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and Miss Jones.
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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
Book
Description:
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?
Short 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.”
Author Bio:
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.
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