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

Seth was not going to agree to be strapped down a second time with specially-crafted chains, his skin lacerated by silver blades. Even if Seth would agree, it was unlikely Dex could bring himself to inflict such agony again. Especially now that Seth had declared his love and that Dex had met that love with a passion of his own that shocked him to the core.


Dex studied the blocks in the ceiling. Was there any point to counting them? Would he really be in here that long? Surely Seth would unlock the door in the morning; unless, of course, he had been too far gone when Dex had led him down here. Would he even remember that Dex was locked in the cage? Would Seth awake from his transformation with any memories at all? Would he think that he had slain his lover, retreat from the hunting cabin in remorse, and murder Dex in truth; not in a rush of fang and claw, but in slow, agonizing starvation?


“Shut up,” Dex muttered to himself. “You’re not helping the situation in the slightest.”


Chapter 13