The Girl with the Iron Touch
Kady Cross
Harlequin Teen
May 28th 2013
Young Adult | Science Fiction | Historical | Paranormal
Steampunk
Steampunk
Official Blurb -
In 1897 London, something not quite human is about to awaken
When mechanical genius Emily is kidnapped by rogue automatons, Finley Jayne and her fellow misfits fear the worst. What's left of their archenemy, The Machinist, hungers to be resurrected, and Emily must transplant his consciousness into one of his automatons—or forfeit her friends' lives.
With Griffin being mysteriously tormented by the Aether, the young duke's sanity is close to the breaking point. Seeking help, Finley turns to Jack Dandy, but trusting the master criminal is as dangerous as controlling her dark side. When Jack kisses her, Finley must finally confront her true feelings for him...and for Griffin.
Meanwhile, Sam is searching everywhere for Emily, from Whitechapel's desolate alleyways to Mayfair's elegant mansions. He would walk into hell for her, but the choice she must make will test them more than they could imagine.
To save those she cares about, Emily must confront The Machinist's ultimate creation—an automaton more human than machine. And if she's to have any chance at triumphing, she must summon a strength even she doesn't know she has....
Oh la la, that was lovely.
New and old characters + crazy mad hatter villain = another awesome Kady Cross book
*does a happy dance* Its not the end. (Or at least it definitely leads into another book.) I am so happy to have more time with each of the characters. There is still so much I want to know about them.
Top notch steampunk! Move over placid Regency era you got nothing on this. Such vivid fascinating characters. Can't help but love them all. In that family sort of way that sometimes means you want to smack them fondly.
Read the entire book in one day it was so compelling. A treasure from start to finish.
Just when you thought it couldn't get much stranger this book will pull out another pow. The villain's master plan in this story is so wrong. Why won't he ever die?
These characters are not ones to express their emotions. So when they finally do it is really heart melting powerful and precious. There are definitely some moments that will bring the heat to your cheeks in these pages. I feel like a puddle of blissful goo. Such a great read and if you haven't started this series I definitely recommend you stop procrastinating.
Content:
Language: Mild
Violence: Moderate
Language: Mild
Violence: Moderate
Moments Divine:
"Dandy?" Sam was full-on scowling now. "What the hell does that scoundrel want?"
Finely returned his dark expression with one of her own. "You shouldn't use words you can't spell, mutton head."
He rose to his feet, towering over her. Good grief, had he actually grown? "You shouldn't invite people into a house that is not yours."
She climbed onto the low tea table, moving the tea service with her foot, so that they were almost nose to nose. "This is as much my home as it is yours, mandroid."
-------------------------------------------------------------"I imagine you'd suffocate yourself by shoving your head too far up your own backside."
-------------------------------------------------------------"You need me, eh?"
Finley nodded. His other hand splayed across her back, fingers warm through her thin linen camisole. All the moisture in her mouth disappeared, leaving her a little short of breath, her face flushed. His chest was bare beneath the dressing gown. She could see his skin in the dim light, smell his soap and his warmth. Her hand slid down to rest just over his heart. Its rhythm was strong against her palm, the muscle there firm beneath her fingers.
It took all of her will to push him away. "I do, but I'm not going to be a distraction for you, or allow you to be one for me."
"A distraction?" He folded his arms across his chest.
"Is that what you think you are? That I am? Bloody hell, woman. I need something to distract me from you! Why do you think I feel so guilty about Emily and Sam? It's because I don't even think of them when I'm with you. All I can think about is how you smell and feel, that I want to kiss you and touch you and . . ." He looked away.
Heart in her throat, Finley took a step toward him.
"And?"
Griffin's head turned just enough that he could look at her from the corner of his eye. His jaw was tight. "You know what. Two of my best friends are in trouble, and all I want right now is you. You think I'm proud of that?" He laughed humorlessly. "You're not a distraction, you're a bloody obsession."
