Giveaway and Book Review of The Moonstone and Miss Jones,
Book Two in the Phaeton Black,
Paranormal Investigator Series
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The
Moonstone and Miss Jones
Book Two in the Phaeton Black, Paranormal Investigator Series
Book Two in the Phaeton Black, Paranormal Investigator Series
By Jillian
Stone
Genre: Paranormal
romance with steampunk and erotic elements
Publisher: Kensington
Brava
Date of
Publication: September 26, 2012
ISBN-10: 075826898X
ISBN-13: 978-0758268983
Number of
pages: 300
Blurb
:
The Moonstone
and Miss Jones is the dark and sexy sequel to The Seduction of Phaeton Black. Phaeton
returns to England in time to help Doctor Exeter and the mysterious deadly
Nightshades rescue London once again––this time from Professor Lovecraft's destructive
tinkering.
As the threads of existence begin to unravel, the
eccentric scientist attempts to save his son’s deteriorating condition by
replacing body parts with mechanical apparatus. Ah, but how to power them? The
near mad professor believes he has found a way to unleash the arcane energy
inside the Moonstone and he needs Phaeton Black to help him do it.
When Phaeton is shanghaied in Shanghai, America Jones
assumes the worst––that he has abandoned her in the Orient. An angry Miss Jones
returns to London, where their spirited partnership takes an unexpected turn––a
new business venture MOONSTONE INVESTIGATIONS. No uncommon psychical
disturbance refused.
Well, why not mix business with pleasure?
About the
Author:
In 2010, Jillian won the RWA Golden Heart for An Affair with Mr. Kennedy and went from no agent or publisher
to signing with Richard Curtis and being offered a three book contract by
Pocket Books. That summer, she also won the erotica category of the 2010
Romance Through the Ages contest for The
Seduction of Phaeton Black and was offered a three book contract by
Kensington Brava. Needless to say, she has been busy writing books this past
year and a half! Jillian lives in Southern California and is currently working
on the third book in the Phaeton Black, Paranormal Investigator series, The Miss Education of Dr. Exeter.
Contacts:
Author web
links: (web, blog, twitter, facebook, goodreads, etc)
Twitter: @gJillianStone
Excerpt:
A lone gaslight sputtered
above the stair landing. America steadied herself and waited for her eyes to
adjust to the darkness below. The hansom ride from the Docklands to the West
End had been one of the most harrowing in her life––with the possible exception
of a rickshaw pulled by Zulu in Durban, South Africa.
She squinted and a few
details emerged from the flat below, including a shadowy figure in the
overstuffed chair. A soft snore rumbled its way up the stair––it was Phaeton,
all right. She ventured further into the room for a better look.
He lounged in the chair with his pelvis
forward, legs spread. America angled her head, studying him. There was a rough
of whiskers on his chin; could he look anymore dashing? She exhaled a sigh.
Only if he opened those liquid brown eyes.
“A little lower,
darling.” He mumbled, still asleep. It suddenly hit her. He was safe. He was
healthy. The bilge rat.
“Darling, is it?” she
whispered. Her gaze trailed down his open waistcoat to the buttons on his
trousers. As if in answer to her own lascivious thoughts the buttons began to
open.
She grinned at first––was
this some new kind of power emerging? Something ancient and primal fueled by
lust? She had noticed a marked increase in her abilities these last few months,
there was no question they were getting stronger. She reached out and her hand
was slapped away––by what she had no idea. She tried again and was flung across
the flat onto the lumpy old chaise longue.
America sat up and
stared. Something tugged at Phaeton’s trousers––something powerful enough to
manipulate the physical world and yet remain unseen. Rising to her feet,
she strode across the floor and slapped Phaeton hard across the face.
He groaned, still in a
deep trace. “Just the tip, Georgiana.”
She slapped him again.
“Snap out of it!”
Jarred awake, Phaeton
pushed away from her and blinked––several times. She slapped him again. This
time he rubbed his jaw and his eyes watered. “America?” Gradually, between
squints and blinks, he came around.
Her fists landed on her
hips. “Who is Georgiana?”
Phaeton eased back into
his chair, though he regarded her with some wariness. “A rather persistent
succubus. And you certainly aren’t one of those––thank God.” If it was possible
for a man to have sultry eyes, Phaeton
had them. He tilted his chin and studied at her. “Though, I must admit the
nasty little vixen has me in some discomfort––would you mind?” He gave a nod to
the bulge in his trousers.
“Stuff it, Phaeton.”
“Exactly.” A slow grin
twitched on the devilish mouth. “I’m just asking.”
“Goodness––separated for
less than two months and I had already quite forgotten how exasperating you can
be.”
“You followed me––rather
sweet of you. I wasn’t sure you would. I thought you would think I jumped ship
and sailed off––abandoned you.”
America’s eyes narrowed
into cat slits. “According to your wire, which I received just yesterday, you
were shanghaied––in Shanghai.”
Phaeton shrugged. “Old
joke, not particularly amusing anymore.”
She stared at him. “You
must trust me when I say, it was never comical––in the least.” America shook her head and moved to
the pantry area of the flat. She braced herself against the table edge. “I
chased you halfway round the world, Phaeton. I want the truth this time, and
not a crafty as you please answer.” She swept an errant curl back into her top
knot. “I believe I’ve known eels less slippery.”
Phaeton wore that
cajoling half smile. “You’re angry with me.”
“Mad at you? No Phaeton,
I’m not angry with you. I’m...I’m furious.” America choked on her own words, or
was it the painful and growing lump in her throat that stifled her breath? “I
searched for you for in every opium den and every back alley of Shanghai. Only
after a great deal of money changed hands was I able to find out you’d cut and
run––aboard the Boomerang. Do you have any idea how I worried?”
“I’ve caused you great
torment, but I swear to you none of it was my doing. Yes, I was on that
ship––in leg irons for more than half the voyage. I was cracked over the head
in Blood alley, stuffed in a sack and taken aboard ship. “Phaeton rolled his
eyes a bit. “Turns out the captain was a regular chap, with a good supply of
whiskey––nightly card play.”
America shook her head.
“How lovely for you. I don’t suppose there was any chance to escape––or any way
to get word to me?”
“But I did get word to
you, love––darling––” Phaeton appeared rather stricken.
The tears that had welled
up, were streaming now. “And while we were separated did you…think of me?”
Phaeton rose from the
chair. “Every minute.” He strode toward her slowly. “Of every hour.” He caught
her up in his arms. “Of every bleeding day.” His gaze fell to her mouth, and
her lips parted. Good God, what a hussy––she was sending him an invitation.
“Have I ever told you I
love you––outside of the throes of passion?”
America shook her head.
“I love you.”
America pressed her hands
to his chest. “Too late, we’re in the throes of passion.”
Book Review:
The Phaeton Black books are humorous,
sensuous, interesting, well-written, erotic, and fun to read. The
Moonstone and Miss Jones is even more fun that book one. Phaeton is as irrepressible and sexy as ever,
but this time he’s in love…isn’t he?
America isn’t sure what to believe, but she can’t help how she feels
about Phaeton.
Thoroughly enjoyable and very sexy,
definitely worth reading. Just keep the
fire extinguisher handy if your love isn’t around. This book is hot and will definitely get you
smoldering.
I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds
and a chili pepper rating of 8 out of 10.
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