In a reimagined 1890's London, where steam-driven airships rule the skies and monsters roam the streets, the Galileo Observatory's Club for Gentlemen welcomes all -- gwr, shape-changers, vampires, and lords. A high-stakes game leads more than a few men astray.<br><br>Poindexter Fitzhughes, renowned hero and scientist, learns just how much trouble a full-blooded gwr can be when he attempts to cure his lover, Lord Seth Maitland, of the disease. But when their backs are against the wall, the two must learn to trust in each other, and more importantly, in their true natures, to prevail.<br><br>Meanwhile, Duncan Farnsworth discovers being a vampire has not improved his social life, his chances of finding love, continuing the family line, or getting a bite to eat. Maneuvering his way around a sarcastic butler, his spinster sister, a run-in with an amorous werewolf, and a confrontation with a dead soldier and a French airship captain, Duncan finally finds exactly what he is thirsting for.

London Steam

Dex was too eager; prying his boots off was a two—sometimes three—man operation. He shucked his trousers the rest of the way down around his knees and returned to ravaging Seth’s full mouth, running a hand lightly up and down Seth’s muscled upper arm. Mostly naked, and that is as good as it’s going to get, this time, Dex thought, nearly losing his control the instant the warm silk of Seth’s cock rubbed against his own. Dex groaned deep in his throat, a rumbling purr of satisfaction.


“A little Oxford fencing for you,” Dex whispered, nipping at Seth’s ear. Lost to pleasure, Seth nodded his head, unable to speak through his gasping breaths, each sensation driving his need higher.


Dex ground his hips against Seth’s, feeling the slick, hot steel of Seth’s cock, velvet-smooth, moving against his, rubbing, delicious friction.


Chapter 11