Today I am very excited to be hosting Bec McMaster and her new novel, Of Silk and Steam. I love the entire series (it's one of my very favorite steampunk series) so I jumped at the chance to share it. Stay tuned for my review, which I will be posting soon. In the meantime, enjoy the excerpt from Of Silk and Steam and enter the giveaway to win a copy of Kiss of Steel, the first book in the London Steampunk series.
Title:
Of Silk and Steam
Author: Bec McMaster
Series: London Steampunk
Publication Date: March 3rd, 2015
ISBN: 9781402291944
ENEMIES. ALLIES. LOVERS.
When
her beloved father was assassinated, Lady Aramina swore revenge. The
man responsible is well beyond her grasp, but his dangerously seductive
heir, Leo Barrons,
is fair game. When Mina obtains evidence proving that Leo is
illegitimate, she has the means to destroy both the killer and his son, a
man who troubles her heart and tempts her body.
A
woman of mystery, Mina’s long driven Leo crazy with glimpses of a fiery
passion that lurks beneath her icy veneer. He knows she’s hiding
something, and he’s determined
to unravel her layer by silken layer. He just doesn’t expect the
beautiful liar to be the key to overthrowing the corrupt prince
consort…or to saving his own carefully walled-off heart.
Bec McMaster
lives in a small town in Victoria, Australia and grew up with her nose
in a book. A member of RWA, RWA (Australia) and RWNZ, she writes sexy,
dark paranormals and steampunk romance. When not writing, reading, or
poring over travel brochures, she loves spending time with her very own
hero or daydreaming about new worlds.
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An Excerpt
Barrons looked at her. “Do you trust me?”
“No.”
His father would have cut her down without thinking, but Barrons was an
enigma. If he were a different man, she would have enjoyed his
attentions,
but a part of her couldn’t help wondering if his pursuit of her was just
a way to get closer, to slip the knife in when she least expected it…
Could she trust that he meant her no harm?
His
hand tightened around hers, dark heat sweeping through his irises. He
focused on her so intently that she could almost feel it on her skin.
“Then let us call a temporary truce for tonight. I shall help you
escape. In return…”
“Yes?”
His voice roughened. “I want a kiss.”
A kiss. Tension slid sinuously along her limbs, each muscle clenching. Those motives she could certainly
understand. It didn’t mean she had to like them.
Wariness
spread through her as he lifted his hand and slowly, carefully brushed
the back of his fingers against her lips. She didn’t flinch. Instead
she tipped her chin up and glared him down. “Help me escape and I shall
grant you such a liberty.” What harm could a single kiss do? “Until
then”—she took a step back, her skirts swishing around her ankles—“I’ll
thank you to keep your hands to yourself.”
His
hand dropped but the ghostly sensation of that touch lingered,
reminding her that it had been a long time since she’d been touched in
any way
intimately, and never like this. Never…soft. Full of gentleness, as if
the very sensation of her skin beneath his was a pleasure in itself, not
merely a step to greater satisfaction.
He
was far more dangerous than she’d ever suspected, and she’d known,
since the first moment she’d met him, that he was dangerous indeed. He
was
the only man who had ever managed to make her feel something.
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