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.
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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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.
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About the Author
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.
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.
