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

“There’s no harm in it,” the vampire queen mused. “Fear does flavor the blood so.”


Another thing she did not share with Jamison’s master. Duncan declared fear to be a revolting flavor, t’was, he said, almost better to go hungry.


And so she told him, told him all those plans she’d made, once she discovered that Duncan had survived, nay, even thrived, after his change. If the earl felt fear, Jamison did not know it, could not look. But the butler felt fear singing through his veins, so much so that he worried the vampire queen might chose to feed on him


“If you wouldn’t mind, could you please let the captain know I will be missing our appointment later this week. I fear I haven’t time to write a letter.”


“Of course, sir,” Jamison said, relieved. Of course. The captain will know what to do.


“You will leave this?” The vampire queen indicated the butler with one flick of her shapely, pale wrist. “I was going to kill it.”


Chapter 35