Please welcome debut
and fellow Casablanca author Bec McMaster, celebrating the release of her new
steampunk romance: Kiss of
Steel!
Today’s
the day that all my dreams come true. I’ve wanted to be a writer ever since I
was child, but it was only in recent years that I decided that this dream
wasn’t as elusive as I thought it was. For years I’ve imagined seeing my book
on the shelves of my favourite romance bookstore. Or reading reviews of it in
RT Book Reviews. And now it’s all coming true:
“Kiss
of Steel is an enthralling debut with
rich steampunk and vampire elements and a leading man as wicked as he is
irresistible. McMaster has crafted a hero and heroine who are intellectual and
emotional equals; their love affair is heart-wrenching, redemptive and
stirringly passionate. Expertly rounded out by pulse-pounding adventure,
dastardly villains and complex adventure, this is a series opener to be
savoured.” – 4 ½ stars, RT Book Reviews
I
am so thrilled to announce the release of Kiss of Steel, Book 1 in my London Steampunk
series. It’s an adventure-fuelled romp through the gas-lit streets of the Whitechapel
rookeries, featuring a diamond-in-the-rough hero and a heroine on the run from
a desperate duke.
Dreams
can be dangerous things. Take my hero Blade, for example. Stricken with a virus
that makes him crave blood, all he wants is to forget his horrific past and
forge a new future with the ‘family’ he’s gathered around him. He’s never dared
to dream of love and when he summons the heroine, Honoria, to his lair, all
he’s thinking about is revenge. The Duke of Vickers – the same man who infected
Blade with the craving virus – has put a price on her head and Blade plans to
use her to lure Vickers out. The instant he sees her however, the thought of
Vickers putting his pasty hands on her makes him feel insanely protective.
Whilst
writing this book, Blade taught me a lot about chasing my dreams. He’s the type
of man who, once he knows what he wants, goes after it mercilessly. Nothing is
going to stand in the way of his pursuit of Honoria. Not even Vickers,
automaton armies or the monster stalking the rookeries… Of course, convincing
Honoria of that fact might be more difficult than all of the above.
Honoria
can’t afford to dream, even if her practical self admitted that there was any
point to it. She has her own secrets after all – secrets that Vickers would
kill to get his hands on – and she’s not prepared to give them up to a man the
world knows as the Devil of Whitechapel. Blade has his work cut out for him.
Luckily for him, he’s more than man enough to do it…
EXCERPT from KISS OF STEEL
After
losing her employment, my heroine Honoria is on the verge of defeat. The only
one she can turn to is Blade, but at what price? And by hunting him down in the
deadly fighting Pits, has she put herself directly under the nose of Vicker’s
cousin Colchester, who was in attendance?
The
door opened. Honoria stiffened as Blade stalked in.
The
fury on his face had died, replaced by that cool look of nonchalance he often
wore. He snapped his fingers and Lark and Tin Man looked up.
“Out,”
he said, including his lieutenant Will in the general sweep of his gaze. “Lark,
you’re fit for bed and I want you two on the rooftops. The fog’s thick enough
to walk on tonight. I don’t think I were followed, but you never know. Can’t
smell ‘em comin’, those bastards.”
Will
shouldered to his feet. “I tried to tell her
not to go.”
“Aye. I don’t ‘old you accountable. Can’t
argue with the Devil.”
They
left the room without another word, or so much as a glance in her direction.
Just her and him. Alone now.
Blade
prowled towards the fireplace, resting a hand against the mantle. The light gleamed in a burnished sheen over his face and front,
casting subtle shadows over his body. Tight, black leather pants moulded faithfully over his
thighs and the flamboyant red waistcoat was made of touchable velvet. A pocket
watch dangled from his well-cut black coat, the cuffs made of the same red
velvet. Grey military style frogging held his lapels open and inches of black
silk adorned his throat in an intricate cravat. Though his ensemble bore some
similarity to the subdued wardrobe of the masses, he couldn’t resist the exotic
touches.
Composed
now, the only sign of his mood was in his dishevelled dirty-blonde hair.
“I
didn’t realize you were meeting with the Echelon tonight.” She couldn’t believe
her half-brother Leo had been there. With Vickers’s cousin Colchester. He knew
what a slimy cretin Colchester was, forever trying to emulate Vickers.
Blade
crossed his arms over his chest. “Didn’t think you’d want to see me tonight.
Ain’t your night for it.”
“I…I…”
And the words died on her tongue as she stared at him. A flush of heat crept up
her cheeks and she dropped her gaze.
“Honor?”
His tongue curled around the word, sending a shiver over her skin. He took a
step toward her. “Why did you come ‘ere tonight?”
“Do
you have anything to drink?”
“Whiskey? Rum? Gin?”
“Do
you have any brandy?”
Blade
crossed silently to the liquor cabinet. Honoria’s knees trembled, so she sat
down again, clasping her hands together. The splash of liquid gurgled and then
he screwed the thin metal lid back on the flask. “’Ere. Drink it slow like.
She’ll curl your toes.”
She
accepted the glass. For a moment, their fingers touched and he refused to let
it go. Their eyes met. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His skin was cool,
absorbing the feverish heat of her own body. What would it be like to have his
hands on her? Those cool, callused hands that moved with such nimble grace.
She’d rarely been touched by a man. Only Vickers, and his touch had only ever
left her nauseous.
Blade’s
skin was cool too, yet when he touched her she burned.
“Thank
you,” she whispered and dropped her gaze.
He
let go. Stepped back. “Ere,” he said, tugging a small package out of a drawer.
“I bought you this.”
Honoria’s
gaze narrowed on the small, paper-wrapped package. “What is it?”
“A
gift.”
She
took it, though she shouldn’t have. “You’re not supposed to buy me things.”
An
ember of something hot flared in his eyes. “Are you goin’ to open it?
She
tore the packaging apart. A pair of dark brown kid gloves tumbled into her lap,
the leather so fine and luscious that it had to have cost him a small fortune.
A little sinking feeling curled through her stomach. “Oh.” She shook her head.
“I can’t. You cannot buy personal items for a lady.”
“Who’s
to know?” His green eyes challenged her.
“I
would know.” And that made all the difference. He must have seen how worn her
last pair was. The act was extremely considerate. She almost felt like crying.
“I can’t accept these.” Especially not with the proposal she had come to put to
him. She put them aside reluctantly.
A
flat look came over his expression. “Why are you ‘ere?”
The
brandy burned all the way down. But it warmed her from within too. She was
suddenly shivering, but not from the cold.
“How much?”
The
words were barely audible. But Blade froze as though she’d shouted at him. “How
much what?”
“How
much will you give me? For my blood?”
I
hope you enjoyed the excerpt! To learn more about the London Steampunk series,
visit my website at www.becmcmaster.com.
We’re
giving away 2 copies of Kiss of Steel
to 2 lucky commenters, so tell me, what do you dream of? Is it a hunky hero of
your own or something else?
Best
wishes!
Bec
McMaster
Thanks to Bec for
joining us today! As she mentioned above, we have 2 copies of her debut novel
to giveaway—leave a comment answering Bec’s question. US and Canada only,
please leave an email address. Winners will be chosen on Tuesday, September 11.
Good Luck!
KISS OF STEEL BY BEC MCMASTER – IN STORES SEPTEMBER 2012
A brilliantly creative debut where vampires, werewolves,
and clockwork creatures roam the mist–shrouded streets of London...
When Nowhere is Safe
Most
people avoid the dreaded Whitecapel district. For Honoria Todd, it's the last
safe haven. But at what price?
Blade is
known as the master of the rookeries—no one dares cross him. It's been said he
faced down the Echelon's army single–handedly, that ever since being infected
by the blood–craving he's been quicker, stronger, and almost immortal.
When
Honoria shows up at his door, his tenuous control comes close to snapping.
She's so...innocent. He doesn't see her backbone of steel—or that she could be
the very salvation he's been seeking.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Award-winning
author Bec McMaster lives in a small
town in Australia and grew up with her nose in a book. A member of RWA, 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. For more information, please visit http://www.becmcmaster.com/ or follow
her on Twitter, @BecMcMaster.
Congratulations Bec, this is a thrilling time for you and a book that deserves to hit the best-seller lists. You already know I short-listed this, as a judge in the first Writing Australia Award. The characters and story grip you by the throat and don't let go. I make a fairly stubby cheerleader but I'm waving pom poms and cheering :-)
ReplyDeleteBig, big congratulations on your release and the fantastic RT review. May it be the beginning of a long and very successful career!
ReplyDeleteWHAT a marvelous tale! I can smell the stench of the alleys and the despair... also the romance. Congrats on the 4.5 stars and on all the successes to come, which will be many and well deserved.
ReplyDeleteOooh, love the cover! Great job!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your debut release. Sounds great. Love the cover.
ReplyDeleteCrystal816[at]hotmail[dot]com
Congratulations on the launch and wonderful RT review, Bec...fab cover, btw. :)
ReplyDeletesteampunk with vampires and werewolves? Sounds like fun to me!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the release!
I am dreaming of less work and more play.
little lamb lst at yahoo dot com
I day-dream all the time about the most random things, but my night-time dreams are usually weird and scary! What in the world happens in your mind after you go to sleep??
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Bec, about your book! It was terrific, and I can't wait to pick up a copy!
justforswag(AT)yahoo(DOT)com
Congratulations! I usually can figure out bits and pieces of my life coming out in my dreams but I wish I could figure out if they mean anything or could make myself dream of that hunk lol.
ReplyDeletecatslady5(at)aol.com
I can't remember my dreams! I wish I could.
ReplyDeleteI have read a lot of good things about this book. Look forward to reading it.
Congrats on your debut release and thanks for sharing an excerpt! :)
ReplyDeleteAs for what I dream about... I guess I do day dream about meeting a hunky hero of my own some day like the ones I so often read in romances ;)
chibipooh(at)gmail(dot)com
I got Kiss of Steel on my wish list and I'll be picking it up soon. I'm really looking forward to reading it. What do I dream of? Leisure, money and someone to accompany me on some travels to places I've always wanted to go. If that person accompanying me happened to be a hunky hero, that would be pretty awesome, but it's not necessary for me to enjoy the traveling. :D
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the book! I enjoyed the excerpt. Can't remember dreams.
ReplyDeletebn100candg(at)hotmail(dot)com
Congrats on the release! Waking dreams are of a hunky hero of my own. But sleeping dreams I rarely remember.
ReplyDeleteHi Bec!
ReplyDeleteCONGRATS on your debut release!!! That's a really wonderful review from RT too! Hard to believe, but I've not tried a Steampunk book before, and now after reading that excerpt this one is definitely tops for my wishlist:)
Well since I still don't have a hunky hero of my own then that's what I dream of:)
yadkny@hotmail.com
Congratulations! You must be so excited and what a thrill to see your name in print! I dream of one day traveling to France and seeing the beautiful sights and eating delicious food and pastries. One of these days....
ReplyDeleteelewkf1 at yahoo dot com
Congrats on your new book. I dream about my little blog taking off and lead to something exciting. I know that it's silly, but that's my dream.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your book! I read the sample on Amazon and it sounds really great!
ReplyDeleteI dream of meeting someone to share my life with. If he happens to be tall, dark, and handsom, I won't turn him down ;)
pinkbonanza{ AT }gmail{ DOT }com
Thanks to everyone who commented! Our winners are
ReplyDeleteWinnie
and
Krista
I'll be emailing you both shortly.
Danielle