The Whiskey With My Book blog header is currently featuring a picture I took of my bookshelf. On it are several SciFi Romance and Steampunk Romance titles. These are all favorites of mine and wonderful 5-star adventures, so they will be featured in several posts over the next few weeks.
Lyn Brittan’s The Clocks of London was included on my list of favorite Steampunk titles I read in 2015. I found the underwater setting to be unique and very creative and Ms. Britten’s direct writing style a perfect fit for the mystery in The Clocks of London.
Book Blurb: Moira Gear is tired of being ignored. After years of begging to join her brother’s investigative firm, she’s off to seek her fortunes in the great tunnels of Water London. She’s needed there, even if no one else thinks so. Street children are disappearing, but only she appears to notice. That leaves just one option – save them and finally establish herself as a private investigator.
Patrick Clock is THE investigator of the well heeled. Taking only the best cases, he’s earned quite the laudable reputation among both the municipal force and common citizens. He wants nothing other than to focus on his work, but while out on a call, he spies a woman with a remarkable eye and a talent for trouble. What choice does he have but to follow her?
Their plans don’t involve each other, but Patrick and Moira find themselves tangled in a web of danger and lies. As their temporary partnership tumbles dangerously close to love, they must each find the courage to save the waters of London and each other.
A multicultural Steampunk whodunit, leagues under a blood red sea.
Here is an excerpt from The Clocks of London.
Inspector Patrick Clock at the scene of London’s latest crime:
Still crouching, Patrick turned to survey the crowd. Looks of horror. Looks of interest. Looks of twisted delight. None of these held his attention. He searched each face for one expression – relief.
He did, however, encounter one that kept his gaze locked firmly in place.
It belonged to a woman so beautiful that his breath caught in his throat. Could it be her?
An upturned nose scrunched as she glanced from the boy to sheets of paper. The woman’s pencil moved furiously, like algae eaters scrambling along the outer walls. She was, in fact, the sole woman not fainting, recovering from a faint, or pretending to faint.
He didn’t bother to hide his stare. She didn’t notice him. She couldn’t. The woman’s eyes went to two places, the child and her papers. Her interest made no sense. She wore a black and blue traveling dress, lightly bustled and draped – one built for walking and yet prim and absolutely proper. A matching series of genuine feathers dotted hair pulled into a loose coil at her nape. A rich woman in a lower-class tunnel taking notes on a dead boy sent too many wrong signals.
He inched closer, studying features that grew more familiar by the second.
Umber skin, dimpled cheeks and lips pinched as she worked.
If you would like to read my review of The Clocks of London, you can go to Goodreads.
One of the characters in The Clocks of London got his own story in a novella, The Doctor of London. Appropriately for today, the doctor’s story begins and ends on Valentine’s day. Here is the blurb from The Doctor of London.
Kennerick Clock, London’s most ornery private investigator, has just received a note from the woman who broke his heart. Lady Hala Javan needs his help and he’s willing to give it – for the right price. But if Hala thinks a curiously folded piece of paper can reel back him in, the spoiled brat better think again.
Lady Hala feels about as small as a sea flea for writing Kennerick. Untitled and of common employ, she abandoned him years ago under pressure from her family. Leaving him remains her deepest regret. Now facing an attack on her life, she needs Kennerick. He’s the one man strong and clever enough to save the day. Assuming, of course, he doesn’t kill her first.
Lyn Brittan’s Bio: A USA Today bestselling author, Lyn Brittan grew up wanting to live like her heroes, James Bond and Indiana Jones. She wasn’t totally successful and never had to shoot her way out of a hotel bedroom. She’s still coming to terms with it. Find free books and series goodies at www.lynbrittan.com.
You can also find her on Twitter (@LynBrittan.com) where she’s usually screaming at Amazing Race contestants, crying with genealogy shows or chewing her nails as the walkers attack.