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328 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2010
’Good Morning, Jack. Is that a molecular detector in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?’...C’mon, people…somebody come out from behind the curtain and tell me I was just punked. I would actually welcome an Ashton Kutcher sighting at this point.
The voice that called out as I passed was female, soft, and sultry as hell. I paused to toss a grin at one of the two women who were occupying the big kidney-shaped desk that graced the front lobby of the Nordic Tech building. ‘Morning, Karen. Would it be against human resources policy if I was to tell you how much I liked that top?’
The red-haired receptionist giggled and leaned forward, giving me a better-than-normal view of her cleavage in the skimpy tank top that she liked to wear on casual-dress Fridays. ‘Probably, but I’m not going to tell anyone. You know my rule, Jack.’
'What happens in reception, stays in reception?' I asked, winking.
She giggled again. ‘You’re so naughty. You look really yummy yourself in khaki. Is that the new Airship Pirates shirt?’
"I'm going to kiss you, Octavia Emmaline Pye."
"You may refer to me as Captain Pye, and I decline your offer," I said, a bit breathless to be true. *snip*
"Your mind says no, but your body says yes," he said, gently, persistently tugging me closer to him.
I shook away the memory of her mouth so softly enticing beneath mine and made an effort to focus on the words that emerged from between those delectable, delicious lips. "Sorry, you asked me what? Oh, what would interest us both? I though you could tell me a little bit about your father."
Her gaze left my lips, the pupils flaring. "My father? Robert Ansthruther?"
"Yes. Matt said you were missing him. I take it he's dead?"
"He's gone, yes." She bowed her head. "And I do miss both him and his wife, Jane. As I mentioned, they were my foster parents, not my true parents, but I could not love them more if they had been."
"Does it upset you to talk about them?" I asked, my erection dying in the face of her grief. I wanted to comfort her, to take her in my arms and protect her from the sadness in the world, but I had as suspicion if I touched her, my dick would take control again.
Jack Fletcher spends the first chapter telling us why he is really not so-cool. Then dropping as many ‘steampunk’ references as possible along the way to his lab (he’s an engineer) he meets with his sister Hallie, who manages to spill a vial of something, which transports them into Steampunk land.
It’s not timetravel, we find. It is still 2010. Also it’s not strictly steampunk. There’s an air-ship and a lot of talk of steampunk.
Then we meet Octavia, an air-ship Captain. Expecting a strong female lead? Think again. The woman has no handle on her crew at all, who either disobey her or make constant lecherous remarks about her breasts, which she gets exasperated at, and not much else. I thought perhaps the family tragedy she recalls early on would lend her some depth, but, well, not so far anyway.
Jack Fletcher is a silly, shallow, irritating man. This is displayed in some mind-bogglingly appalling statements such as
“a man would have to be dead six months to not want to ogle your breasts” Really? Like you wouldn’t get a poke in the eye for that statement? But Octavia gets all fluttery and brushes it off.
Then “Your mind says no but your body says yes” and, after a mild complaint, “Your mouth says yes too”
There is no instance in where a statement even vaguely similar to this should be used, ever. That is all.
I imagine that finding your hero repulsive and your heroine a simpering fool will usually deem the rest of the book unreadable. Sexual tension is no excuse for being moronic. I put the book down.
I picked the book up again, but then the lengthy explanations on the mechanics of the air-ship began, which normally would be fine, but as I couldn’t emotionally invest in the world, it did nothing but annoy me. So I stopped reading. I don’t think I made 100 pages.
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