London Calling
Three Scintillating
Victorian Steampunk Tales
By Sorcha Mowbray, TL
Reeve & Michelle Ryan, and Dena Garson
Publisher: After Glows
Publishing
Release Date: October 17,
2017
Take a journey to Victorian London where an assassin
meets her match, zombies invade, and top scientists go missing.
Four talented authors come together to bring you three BRAND
NEW, full length Victorian steampunk novels of seduction, adventure, and
mystery.
A look inside…
Seducing the
Assassin (The Ladies League) by Sorcha Mowbray
Josephine Stanton, Madame and assassin, has another
assignment to eliminate an enemy of the Queen. Too bad John Griffin, The Earl
of Melton, has no intention of dying. Neither of the pair expects the heat that
steams them up between the sheets and ultimately sets New Victorian London on
its ear.
Darkness Rises
by TL Reeve and Michele Ryan
A zombie horde has invaded London, England. Jonah McRae
and his band of ghoulish Dreadfuls are London’s only hope. However, when
Annabelle Craig threatens his mission he doesn’t know whether to kill her or
claim her as his. Can the hunter and the huntee team together to take down the
horde? Or will London be lost forever?
Her Clockwork
Heart by Dena Garson
During her search for her missing brother, Trixie is
reunited with Nathaniel, the man she never stopped loving. Sensing that Trixie
might be in danger, Nathaniel lends his skills as an investigator to her
efforts. Their love is rekindled as they race across the country looking for
clues to more than one mystery.
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Author Bios:
Sorcha Mowbray
Sorcha Mowbray is a mild mannered office worker by
day…okay, so she is actually a mouthy, opinionated, take charge kind of gal who
bosses everyone around; but she definitely works in an office. At night she
writes romance so hot she sets the sheets on fire! Just ask her slightly singed
husband.
She is a longtime lover of historical romance, having
grown up reading Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea
Devine and Susan Johnson. Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From
there, things devolved into trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless
to say, she liked it and she hopes you do too!
For more information about Sorcha, please visit her
website, “Like” Sorcha on Facebook and follow her on Twitter, Instagram and
Goodreads. Join Sorcha’s newsletter to be the first to hear about upcoming
releases. She’s loves hearing from her readers. Email her directly at sorcha@sorchamowbray.com.
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TL Reeve
TL Reeve, a best selling, multi-published author with
Cobblestone Press, Decadent Publishing, Evernight Publishing, and Loose-Id, was
born out of a love of family and a bond that became unbreakable. Living in
Alabama, TL misses Los Angeles, and will one day return to the beaches of
Southern California. When not writing something hot and sexy, TL can be found
curled up with a good book, or working on homework with a cute little pixie
Website: http://www.tlreeves.com/
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Michele Ryan
Michele Ryan is an author with Decadent and After Glows
Publishing. She embraced her creative passion and co-authored several books
with fellow author TL Reeve. Michele has also published two solo novellas.
Michele is a lifelong resident of the state of New Jersey, along with her
husband and three children, whom she refers to as her hobbits. When Michele is
not plotting or writing, she can be found either volunteering at her children’s
school or reading.
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Dena Garson
Dena Garson is an award winning author of contemporary,
paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi romance. She holds a BBA and a MBA in Business and
works in the wacky world of quality and process improvement. Making up her own
reality on paper is what keeps her sane.
She is the mother of two rowdy boys, two rambunctious
cats (AKA the fuzzy jerks), and a loving Labrador. When she isn't writing you can
find her at her at the sewing machine or stringing beads. She is also a devoted
Whovian and Dallas Cowboys fan.
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Excerpt
With a sigh, Nathaniel straightened his mess and tucked his
notebook away in the breast pocket of his coat. He reached for the lamp to
douse the light but paused when something banged against the wall of the
records room.
Most of the RIO staff had left for the evening. By now he should
have the offices to himself, with the exception of the security officer who
patrolled through the night. But he would have sworn he recently heard the
officer’s footsteps echoing down the hallway.
As silently as possible he exited the file room. At the door to
the records room, he paused and listened. There were shuffling sounds, like
boxes being moved about, as well as odd clicks and whirls. Almost like a clock
with a gear out of alignment.
“No, not that one,” someone whispered on the other side of the
door.
Was that a woman’s voice?
“Hurry. We don’t have much time.”
Again, no response to the whisper, but the clicking sounds
multiplied.
Nathaniel checked the lock on the door. It had been opened. The
intruder either had a key or a considerable talent with locks. The locks used
at the RIO were unusual and gave even the most experienced lock picks trouble.
He pulled his derringer from his pocket then as quietly as
possible turned the door handle. The last click of the latch set off a flurry
of activity inside the room.
So much for a stealthy entry.
He positioned himself against the wall, yanked the door open, and
leveled his gun on whatever he found inside the room.
Some kind of insect jumped off one of the file cabinets onto
Nathaniel’s outstretched hand and pinched him.
“Ouch!” He shook his hand and tried to dislodge the bug, but it
moved too fast. “What the bloody hell?” He bellowed when the bug ran across his
arm then down his chest and leg to the floor.
“Don’t hurt her. She won’t hurt you,” a woman called out from the
other side of the cabinet. “Nid, get over here.” Papers were shuffled and more
clicks came from that side of the room.
Her voice was familiar. Nathaniel lowered his gun but kept it at
the ready as he made his way to the other side. As he crept forward he looked
left and right for more bugs. “Who is that and what are you doing in here?”
More shuffling of papers. A drawer slammed shut. The woman
whispered, “Squeaks. Hopper. Get in.”
Nathaniel stepped around the end of the cabinets and leveled his
gun at the person crouched next to the cabinet. He blinked in surprise at the
woman who looked up at him. “Trixie?”
Beatrix Wadeworth froze with her hand extended to two small
creatures that resembled a toy mouse and small rabbit. “Nathaniel?” She started
to stand, then paused and scooped up the toys and slipped them into her pocket.
“I uh…” She glanced behind him toward the door.
He took two steps forward and grabbed her by the arm. “Don’t even
think about it.”
“Wh… what are you doing here?” she asked breathlessly.
“I work for the Royal Intelligence Office so I’m allowed to be
here but you’re not.” He tightened his grip on her arm. “What are you doing
here?”
Two of the bugs ran up his arm. He tried to brush them off, but
only managed hit one of them.
“Nid, it’s okay.” She nabbed the one shaped like a spider. “Come
here.”
“What are those?” They looked like bugs, but the whirling noise
and clicks gave away the fact that they weren’t.
“They’re my, well…” She shrugged and dropped the one she’d taken
off his arm into the pouch at her waist. “They’re my friends.”
“Friends?” One of her other toys scratched at his pant leg as it
tried to climb it.
“Oh, sorry.” She reached for the creature but stopped when her
face drew too close to an area of his anatomy that no proper young woman should
be near.
“I’ll get it.” He released her arm, slid his pistol back into its
holster, then plucked the tiny mechanical insect from his thigh. He examined it
for a moment then dropped it into her open palm. The strange assortment of
metal gears and parts were shaped to resemble a scorpion.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“How many more of those do you have?”
“I only brought five of them with me.”
He opened his mouth to say something then shook his head. “You
can’t be here.”
“What the deuce is going on in here?”
Trixie’s
eyes widened with alarm. Nathaniel groaned. Great, the security officer had
found them.
