The Miss Education of Dr. Exeter [NOOK Book]

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"Deduction, seduction, and a sense of humor. . .awesome writing." --USA Today

From steam-powered bunkers to steamy boudoirs, paranormal detective Phaeton Black knows his way around Victorian London. But sometimes, when you slip down a rabbit hole, there's no turning back. . .

If The Portal's A-Rockin'

Phaeton Black is missing. Sucked into an alternative universe--courtesy of Professor Lovecraft's ...

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Overview

"Deduction, seduction, and a sense of humor. . .awesome writing." --USA Today

From steam-powered bunkers to steamy boudoirs, paranormal detective Phaeton Black knows his way around Victorian London. But sometimes, when you slip down a rabbit hole, there's no turning back. . .

If The Portal's A-Rockin'

Phaeton Black is missing. Sucked into an alternative universe--courtesy of Professor Lovecraft's Trans-Dimensional Injection Portal--the illustrious investigator is nowhere to be found. Even the bewitching Miss America Jones, who's pregnant with Phaeton's child, has no clue to his whereabouts. But when a spy fly's microphone picks up Phaeton's voice in the parlors of Paris, she enlists his dearest friends to track him down--before his deadliest enemies find him first. . .

Don't Come A-Knockin'

Accompanied by the dashing Dr. Exeter, his delightful ward Mia, and a trusty duo of Nightshades, it's off to the City of Lights for the determined Miss Jones. Unfortunately, there is something about Paris in the fall that brings out the devil in Dr. Exeter--and the beast in mild-mannered Mia, whose animal urges transform her into a gorgeous panther. With physical reality unraveling on both sides of the cosmic rift, the good doctor must extract Phaeton Black from the clutches of a diabolical techno-wizard--or both could lose the women they love to love. . .forever.

Praise for The Seduction of Phaeton Black

"A sexy, supernatural romp!"--Zorcher

"A dark Victorian concoction. . .sexy as hell!"--Ray Garton, author of Live Girls

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Publishers Weekly
Stone’s third Phaeton Black, Para-normal Investigator alternate-historical caper (after The Moonstone and Miss Jones) is an arousing erotic romance wearing a skimpy steampunk dress. Dr. Asa Exeter’s ward, Anatolia “Mia” Chadwick, is a bewitchingly beautiful young woman with an unfortunate tendency to become a panther. Exeter attempts to discourage her youthful crush on him so he can do his proper duty and marry her off. When he learns that the solution to Mia’s unpredictable shape-shifting requires intense sexual release, Exeter’s attempts to stay emotionally distant while providing physical intimacy only heighten their mutual frustration and desire. As Mia acquires control of her inner cat, Exeter is ever more deeply enthralled by her. A subplot regarding missing investigator Phaeton Black is more of an afterthought, but tension-filled sex scenes in a variety of unusual locations will satisfy readers who like to dog-ear the pages. Agent: Richard Curtis, Richard Curtis Associates. (July)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758289124
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 6/25/2013
  • Series: Paranormal Investigator , #3
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 133,396
  • File size: 2 MB

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The Miss Education of Dr. Exeter


By Jillian Stone

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2013 Jillian Stone
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-8912-4


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CHAPTER 1

22 Half Moon Street, Mayfair London, 1889

MIA CLAWED AT HER BALL GOWN as she climbed the stairs. There it was again, that tingling feeling—more of an itch than an urge, as if her skin was stretched too tight over the wrong body. At the first signs of a metamorphosis, they had made their excuses, left the ball at Stafford House, and returned home. "Coming to bed, darling?" Her question was a flippant snarl, not a sultry invitation, for she knew he would not condescend to answer. She reached the landing and turned, surprised to see him just a few steps behind her.

As her guardian drew close, her nostrils flared. The scent of Royal Lime No. 5 layered with hints of his shaving soap assaulted her senses. She was drawn, however, to a more intoxicating musk—the very masculine essence that was Doctor Asa Exeter, enigmatic half-blooded Persian prince and English baron. "Will you let me help you, Mia?" He stood one step below her, bringing them eye to eye.

"You know that is impossible." A momentary flash of fantasy intruded—her bare breasts exposed to his anguished gaze, nipples peaked in anticipation of the brush of his thumb. Mia shivered. The sudden surge of arousal could have caused an instantaneous shift. She shook her head gently so her tears would not spill. "The change comes faster now. You could be injured." She lifted her chin. "Let me be, Om Asa."

She turned to leave, and he caught her hand. "At least let me mix a powder for the headache."

Exeter had spent a week in the library of secrets studying her condition. He well understood that her migraine warned of an impending, involuntary shift. The pain had quickly become intolerable, and he had escorted her out of the ballroom. In the carriage, she had tried to make light of it. "It seems this is my coming-out season—in more ways than one."

Now, here on the stairs, she met his gaze, that of a protector, of caring and affection. The same look of concern she had known since childhood. The one that now caused her heart to break. "The discomfort will pass, shortly."

Exeter rattled off a litany of symptoms. "Neuralgia, generalized body aches, a sinus drip—not sniffles from a cold, but the kind one gets from exposure, when one is out in the snow for too long." He examined her carefully. "Typically these signs begin within a few hours of the transformation. Are they all present?"

She rolled her eyes upward. "Yes, Doctor Exeter." The wild thing inside her stirred. The beast humped its back and stretched, languidly.

The headache had eased somewhat, which was all the more terrifying. This meant the reshaping of her body was imminent. Mia's gaze lingered on the seraphim painted on the ceiling. God's burning angels. "We were fortunate tonight," she murmured. Sometimes, there were no warning signs—the shift just happened. "Jersey says as I gain experience I will be able to better anticipate the onset of change."

As intimate as it was to be alone with Exeter, things had felt a bit desolate this evening, without the Nightshades. She had grown used to having bodyguards most everywhere they traveled. Jersey Blood and his consort, Valentine, had been assigned to her and Exeter. Jersey was a seraph shifter who rarely allowed himself to transform. He had become something of a mentor in these early months of her transformation.

"Gradually you will learn to manipulate these shifts; then you may change at will, if you so choose," Jersey had assured her. His promise of control cheered her some, even as she fought back the urge to rip off her dress and expose herself—to rub against Exeter and purr.

"I must go." She ran the rest of the way up the stairs and down a length of carpeted corridor. This longing to mate with her guardian was not new, exactly. But there were times now, when her desire was almost too strong to bear. Upsetting to say the least, and beyond perplexing for the good doctor. The untamed feline urge was so strong that, on one occasion, she had used coarse language and disrobed in a provocative way. Shocking behavior on her part. Now her belly trembled at the memory of Exeter's palm cupping her breast, the moment when his thumb had stroked and she had exhaled a low, throaty rumble.

He had stepped away in horror.

Mia shook off the painful memory and burst into her bedchamber. She made it as far as her dressing table before she realized her mistake and turned back. Exeter stood in the open doorway holding an oil lamp, his gaze penetrating, measured. "I believe you need me to undress you."

She bit her lip and nodded. Several weeks ago there had been a close call with Lucy, her maid. One evening, as she helped Mia ready for bed, a sudden, unexpected shift had happened. No warning signs. She had hissed so ferociously, the terrified girl had fled the house in the middle of the night.

Exeter entered the room and set the lamp on her dresser. "Come, Mia." She hadn't noticed how dark it was—mostly because her night vision was extraordinary now. She could read the ancient codex at her bedside without illumination, if she cared to be illuminated.

Placing her hands on her hips, she turned her back to Exeter.

"Please assure me you will not frighten the Metropolitan police on patrol in Green Park ... again." Exeter's fingers moved down the row of hooks and eyes that fastened her gown.

"I often have no control over her ... she's—" Mia shifted away and he pulled her back. Persistent, gentle fingers loosed the strings of her corset. Even as her cheeks flushed with heat, cool air wafted over skin moist with perspiration. His knuckles brushed against the flesh of her back, causing a shiver she failed to conceal.

A hand slipped around her waist and he turned her toward him. "As the codex advises—assert yourself but do not force her to your will."

"She always wants ..." Mia avoided his gaze, until she couldn't any longer. "You know what she wants." Exeter's exotic green eyes, the color of imperial jade, stayed with her. The stubble on his chin and jaw made him look swarthy, and exceedingly masculine, and yet he was also her protector.

"Gentle persuasion, Mia. The more you struggle with her—"

Inexplicably, before she could gain control over her hand, she reached out and stroked the dark, tempting ruff of his whiskers. She traced a faint, cream-colored scar that ran along the edge of a powerful jawline. Her touch stopped his conversation mid-sentence.

What inexplicable behavior! But this is how she had become with him. Heat flushed her cheeks and she withdrew her hand from his face. Shaking her head, even managing an uneasy laugh, she apologized. "I don't know what came over me, please excuse ..."

"No, please, continue." Covering her hand in his, he guided her fingers over the stubble below his cheekbone to his handsome, well-formed mouth. Her gaze lingered on his generous bottom lip and the upper, with its strong Cupid's bow. Another scorching flush of heat crept up her neck. Gently, he turned her hand palm up and brushed his lips over the faint pulse on the inside of her wrist. "Forgive me, Mia."

A tingle shivered through her body, curling her toes. She had never seen him smile, not like the one she now experienced, and she was positive he felt her tremble. Sweeping a stray wisp of hair off her cheek, he took a long moment to examine every feature on her face.

"You are changing, Mia, from a precocious, adorable girl into a most sultry beauty. From here on out, I will have to keep a close watch on myself." Exeter backed away and shut the door quietly.

Mia blinked. She wasn't quite sure what to make of his speech—apology, confession, or warning? All she knew was the ends of her mouth tilted upward.

She disrobed and left nothing on, having learned the hard way. Any clothes on her body would end up in tatters. The evening chill was soothing, even sensuous. She moved to the tall paned windows and opened French doors. A waft of air hardened her nipples and prickled her skin. Touching herself, she imagined his fingers ... there.

The shift was instantaneous. Painless.


Lean sinew rippled under a coat of sleek, black fur. Exeter stood on the rooftop and admired the panther's agility and stealth as she dropped down between buildings and into the alley north of Curzon Street. A gray ghost of fog crept over stone pavers. "So, the huntress is on the prowl."

Any time now, she would return to human form. These involuntary shifts never lasted long. Exeter hooked a finger into his waistcoat pocket and tipped out his watch. Nearing the stroke of three.

Less than an hour ago, a large blue-black cat sprang from Mia's bedchamber window to the roof of the town house. She had put up a merry chase, and he had followed after, hurdling gables, vaulting chimneys, using potent energy for the impossible jumps. Still, it amounted to vigorous calisthenics, keeping up with the agile feline.

Exeter leaned against the steep pitch of an attic roof and squinted. The dark cat crept down the mews lane, but he could not make out what she stalked. Farther away, a dustbin toppled to the ground with a crash.

Mia froze, fixing on something down the narrow row. Shoulders hunched, she crouched low and waited.

He suspected rats or alley cats, until he heard the scoffs and shouts that followed. Exeter stepped out from behind the chimney for a better view. Three young street rowdies sauntered down the row, up to no good. One of them emptied the last of a whiskey bottle and gave it a toss. The glass shattered against a wall.

Mia backed into a corner and hissed.

"Well now, what 'ave we here?" A brawny young man stepped closer and she took a swipe at him. "Watch yourselves—this pretty puss has claws." The drunken sot swayed backward, then pitched forward. One of his mates had the good sense to yank him away and prop him between cohorts, who hung back. "Look at her—big, ain't she?" Another boy gasped. "Some big green eyes on her ..."

She curled her lip with a snarl.

"Fangs, as well." The bolder, drunker lad stuck a thumb under his cap and scratched. "What do you suppose?"

All three ruffians stared as one spoke up. "I say this pussycat likely escaped from some rich lord's private zoo, don't you know." The rowdy beside him nodded. "Mattie works fancy balls at a duke's house in Belgravia. She says he's got a leopard—one of those big cats with spots. Rides 'im in an open carriage through Hyde Park."

Exeter stood at the edge of the roofline and observed the cornered panther that was Mia. She paced back and forth, eyeing the young men. Jersey Blood had warned him about tracking Mia in her shift-state. "Unless she's in dire straits—leave her be. She needs to learn her own strengths, how to defend herself."

Mia lunged at the doddering bullies and hissed. She was testing them.

"You suppose this one's escaped?" one of the boys asked.

"There's a bloke named Jamrach, has a shop over on Radcliff Highway in Shadwell—Jamrach's Menagerie. He deals in wildlife, birds mostly, but large cats as well. I wager she'll fetch a thumping-good sum." The boisterous de facto leader kicked over an empty dustbin and picked up the lid. "Hand me a stick and grab one for yourselves, lads."

Using the lid as a shield, he tried poking and prodding at her. "Let's see if we can get this pretty puss into the bin. Go around to the side there—don't let her give us the slip."

A gnash of bared teeth ended in a snarling growl that quickly grew into the loudest call of the wild ever heard in the borough of Westminster. She leapt directly at the large bloke, teeth bared. At the last second, as the bully boy staggered to one side, the sleek cat veered off and took a jaw-dropping spring into the air. She jumped from window ledge to roof and landed not far from Exeter.

If he wasn't mistaken, Mia had incorporated a bit of what Ping referred to as relic dust and champagne, or potent energy, to assist in those breathtaking leaps. Until now, he hadn't seen such skillful maneuvering from Mia. And she had manipulated the physical universe in cat form.

The wild creature stared down at the astonished hooligans below who dropped their sticks and lids and hurried out of the alley.

"Impressive, Mia."

The cat turned, flashing green eyes of ... was that recognition? His heart thumped hard inside his chest. He stood his ground and held his breath as she crept closer. At the last moment, she turned her head and rubbed against his leg, arching her back. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched her curl back around for another pass. He descended to his haunches and she allowed him to rub her neck and scratch behind her ears—with one hand, then both. Her robust rumble modulated into a low purr as she closed her eyes and collapsed into his body.

A flesh-and-blood young woman lay in his arms. Exeter removed his coat and covered her. She opened her eyes momentarily and shivered. Lifting her up, he bent the physical world just enough to make it home in several leaps—from rooftop to rooftop, until he dropped down onto the balcony of her room.

He pushed open the window and was greeted by Mr. Tandi, who waited beside a small copper bath. His manservant poured a steaming kettle of water into the tepid bath, as he angled Mia through the French door. "That will be all, Mr. Tandi."

Exeter lowered Mia into the warm bath and stayed until she was revived enough to begin to bathe herself. "Are you well enough, Mia?"

She looked up and nodded. Still he waited until she smiled softly. "Leave me—you look tired, Om Asa. Get some rest."

His servant stood in the corridor holding a brandy on a silver salver. These strange middle-of-the-night rituals had become routine of late. Exeter slumped onto one of upholstered chairs in the hallway. For months now, the Nightshades had kept vigil from these chairs—only tonight it would be Mr. Tandi.

He took a sip of the warm amber liquid. "How long has it been since you and Mia announced yourselves at my door, Mr. Tandi?"

His manservant's eyes lit up at the memory. "My word—seems very long ago—ten years, I believe, sir." Exeter recalled the tall, soft-spoken African man standing in the foyer, holding the hand of a doe-eyed waif of a child, the young Anatolia Chadwick. Mia, as she was called even by her parents, was at best a distant relation. But, it seemed, he and his father were all the child had left in the world.

Mr. Tandi had recounted a hair-raising tale of a bloodthirsty raid on a small town built around a mining operation. Wearing the clothes on their backs and carrying a hidden pouch filled with diamonds, they had made their way to Cape Town, sold a few gems, and booked passage on the first ship bound for London.

A last swallow of brandy slipped down his throat. Exeter closed his eyes and remembered the scrawny little girl and the African man—as dark as midnight—standing at the door. He set down his glass and rose from the comfortable upholstered chair. At Mia's bedchamber, he tapped lightly on the door before slipping inside to check on her.

Silently, Exeter stood near the edge of the canopy bed. He swept back a veil of diaphanous curtain and watched her breathe, tempted to get out his stethoscope and listen to her heart. She had always looked like an angel in her sleep; since when had she become the devil's own temptress?

For several months now, there had been provocative moments between them, including a few ardent displays of affection. Some of Mia's advances had been quite shocking and affected him deeply. So much so, he wasn't so sure he could still say that the attraction was entirely one sided. This evening, as was his custom, he had waited on a neighboring rooftop for her. From this vantage point, he had spied Mia seconds before her shift. Her nude figure bathed in soft moonlight ... so breathtakingly beautiful, he had thought her as stunning as a painting he had once seen by Jules Lefebvre in the National Gallery of Victoria.

Just hours ago, she had stood on tiptoe and stroked the stubble along his jaw. He had captured her hand, and his lips had found the sensitive flesh on the inside of her wrist. His tongue traced a light blue vein, and her pulse had quickened. "Carus Deus, you are torture."

How long was he going to be able to resist her?

CHAPTER 2

Exeter put down the morning paper. "I didn't expect you up this early." He studied his charge over the rim of a tipped cup. She appeared entirely too chipper as she poured the Earl Grey and stirred in a dollop of milk and a lump of sugar.

"I must apologize for our hasty retreat from the ball last night." She paused to sip, silently. "You and Phoebe Armistead were having such a lovely time dancing together."

It seemed chipper had quickly merged with testy. Mia was nearly always out of sorts after a shift. Exeter set down his tea. "I danced twice with Phoebe. Once because I asked, the second time because—"
(Continues...)


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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2013

    Misleading

    My main complaint about this book is the absense of Phaeton and America. Both the cover and the teaser lead you to believe it (like the first two books) revolve around these two characters. However it is almost entirely about the Doctor and Mia, with Phaeton and America playing very minor roles. That said, the story is highly erotic (sometimes bordering on pornographic). If you like that type of tale, this is an enjoyable read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 4, 2013

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    THE MISS EDUCATION OF DR. EXETER by Jillian Stone is an exciting

    THE MISS EDUCATION OF DR. EXETER by Jillian Stone is an exciting Paranormal Romance. Phaeton Black, Paranormal Investigator #3,but can be read as a stand alone. See" The Seduction of Phaeton Black" and "The Moonstone and Miss Jones"(may not be in order). "The Miss Education of Dr. Exeter" is a mixture steampunk with Sci-Fi high adventure,romance and paranormal investigators Victorian England style. Follow, Phaeton Black,Miss America Jones,Dr. Exeter, Mia and Nightshades. Mia, turns into a beautiful panther,Miss America Jones, is carrying Phaeton Black's child, who is missing, so she enlists his friends to help find him and get him home before she losses him forever. Fast paced story filled with inventive plots, and charming characters. A dark, steamy Victorian romp through England and places beyond,including Paris. What a delightful romp between Steampunk, Historical romance and Sci-Fi adventure. I have read all three and gotta say I have enjoyed each and everyone of them! Received for an honest review from the publisher.

    RATING:4

    HEAT RATING: MILD

    REVIEWED BY: Aprilr, Review courtesy of My Book Addiction and More

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  • Posted August 25, 2013

    Third steampunk... full throttle into time-travel adventure of 1

    Third steampunk... full throttle into time-travel adventure of 19th century Victorian and the 'Outremer' of 21st century,
    with the steamy showdowns of sexy supernatural she/heroes of wizards, shapeshifter, nightshades and much more.

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  • Posted June 29, 2013

    In The Miss Education of Dr. Exeter, Jillian Stone takes us on a

    In The Miss Education of Dr. Exeter, Jillian Stone takes us on an erotic steampunk adventure.  This novel is the latest installment in the Phaeton Black series.  The plot centers around the disappearance of said Phaeton Black, whose lover America Jones is about to give birth to his child, and his colleagues' attempts to retrieve him from the clutches of the evil wizard Prospero.  Along the way, Dr. Exeter has to deal with his ward, Mia's, rather delicate condition.  She is a shapeshifter, and her shifts have come at the most inopportune moments.  Mia must learn to control the shifts or they will control her life.  But how, oh, how, might those shifts be controlled?  How might her inner panther be dominated?  And who will conduct Mia's education in these new control techniques?  Will she be able to control herself in order to help those she cares about?

    There were some elements of the book that echoed scenes from other novels I've read.  For example, the mechanical insects reminded me of the ladybugs in Gail Carriger's novels.  There were other aspects that reminded me of Cassandra Clare's The Infernal Devices trilogy.  The part where Mia and Exeter attend a rather interesting party reminds me of another book I read not too long ago, The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters (volume 1).  

    If you are offended by erotica, then this book is not for you.  I don't read erotica just for the sake of reading erotica, but if it's thrown in there and actually adds something to the plot, I don't mind.  In this case, I have to say it added an interesting twist to the plot.  Overall, I thought it was a fun read.  I have not read the other books in the series, and I must confess to being somewhat lost at times due to the many references to the characters' previous adventures.  However, I don't think this should keep anyone from reading this book if given the opportunity.  

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  • Posted June 25, 2013

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    The Moonstone is creating havoc with space and time.  Phaeton i

    The Moonstone is creating havoc with space and time. 

    Phaeton is trapped, leaving America alone and very pregnant. Phaeton is being held captive by Domina Valour and all the stops are pulled out to discover his where a bouts and form a rescue plan.. but Domina seems to be one step ahead of the Investigators.

    Mia is having difficulties controlling her shifts and its causing wild sexual cravings...cravings she is focusing all on Dr. Exeter.

    This is a highly erotic steampunkish story. To help control Mia's shifts, Dr. Exerter must teach her how to control herself through sexual release...while fighting his own personal desires for the young woman who has been living under his care. Of course, Mia has other plans and attempts to push Exerter into sexual overload at every turn. 

    The story was extremely interesting and original with a great balance of erotica aspects and substantial plot building. Complex and developed story with panty melting sex, The Miss Education of Dr. Exeter was a brilliantly crafted read.

    I received this ARC copy of The Miss Education of Dr. Exeter from Kensignton Books in exchange for a honest review. This book is set for publication June 25, 2013.

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  • Posted June 25, 2013

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    This was possibly one of the most intricate plots I have ever re

    This was possibly one of the most intricate plots I have ever read, mixing steampunk, science fiction, paranormals, dimensional travel and romance with several erotic scenes.  Totally delightful, I did not find many places where I felt uninformed about characters or events that happened in the first two books, although it was apparent that connections were long standing and complex.  Fortunately, much of the missing pieces filled in as the story progressed, with some tidbits of information supplied by the author to reacquaint readers of the series with characters who are reappearing. 




    Precise language and luscious details give the feel of the Victorian setting, while phrasing, innovative gadgets and highly erotic scenes make the story fresh and modern.  Cleverly mixing science fiction, steampunk, historical details and paranormal creatures further add to the enjoyment of the story.  




    Exeter and Mia are beautifully described and developed: as they delve further into teaching Mia to control her panther, the sexual tension between the two creates several steamy scenes.  The conflict Exeter experiences between what he feels, and what he believes is appropriate to feel has shattered his detached and clinical façade: and makes for some interesting and quite comical reactions on Mia’s part. 




    In the struggle to reunite America and Phaeton the action and tension are neatly presented and the story does manage to neatly wrap up many of the loose ends, although I still see potential for further development of all the character storylines, and I will be reading the first two in this series to fill in the details about the characters I only know superficially.  




    I received an ARC copy from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

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