the story. Miranda Liasson made their connection raw and inevitable. The ending put a smile on my face and I loved the last chapter. I really enjoyed reading this powerful romantic story.


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.