LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE…
Book Series: London Steampunk
Job: The Devil of Whitechapel’s bodyguard and all-round enforcer. Keepin’ the streets of Whitechapel safe and making sure the blue bloods of the Echelon don’t dare enter.
Weight: 270lbs of pure muscle
Hair Color: Shoulder-length, tawny brown
Eye Color: Amber – shines gold when his ‘beast’ is in ascendancy
From (Location): Whitechapel, London
Significant Other: He doesn’t have a significant other. However, the flirtatious Lena Todd drives him halfway to Bedlam.
Signature Move: To rend. He’s verwulfen, which means he’s physically stronger and faster than any other mortal being, and impossible to control when he goes into the state known as berserkergang. Sound a little familiar? Vikings anyone? When they’re in such a state, verwulfen are impervious to pain or injury and have been known to walk through fire. If you know what’s good for you, get the hell out of the way.
Kill Highlights: Doesn’t bother to remember. A dead enemy’s no longer an enemy and he doesn’t give a shit about trophies.
Enemies: Any blue blood apart from Blade, the Devil of Whitechapel.
Favorite Pastime: Making sure a certain brunette keeps her fingers out of trouble, avoiding said brunette and patrolling the rookeries for threats.
Caught the loupe at the age of five when me mother sold me to a travellin’ showman. Spent most of me life in a cage, being stabbed with cold iron to prove how well I could heal for the audience, so you better be sure your first strike’s good and true ‘cos you won’t get another. And now I’m out of the cage… Let’s just say, I don’t believe in holdin’ anythin’ back.
Do I think it will be tough? When you come from streets where you’re as likely to get a shiv in the back or get roasted by one o’ the Echelon’s automaton spitfires, then this is child’s play. I don’t kill for sport, but that ain’t goin’ to slow me down none and Blade’s been teachin’ me all about buildin’ a reputation, makin’ others wary of you. That’s why I’m enterin’ this so-called contest.
Some might say I’ve already earned that reputation. They don’t call me the Beast of Whitechapel for nothin’. But I says you can never be too careful.
Extract from Heart of Iron:
Will crawled out of the water with a snarl, his hands coated with grease and blood and a steel tentacle in his fist. His ears still rang and the pain in his cheek told him he might have broken something. Fury boiled in his blood, along with the creeping lassitude of the aftermath of a rousing fight. He ignored it.
Forcing himself to his feet, he stared down at the limp steel tentacle. Whatever the hell that had been, it was vicious. He’d barely found himself in the water before it was on him, steel limbs thrashing and reaching for him.
He couldn’t remember much of the fight – he never could, really, beyond flashing images of sight and sound – but he could vaguely recall the gaping maw that sucked in water to fuel its steam-driven core, and the razor-sharp threshing blades of its teeth. Smashing his fist straight through the thin steel sheeting of its body. The burning exhale of steam in his face as he tore a tentacle off it, using the weakness of the rivets to his own advantage.
That was where inventors made their fatal flaw with the metal monsters and automatons they created. For a metaljacket, it was the hinge of their knees and arms; for the steel-squid, it was the segmented join of the tentacles to its body. Tear that apart and all you had was a wounded shell that flopped around like a turtle on its back.
Destroying it hadn’t been without cost however.
Will staggered against a stalactite and pressed a hand to his side. His fingers came away sticky, a result of those iron teeth. Every muscle in his body throbbed with the ache of the fall and the way the smooth surface of the water had felt like he plunged onto heavy cobbles.
He wanted to stumble to the ground and sleep away the hurt. A fatal weakness for his species. Almost unstoppable once they were in a full fury, barely cognizant of injury or pain, verwulfen dropped like stones after the excitement wore off.
Will wiped the blood out of his eyes and staggered forward. Couldn’t sleep. Not yet. Lena was out there. He’d heard her scream as he plunged toward the water, heard the soul-shattering loss in her voice as she cried out.
Whoever had her – and he was starting to get an idea of their identity – they were going to wish they’d never dared touch his woman…
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Award-winning author Bec McMaster lives in a small town in Australia and grew up with her nose in a book. A member of RWA, she writes sexy, dark paranormals and steampunk romance. When not writing, reading, or poring over travel brochures, she loves spending time with her very own hero or daydreaming about new worlds. The third book in the London Steampunk series, My Lady Quicksilver will be in stores in October 2013.
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About this Book:
In Victorian London, if you’re not a blue blood of the Echelon then you’re nothing at all. The Great Houses rule the city with an iron fist, imposing their strict ‘blood taxes’ on the nation, and the Queen is merely a puppet on a string…
Lena Todd makes the perfect spy. Nobody suspects the flirtatious debutante could be a sympathizer for the humanist movement haunting London’s vicious blue blood elite. Not even the ruthless Will Carver, the one man she can’t twist around her little finger, and the one man whose kiss she can’t forget…
Stricken with the loupe and considered little more than a slave-without-a-collar to the blue bloods, Will wants nothing to do with the Echelon or the dangerous beauty who drives him to the very edge of control. But when he finds a coded letter on Lena—a code that matches one he saw on a fire-bombing suspect—he realizes she’s in trouble. To protect her, he must seduce the truth from her.
With the humanists looking to start a war with the Echelon, Lena and Will must race against time—and an automaton army—to stop the humanist plot before it’s too late. But as they fight to save a city on the brink of revolution, the greatest danger might just be to their hearts…
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