Hello Everyone. Happy Monday. I’m glad to be back even if I still feel like something the cat drug around the yard a few times before deciding it wasn’t any good and left it for the coyote who has no taste at all, at least my teeth and hair don’t hurt anymore.

 I want to tell you all about a super extraordinary book I just finished reading. It is the first Steampunk story written by Rachel Grace in her new Elemental Steam Romance series, it is also the first Steampunk book I’ve read. May I have the pleasure of introducing you to Geared for Pleasure and  the Land of Theorrey.

 Oh. and if you are wondering about the hunk on the cover well that is Bodhan, owner and Master of the Siren and our hero of the first half of the book –  Earthly Desires. Here is the Map of Theorrey.


In the first book Earthly Desires we meet Demeter “Dare” Senedal a young, petite, blue haired Wode guard and companion of the immortal and forever young Queen Idony, she is also known as the Queen’s Chalice. She is on a mission to find her queen who has been kidnapped. We enter the world of Theorrey an amazing world of contraptions and mechanics, ruled by the Theorrean Raj. We will meet Wodes, the main human race so to speak and Felidae who are catlike in appearance and who are mostly slaves. After a run in with Lucy Thrice Dare awakes to find herself on the Siren a submersible den of iniquity (brothel) run by the ship’s master Bodhan who is Temptation himself. And I for one would love to stand in line for a slice of his Temptation Pie. I did enjoy meeting all the secondary characters along the way and like I said Theorrey is a cool place I would love to explore it more in the next book. The good guys don’t always act like the good guys and the bad guys are bad and I was cheering when any of them received their comeuppance.

 Here is my favorite line from the first half of the book where Bodhan is trying to seduce Dare and he almost succeeds. I can’t remember if Bodhan is still on his knees in front of Dare or has stood to put his shirt back on……

   His low laugh wrapped around her like an embrace. “Dare, you

must trust me, if only in this.   Every moment you are here, each

breath that you take on the Siren…… I will know.”

Sigh…..I’ll tell you now for Bodhan Dare seems to be his ultimate temptation. There is one time in the story where there is some f/f action and it was very well done and I should also tell you I don’t particularly care for f/f so if I found it done well, it was done very well and didn’t detract from the story at all, it actually went very well in the storyline.

The second half of the book is Fiery Temptations where we meet Cyrus, Dare’s counter-part, the Queen’s Sword and protector. He has been missing for a while, stolen as so many have been, while on a mission and he was stolen right off of the Siren. In the second half we have started the search for Queen Idony and Cyrus is re united with Sarafina the Felidae who was instrumental in his disappearance even if she herself was mislead. I do enjoy their interaction and fireworks are dim compared to these two when they get together.

We meet Captain Neirda Amaranthe, who is kick-ass( love her) and her first mate Freeman on her airship the Deviant, hhhhmmm would love to explore Freeman some more. We meet many more key players in this next installment and some questions are answered and more questions pop up as it ends. I hope that Rachel writes fast. I would call her first forray into the Steampunk world a Steampunkalicious Success.

It is so hard not to give any spoilers but I hope I have wetted your appetite for this book Geared for Pleasure by Rachel Grace aka RG Alexander. And this book would make a great movie for the Sci-fi channel, hint hint if anyone out there in the cosmos is listening. I have seen Tinman and Alice on the Sci-fi channel and Geared for Pleasure would be right up their alley, of course there is HBO too and they wouldn’t take out the juicy stuff…move over TrueBlood here comes Geared for Pleasure.

If you would like to go over and explore Theorrey and read some behind the scenes stuff or look at some character backgrounds here is Rachel’s link to her new website.   http://rachelgraceromance.com/

Official book blurb:

 Earthly Desires

Demeter “Dare” Senedal is the Queen’s Chalice-her protector and closest companion. So when the queen goes missing, Dare rushes to locate her, even though the search leads her straight into trouble.

A gentleman who trades in secrets and sin, Bodhan revels in carnal delights, but when a naked and bound woman appears on his shore, he finds his hunger to possess at odds with his need to protect. As Bodhan shares his knowledge of pleasure, Dare must decide if she can trust him, both with her mission and her heart.

Fiery Temptations

Seraphina always lands on her feet. After all, she is a Felidae-more feline than human-and an excellent thief. There has never been a job Phina wouldn’t take or a man who could tame her…until she meets Cyrus Arendal.

As the Queen’s Sword, Cyrus should have known better than to fall victim to a beautiful bandit. Now, to find and retrieve the moonfire dagger, he’ll need to convince Phina not to judge a man by his station, but rather by how completely he can satisfy her desires.

The world of Theorrey runs like a well-oiled machine. The

elements are in balance, passion is tamed and the young queen

is the heartbeat of it all. But in these two all-new stories of

elemental steam, nothing is ever as it seems…

An Excerpt:

“Welcome to Trader’s Square.” Dare stopped short, digging the heels of her scuffed, borrowed boots into the dirt. That was the queen’s voice. It was tinny and unnatural, but it was hers. She looked over the crowd to find the source of the cheerful announcement. There, seated on a throne of limestone, nodding to the passersby, was a life-sized automated replica of the queen coated in delicate copper leaf. A crank key at the base turned slowly as the figure moved through its sequence of operations with clockwork precision. A nod. A wave. An expression of serenity. It was a masterful likeness. Dare had seen other such automatons before, most as they were being built. The artisans told her that people loved to feel the queen was watching over them wherever they lived, which was why they were sent out to all of the cities in Theorrey. In this way, everyone could be as close to her divine presence as possible. In spirit if not in truth. This one was the best yet, forged with such attention to detail that Dare had to move closer. Queen Idony the Ever Young. The artistic engineer had captured the eternally fourteen-year-old monarch perfectly; the mischievous smile, the large, deep-set jeweled eyes, wise and knowing beyond her apparent years. Even the distinctive shining hair was exact—made of fine, individual strands of white gold. It fell to her shoulders, drawing attention to the necklace that always adorned her graceful neck.
The Nymphaea Infinitum.

Dare had been a much younger, newly chosen Chalice the first time she saw the amulet. It had fascinated her ever since. Its strangely shaped gears, made of a metal unlike any she’d seen before, surrounded a lotus whose many petals were crafted from the valuable greenish-blue theorrite. What made it all the more unusual was that it seemed more than an ornament. It appeared to be grafted to the queen’s skin. As much a part of her as her own flesh. “The symbol of my rule,” Queen Idony had told her with a small, ironic tilt of her lips. The immense sadness emanating from her when she’d said it had made Dare—naïvely foolish and unaware of protocol—ask her why. Father had warned her not to share the knowledge of her gifts with others, but he couldn’t have meant to include the queen. Surely she, of all people, already knew. She knew everything. “You dare to presume what your queen is feeling?” Idony’s smile had grown, and real amusement rolled off her in pleased waves. “I think you will be my favorite Senedal, Demeter. And I know we shall be friends. Though I’m not sure such a stodgy name will suit you. What was the commander thinking? I believe I will call you Dare.” A scratchy, female voice interrupted her musings and brought her back to reality with a jolt. “Pretty version ain’t she, boy? We’ve been needin’ a new one for years. Got her in a few weeks ago though, surprised if this is the first time you’ve seen her.” Dare couldn’t tear her gaze away from the moving statue as it nodded in regal welcome. She knew she had to acknowledge the woman who had appeared beside her lest she seem odd or out of place, but it was not easy to look away from the dearly familiar queen. She tried not to flinch when she finally glanced up at the thin, taller woman’s face. One half of it was smiling. The other half, malformed from some terrible misfortune, was pulled into a grimace. Dare forced herself to speak. “I’ve been ill. A . . . friend was looking after me.” The scarred hand patting her arm stilled for a moment, and Dare sensed a jarring edge of suspicion from the woman. “Ill, you say? That’s too bad. But you look healthy enough now. Young and strong. Though I’m guessing it must be a tender throat that has you still sounding like a girl at your age. Friend, huh? Don’t have any family to look after you, then? No one who would care that you walk through the square untended?” Dare tried to deepen her voice. “Yes. My throat. And I’m old enough to be on my own. I need no attending.” Suddenly, Dare could barely hold back her tears. All the emotions around her must be affecting her control. A member of the Wode did not cry. She’d learned that long ago, when her father had first left her at the palace. She was a warrior, a soldier. Bred to be a companion and guard. Love and family were not for people like her. Yet she did have a family of sorts in Queen Idony and Cyrus. An Arendal, Cyrus was Dare’s counterpart, the Queen’s Sword. They had arrived at the palace on the same day, replacing generations of their predecessors as the queen’s companion guards. Her Arendal and Senedal. Her Sword and Chalice. She hadn’t cried when, months ago, she had been informed that Cyrus was missing, presumed dead. She hadn’t cried when she discovered that the queen . . . No. She could hardly admit the truth, even to herself. It was too horrific. She could not cry now. Dare tugged the brim of the large woolen hat farther down, to hide her expression. She wasn’t quick enough. “Oh my,” the young woman, who looked to be around her age, tutted. “Here you’ll be thinking Lucy Thrice is ugly and mean. Put my foot in it, did I? I’m sure you are perfectly capable of attending yourself. Nothing could scare a brave lad like you, eh? But that throat and those watery eyes have given Lucy an idea. Tell you what, I have a special grain tonic that’ll ease your troubles. My own creation. Good for all that ails you. I won’t charge you a thing for a taste.” The queen’s automaton tilted her head. “Welcome to Trader-der- der-der-Dare-Dare-Trader’s Square.” Dare’s heart stuttered along with the replica’s vocal recording. Had it just said—? No, that was preposterous. It had to be a coincidence. A man walked by and kicked the platform, the hollow thud making Dare cringe. He no doubt believed, as anyone with good sense would, that the gears within had jammed. As he passed, one of the queen’s metal eyelids lowered over a jeweled eye, which was emitting a soft blue glow. It looked decidedly like a wink. Impossible. “The artist’ll be hearing about that little glitch I’ll wager. Come on, now. Time for my famous remedy.” The woman tugged on her arm but Dare shook her head. Seeing the queen’s likeness had only increased her urgency and reinforced her determination to complete her mission. Visiting with this pleasant unfortunate had no part in it.

“You are kind, Miss—”

“Thrice, is me. Lucy Thrice.”

Dare nodded. “You are kind, Miss Thrice.” She politely but firmly disengaged herself from the woman’s grime-covered grasp. “Unfortunately I must be on my way.” “Listen to that,” a male voice drawled behind her. “If I closed my eyes, I’d be sure a lady from the Hill had come to visit with those sparklin’ manners, instead of a dirty lowborn boy.” She saw Lucy’s mud-brown eyes narrow. “So would I. The lady part leastwise. I’m thinking we’ve found our special bird.”

I hope I have done Geared for Pleasure justice, I did so enjoy my trip to Theorrey and I hope you will too.

Z Seawitch