Readers: February 27th: Apologies for the scattered posting that's about to come during the next week or so. University has just started and I have a lot of work to do to get on top of things (and ahead!). Thanks for your patience, as always.

Publishers: I promise I'm not abandoning the lovely review copies you've sent!
I'm getting through them and the reviews will come eventually!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Valentine's Blog Event: Teaser - The Girl in the Clockwork Collar by Kady Cross

I'm a HUGE fan The Girl in the Steel Corset by Kady Cross. I think it was my first steampunk and I just fell in love with the charismatic characters and rich world! I'm in my happy place just thinking about it.

How can you not adore the fierce Finley, gentlemanly Griffin and......Cockney Jack? Okay, that last one's a bit questionable but I must admit he is charming... Just a little. Even with the accent. *nods* I'm very excited to see how the relationships develop in The Girl in the Clockwork Collar! Will we see a love triangle? OOH... Either way, it'll be fantastic to jump into this world again <3

Below is a teaser that stopped my heart, made me giggle and gasp. New readers of this series can read safely so enjoy!

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Griffin closed the door behind him and quickly crossed the corridor to knock on the one opposite. He raked a hand through his hair as he waited, then he heard the sharp clunk of the bolt and the heavy wood  opened.

"You should have asked who it was," he cautioned. "I could have been anyone."

Finley smiled as she pulled the door fully open. She looked as tired as he felt. Still, she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. "I knew it was you. I heard you leave your room."

Of course she had, she had that bloody sensitive hearing of hers.  She was more than capable of defending herself, too. He just worried about her. She was far too reckless and confident at times. It would kill him to see her get hurt.

He pushed the thought to the back of his mind as she stepped back  to allow him inside. It was set up much like his own, only with a different view, as her windows overlooked the Street.

"I thought maybe you might be interested in taking a walk," he said, glancing around the room. She had already opened her luggage and begun unpacking. It was a little disconcerting, seeing her underthings, even though they were stacked in an open drawer. He looked away. “Those  are lovely flowers."

Finley glanced at the bouquet of cream tea roses on the dresser. "They were here when I came in. I assumed they were part of the d├ęcor."

"I don't have any in my room." He took a closer look. "There's a card." He plucked the folded card stock from the blooms and offered it to her.

Frowning, Finley took it. "Perhaps it will tell us who they belong to." But as soon as she opened the card, Griffin knew the answer. She looked surprised, pleased and perturbed, all at once.

"They're from Dandy, aren't they?" He didn't really need her to respond. Who else would send her flowers? Not him, obviously.

She nodded, clearly bewildered. "How did he even know where to find  me?"

Griffin shrugged and tried to look as though he didn't care. "It would be easy to ascertain that we had left and for where. Then all he had to do was contact hotels."

"Still, I don't know why he'd bother wasting the time."

"Don't you?" Griff studied her face closely. "Surely you know he has feelings for you."

Finley blushed. "We're friends."

As he ran one of his fingers along the petal of a rose, Griffin's mouth twisted into a bitter smile. "Perhaps you ought to enlighten Mr. Dandy as to that."

"Do you believe I've led him on?"

He choked on a bark of laughter. "You spent the night at his house.  Could you blame him for making assumptions?"

Hands fisted on her hips, Finley glared at him. "And I live with you. What assumptions have you made, Your High and Mightiness?"

He should have stayed in his room. "None. I know better then to assume anything where you are concerned."

Instead of placating her, it only made her frown deepen. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Griffin shrugged. He couldn't win. "Nothing, Finley. It means nothing. I'm sorry I bothered you. Good night."

He moved to the exit and had just wrapped his hand around the brass knob when a hand slapped flat against the door. He turned the knob and pulled, but the door refused to budge—she was that strong.

Slowly, Griffin turned his head toward her, his temper and his power rising. The runes tattooed on his neck and shoulders to help him focus his abilities warmed and tingled. Only Finley had the ability to get under his skin like this. She made him think and act like an idiot.

"Don't make me blow this thing off its hinges," he said, voice low.

Her eyes sparkled with disbelief, taunting him. "You wouldn't."

"I would. Not like I can't afford to replace it."

"Where would you expect me to sleep in the meanwhile?"

"I'm sure I can think of someplace." Yes, he could. As soon as he said it, he wished he could take it back. Heat crept up his cheeks.

Finley's lips parted on a soft gasp, and he noted with some pleasure that her cheeks darkened as well. He also noticed that she did not immediately drop her hand from the door.

Her other hand, however, came up to touch his face. Her fingers were cool against his cheek. It took all of his strength, but he wrapped his hand around hers and pulled it away. "I care about you, Fin. More than I should probably admit, but I'm not going to share you or fight for your affection." Then—because he couldn't help himself—he kissed her fingers.

"Good night, Finley." He opened the door and stepped over the threshold. When the door clicked shut behind him, Griffin tried not to be too disappointed that she hadn't tried to stop him.

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*FLAILS* Oh that was good, wasn't it?! I cannot wait to get my hands on this. I'll be stalking Harlequin in wait of my review copy. *will possibly die if she doesn't read it soon*

Over on Brodie's blog, you can check out Katie Kacvinsky's brilliant guest post! She's the author of First Comes Love, which I'm looking forward to reading too.


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