Book Review
of The Seduction of Phaeton Black
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Description
He's The Man
With The Magic Touch
A
master of deduction, seduction and other midnight maneuvers, Phaeton Black is
Scotland Yard's secret weapon against things that go bump in the night. His
prodigious gifts as a paranormal investigator are as legendary as his skills as
a lover, his weakness for wicked women as notorious as his affection for absinthe.
But when he's asked to hunt down a fanged femme fatale who drains her victims
of blood, he walks right into the arms of the most dangerous woman he's ever
known. . .
She's The
Devilish Miss Jones
Pressing
a knife to his throat--and demanding he make love to her--Miss America Jones
uses Phaeton as a willing shield against the gang of pirates chasing her. As
deadly as she is, with a derringer tucked in her garter, Miss Jones is not the
vampiric killer he's been staking out--but she may be just what Phaeton needs
to crack the case. As the daughter of a Cajun witch, she possesses uncanny
powers. As a fearless fighter, she can handle anything from Egyptian mummies to
Jack the Ripper. But when an ancient evil is unleashed on the world, she could
be his only salvation . . . or ultimate sacrifice.
Excerpt:
She had never met the like of such a man.
After a few deep draughts of spirit, he kicked
a chair out from under the table and straddled the seat. “The chair rails guard
my bulging privates. Not to be confused with filthy pirates.”
He took another swig from the bottle. “Tell me
about these imaginary, cutlass wielding corsairs. Miss––?”
“My name
is America Jones.”
He set an elbow on the chair back and cupped
his chin. He had a wary way of studying her, as if she were some kind of
curiosity. “Are you incapable of answering questions in a truthful manner?
Again, Miss––?”
She set her jaw and glared. “America.”
“Is the name of a continent, or two. I can
never remember if there are two continents designated north and south, or one
continent designated south and north. Which is it?”
Why did he play the Mad Hatter? Leaning far
back off the chair, he had to catch himself. The grog appeared to be having an
effect. “And there is a new country, the United States of America.”
Even with arms tied down, she still managed a
shrug. “It is my name, sir. America Síne Jones and I have learned to live with
it these twenty-ought years.”
“I
believe I may call you by your middle name.” His mouth twitched. “Sin–ay. I do so admire the first
syllable.”
Her gaze narrowed to a quizzical squint. “Is
your mind always in the gutter, Mr.––?
“Black.” Liquid sable eyes flecked with gold
drank in every inch of her. “Only when I am interested, Miss Jones.”
“And are you interested?”
“I once enjoyed a meal at the Langham Hotel,
which I thought about repeating for weeks afterward.”
“Is that what I am to you? A supper?”
He
lowered his chin. “A banquet, my tempting dark dove.” Hooded ebony eyes
crinkled at the sides. He enjoyed taunting her.
Captivated for a moment, she mentally slapped
herself. “I would love to stay and chat,
really I would, but I must be on my way.” She flashed the faintest of smiles.
“Now that we are introduced, certainly you can release me from bondage?”
“One more thing, Miss Jones. If you would
kindly explain about the pirates?” He tilted his head. “Your eyes are most
extraordinary. Almost feline.”
What an exasperating man! While he swigged from
the bottle, she tugged again on her bindings. “Why do you insist on torturing
me?”
She pressed her lips together and chewed the
inside of her bottom lip. A force of habit when vexed beyond endurance. Well,
she supposed two could play this silly, annoying interrogation game. “Are your
parents still living, Mr. Black?
He sat up and blinked. “Mother died of a
virulent meningitis years ago. My father teaches advanced mathematics at
Trinity College.” He ran a hand through thick waves of dark brown hair. “He
might as well be dead. We don’t get on.”
“I could not tell you if my mother is alive or
dead. I’ve not been home to Louisiana in many years. Buried my father four
short months ago. Charles Gardiner Jones.” She leaned forward purposefully. “A
decent and honest merchant trader. Acquaintances said he couldn’t face his
business failure––that he died of drink. People who knew him well, told a very
different story. My father’s heart was broken by his lying, scheming business
partner.”
When her eyes threatened to tear, she lifted
her chin. “After his funeral I vowed to bring Yanky Willem to justice.”
“And how goes this pursuit?”
She frowned. “Not as well as I’d hoped. Last
night Willem caught me rifling through a year’s worth of cargo manifests.”
He arched a brow. “Searching for––?”
“Proof of piracy, Mr. Black.”
He smiled that maddening grin of his. “I knew
if I was patient, we might actually get round to the original subject of my
query––the filthy pirates.”
“Chased me from the Docklands all the way down
the Strand.” She laid her head back against the padded chair and counted the
cracks in the ceiling. “When you stepped into the sharp edge of my blade, I was
clean out of bullets.”
“Bullets? And where, pray tell is your pistol?
Now it was her turn to grin. “Untie me, and––“
“I think not, Miss Jones.” From behind
protective rungs, Mr. Black stepped over the seat of his chair and ventured
closer. “Shall we search together?”
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Jillian
Stone was born a storyteller. A skill that got her into considerable trouble as
a youth until she solved the problem by becoming an advertising creative! And
her career did seem to suit her as she won many national ad awards including
the Clio and the New York Art Director's Club Gold. What more could she ask
for? Create her own worlds? Become goddess of her own universe? Yes! So, she
began to write fiction. Her Victorian Romantic Suspense novel AN AFFAIR WITH
MR. KENNEDY (The Gentlemen of Scotland Yard) won the Romance Writers of America
2010 Golden Heart and sold to Pocket Books. Her steamin' sexy, supernatural
Steampunk novel, THE SEDUCTION OF PHAETON BLACK, won the 2010 Romance Through
The Ages Erotica category and sold to Kensington Brava. Jillian lives in
California and is currently working on more adventures for both series.
Book Review:
Oh my… Phaeton is a naughty
combination of Sherlock Holmes and James Bond.
He drinks absinthe, seduces women, and investigates paranormal problems
for Scotland Yard. Then he meets Miss
America Jones, daughter of a Cajun witch with powers of her own. They must work together or perish.
This is definitely the adult only
version of this kind of story. The
naughty bits are very graphic. The story
however is delightful; just keep this one on the top shelf away from young ones
hands. For all the adults who love
paranormal mysteries, James Bond stories, Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Who, or the
Mortal Instruments Series then these are definitely the books for you…
especially if you want something a little hot and spicy.
Such a good read. I give it 5 out of 5 clouds and a chili
pepper rating of 9… sizzling hot.
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product or book may have been distributed for review; this in no way affects my
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