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March 8, 2013

Guest Post & Giveaway with author Jillian Stone!




The Damaged Hero of A Private Duel with Agent Gunn

Before PTSD and shell shock there was a pitiable condition called soldier’s heart.


First of all, I want to thank A Dream Within A Dream for inviting me to guest blog today!

When I was developing the character of Phineas Gunn, I knew I wanted him to be an eccentric recluse, given to intellectual pursuits as well his talent for espionage and crime solving. Beginning in chapter one, paragraph one, it quickly becomes apparent Agent Gunn is having some sort of attack of nerves. Here’s an excerpt:

Chapter One

“Clean as a whistle these young lovelies. Sure you won’t have a taste, sir?” The dandy peacock tipped his hat and squinted to see inside the carriage.
Phineas Gunn sat in the darkness and regarded the street pimp for the briefest of moments. “Quite. Sure.”
“Take another gander, sir––you’ll find something comely that tickles the old Thomas.” The fleshpeddler cocked his head with a wink. “Rooms by the hour, right behind me.” With bosoms near to bursting out of corsets, the rag-a-bed jewels of Princess Street posed enticingly for his attention.
“Bugger off.” Phineas slammed the coach window shut.
Twirling a crystal-knobbed cane, the fancy man swept his walking stick behind bouncing bustles. “Special this evening––two girls––three and six.” The pimp hawked his bevy of spoiled doves to every man, Jack, and Prince Arthur prowling the backstreets of Leicester Square.
Finn gulped for air. A band of tension squeezed his chest. An intense wave of fear ripped through flesh and sinew––right down to his bones. Damn it all.
His body was playing tricks again. It seemed nothing he could think or do could distract from this sudden assault on his nerves. He inhaled another deep breath and exhaled slowly, counting to ten. The shakes often came upon him without warning or obvious cause. Finn knew very well he sat safely within the confines of his coach. Every fiber of his being, however, told him he was being chased down a dark alley by a raving murderer, poised to thrust a blade in his back.
He was dying and there was no way to stop it.


As the story unfolds, the reader learns that Finn was injured during the Second Anglo-Afghan war, and the only wounds that haven’t healed are emotional not physical. Finn holds deeply disturbing memories inside that he rarely speaks of. Dark, enclosed spaces
often trigger his nervous attacks, and contribute to his solitary life, causing him to have certain services brought to him, including his mistress and his fencing master.

In fact, the only thing that gets Finn Gunn out of the house is an occasional assignment from Scotland Yard or Naval Intelligence––as in A Private Duel with Agent Gunn––it’s a case involving mysterious ballerina Cate Willoughby.

Agent Gunn agreed to a brief interview about soldier’s heart, a hint about what happened to him during his military service, his new doctor and the effect Cate Willoughby has on his condition:



Jillian: “What exactly is soldier's heart, Agent Gunn?”

Agent Gunn: “As long as I am going to talk publicly about my debilitating condition, please call me Phineas or Finn, after all, you created me.”

Jillian: (As Finn smiled, I was reminded of just how charming, he could be.)
Finn: “To answer your question, soldier’s heart is a battle fatigue condition that affects some soldiers––particularly those of us who have witnessed heinous carnage and death. An American civil war doctor, actually named the condition.”

Jillian: “Can you tell me something about what happens when you get a nervous attack?”
Finn: “Rapid pulse, sweating, trembling, shaking. Sensations of shortness of breath. A feeling of choking or smothering. Chest pain. Nausea. Feelings of unreality, detachment––fear of losing control, or going mad. Fear of dying. Numbness and tingling sensations, alternating chills and feverish flushes. Not all at once, of course, but there are often multiple symptoms present.”

Jillian: “I understand you were stationed in Afghanistan?”

Finn: “Yes. I was new to the Northern Territories, and had just arrived at Kandahar when Ayub Khan laid siege to the fort. My first intelligence operation involved a scouting patrol into the mountains. We were on the look out for General Robert’s reinforcements, who were on their way from Kabul. We were ambushed by a Pathan tribe––captured and tortured. Eight men went out––four us escaped, and made it back to the fort.”
Jillian: “I understand you see a doctor in London. Is he helping...any?”
Finn: “Ah, you refer to my quack physician Monatgue Twombly. He’s a last resort––after a close call with opium, electrical currents, and ice baths––nothing seemed to have any lasting effect. Monty studied under an unorthodox Austrian physician by the name of Freud, who practices a new sort of cure, something called “talking therapy.” As unusual as Twombly’s practice is, I have made progress under his supervision and mean to stay the course.”
Jillian: “Thank you for sharing a bit about your pitiable condition. I must say you appear to be coping rather well––I wonder, has your heroine, Cate Willoughby had an effect on your nerves?”
Finn (with a wink): “Quite a few symptoms subside when I am with her. Although some worsen, like the occasional irregular heart beat.”


To find out exactly how Cate makes Finn’s heart race, be sure to read A Private Duel with Agent Gunn. Here’s a short blurb:


Prima ballerina Catriona de Dovia lives the glamorous life of a starlet, filled with glittering jewels, sumptuous dinners, and admiring suitors. She’s grown up considerably since losing her heart to Hugh Curzon once upon a time, no longer wasting her emotions on the empty promises of charming gentlemen. On her own since the untimely death of her parents, she will do anything for the only family she has left: her brother, a notorious anarchist.


Scotland Yard Agent Phineas Gunn–sometimes known as Hugh Curzon–receives his new assignment reluctantly. He’s up for something a little more strenuous than playing nanny to a ballerina, until he sees who his charge is. Then, it’s a completely different story, because he’d been unable to forget the trusting, beautiful Cate since he had to leave her behind in Barcelona. And he suspects Cate is more than a ballet girl––in fact, she just might be a jewel thief, or even more arousing––a clever undercover operative.


Finn is determined to find out as the two race across the Continent–by land, by sea, even through the air by zephyr–it becomes uncertain who is keeping tabs on whom, and Finn and Cate must battle the sexual tension that snaps and sizzles between them every step of the way.

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Jillian’s first book in The Gentlemen of Scotland Yard series, An Affair with Mr. Kennedy, won the 2010 Golden Heart for Romantic Suspense. Her latest novel, fourth in the series for Pocket Books is A Private Duel with Agent Gunn. She also writes the Phaeton Black, Paranormal Investigator series for Kensington Brava.


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November 7, 2012

The Moonstone and Miss Jones Blog Tour: Review & Giveaway!

 


The Moonstone and Miss Jones (Paranormal Investigator Series#2)
Author: Jillian Stone
Genre: Paranormal Romance with Steampunk and Erotic Elements
Publisher: Kensington Brava
Release Date: September 26, 2012
ISBN-10: 075826898X
ISBN-13: 978-0758268983
Number of pages: 300

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Book Description:

The Moonstone and Miss Jones is the dark and sexy sequel to The Seduction of Phaeton Black. Phaeton returns to England in time to help Doctor Exeter and the mysterious deadly Nightshades rescue London once again––this time from Professor Lovecraft's destructive tinkering.

As the threads of existence begin to unravel, the eccentric scientist attempts to save his son’s deteriorating condition by replacing body parts with mechanical apparatus. Ah, but how to power them? The near mad professor believes he has found a way to unleash the arcane energy inside the Moonstone and he needs Phaeton Black to help him do it.

When Phaeton is shanghaied in Shanghai, America Jones assumes the worst––that he has abandoned her in the Orient. An angry Miss Jones returns to London, where their spirited partnership takes an unexpected turn––a new business venture MOONSTONE INVESTIGATIONS. No uncommon psychical disturbance refused.

Well, why not mix business with pleasure?




A lone gaslight sputtered above the stair landing. America steadied herself and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness below. The hansom ride from the Docklands to the West End had been one of the most harrowing in her life––with the possible exception of a rickshaw pulled by Zulu in Durban, South Africa.
She squinted and a few details emerged from the flat below, including a shadowy figure in the overstuffed chair. A soft snore rumbled its way up the stair––it was Phaeton, all right. She ventured further into the room for a better look.
He lounged in the chair with his pelvis forward, legs spread. America angled her head, studying him. There was a rough of whiskers on his chin; could he look anymore dashing? She exhaled a sigh. Only if he opened those liquid brown eyes.
“A little lower, darling.” He mumbled, still asleep. It suddenly hit her. He was safe. He was healthy. The bilge rat.
“Darling, is it?” she whispered. Her gaze trailed down his open waistcoat to the buttons on his trousers. As if in answer to her own lascivious thoughts the buttons began to open.
She grinned at first––was this some new kind of power emerging? Something ancient and primal fueled by lust? She had noticed a marked increase in her abilities these last few months, there was no question they were getting stronger. She reached out and her hand was slapped away––by what she had no idea. She tried again and was flung across the flat onto the lumpy old chaise longue.
America sat up and stared. Something tugged at Phaeton’s trousers––something powerful enough to manipulate the physical world and yet remain unseen. Rising to her feet, she strode across the floor and slapped Phaeton hard across the face.
He groaned, still in a deep trace. “Just the tip, Georgiana.”
She slapped him again. “Snap out of it!”
Jarred awake, Phaeton pushed away from her and blinked––several times. She slapped him again. This time he rubbed his jaw and his eyes watered. “America?” Gradually, between squints and blinks, he came around.
Her fists landed on her hips. “Who is Georgiana?”
Phaeton eased back into his chair, though he regarded her with some wariness. “A rather persistent succubus. And you certainly aren’t one of those––thank God.” If it was possible for a man to have sultry eyes, Phaeton had them. He tilted his chin and studied at her. “Though, I must admit the nasty little vixen has me in some discomfort––would you mind?” He gave a nod to the bulge in his trousers.
“Stuff it, Phaeton.”
“Exactly.” A slow grin twitched on the devilish mouth. “I’m just asking.”
“Goodness––separated for less than two months and I had already quite forgotten how exasperating you can be.”
“You followed me––rather sweet of you. I wasn’t sure you would. I thought you would think I jumped ship and sailed off––abandoned you.”
America’s eyes narrowed into cat slits. “According to your wire, which I received just yesterday, you were shanghaied––in Shanghai.”
Phaeton shrugged. “Old joke, not particularly amusing anymore.”
She stared at him. “You must trust me when I say, it was never comical––in the least.” America shook her head and moved to the pantry area of the flat. She braced herself against the
table edge. “I chased you halfway round the world, Phaeton. I want the truth this time, and not a crafty as you please answer.” She swept an errant curl back into her top knot. “I believe I’ve known eels less slippery.”
Phaeton wore that cajoling half smile. “You’re angry with me.”
“Mad at you? No Phaeton, I’m not angry with you. I’m...I’m furious.” America choked on her own words, or was it the painful and growing lump in her throat that stifled her breath? “I searched for you for in every opium den and every back alley of Shanghai. Only after a great deal of money changed hands was I able to find out you’d cut and run––aboard the Boomerang. Do you have any idea how I worried?”
“I’ve caused you great torment, but I swear to you none of it was my doing. Yes, I was on that ship––in leg irons for more than half the voyage. I was cracked over the head in Blood alley, stuffed in a sack and taken aboard ship. “Phaeton rolled his eyes a bit. “Turns out the captain was a regular chap, with a good supply of whiskey––nightly card play.”
America shook her head. “How lovely for you. I don’t suppose there was any chance to escape––or any way to get word to me?”
“But I did get word to you, love––darling––” Phaeton appeared rather stricken.
The tears that had welled up, were streaming now. “And while we were separated did you…think of me?”
Phaeton rose from the chair. “Every minute.” He strode toward her slowly. “Of every hour.” He caught her up in his arms. “Of every bleeding day.” His gaze fell to her mouth, and her lips parted. Good God, what a hussy––she was sending him an invitation.
“Have I ever told you I love you––outside of the throes of passion?”
America shook her head.
“I love you.”
America pressed her hands to his chest. “Too late, we’re in the throes of passion.”




The Moonstone and Miss Jones is the second book in the interesting supernatural mystery series that is intertwined with a steamy paranormal romance. The main plot deals with Phaeton Black, a Scotland Yard detective who happens to have some paranormal abilities. He helps out with cases surrounding the occult and unexplained occurrences. By his side is America Jones, the fiery woman who has decided to help with his cases. Phaeton and America rush to London in order to help Doctor Exeter save the city from the evil Professor Lovecraft.

This novel is a fast-paced paranormal romance with a great plot. The setting is a perfect fit for the narrative - Victorian era London seems to be a plausible place for ghosts, evil professors, and general paranormal activity. The romance portion of the book was a bit of a shock to me because I normally don't read that genre, but it was definitely steamy and continued to make the tension between Phaeton and America palpable throughout the novel. The writing is incredibly well done and the characters are believably flawed and exciting to read about. The added mystery and steampunk aspects of the series only heighten the adventure and make it all the more exquisite. Fans of paranormal romance will devour this book and eagerly await the third installment in the series.






In 2010, Jillian won the RWA Golden Heart for An Affair with Mr. Kennedy and went from no agent or publisher to signing with Richard Curtis and being offered a three book contract by Pocket Books. That summer, she also won the erotica category of the 2010 Romance Through the Ages contest for The Seduction of Phaeton Black and was offered a three book contract by Kensington Brava. Needless to say, she has been busy writing books this past year and a half! Jillian lives in Southern California and is currently working on the third book in the Phaeton Black, Paranormal Investigator series, The Miss Education of Dr. Exeter.


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July 9, 2012

The Seduction of Phaeton Black Tour: Review, Excerpt & Giveaway!


The Seduction of Phaeton Black
Author:Jillian Stone
Publisher: Kensington Brava
Release Date: March 27, 2012

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Blurb:
THE YEAR IS 1889 and Queen Victoria, exemplum of decency and sobriety, is in her fifty-second year of reign. Paranormal Investigator, Phaeton Black, on the other hand, couldn’t be less interested in clean-living. He has recently taken up residence in the basement flat of London’s most notorious brothel. A dedicated libertine with an aptitude for absinthe, he wrestles with a variety of demons both real and self-inflicted. Unfairly linked to Scotland Yard’s failure to solve the Whitechapel murders, Phaeton is offered a second chance to redeem himself. A mysterious fiend, or vampire is stalking the Strand. After a glass and a consult with the green fairy, he agrees to take on the case.
On his first surveillance, Phaeton pursues an elusive stranger and encounters several curious, horrifying beings. But the most intriguing creature of all is a Cajun beauty who captures him at knifepoint and threatens to spirit away his heart. 


She had never met the like of such a man.
After a few deep draughts of spirit, he kicked a chair out from under the table and straddled the seat. “The chair rails guard my bulging privates. Not to be confused with filthy pirates.”
He took another swig from the bottle. “Tell me about these imaginary, cutlass wielding corsairs. Miss––?”
“My name is America Jones.”
He set an elbow on the chair back and cupped his chin. He had a wary way of studying her, as if she were some kind of curiosity. “Are you incapable of answering questions in a truthful manner? Again, Miss––?”
She set her jaw and glared. “America.”
“Is the name of a continent, or two. I can never remember if there are two continents designated north and south, or one continent designated south and north. Which is it?”
Why did he play the Mad Hatter? Leaning far back off the chair, he had to catch himself. The grog appeared to be having an effect. “And there is a new country, the United States of America.”
Even with arms tied down, she still managed a shrug. “It is my name, sir. America Síne Jones and I have learned to live with it these twenty-ought years.”
“I believe I may call you by your middle name.” His mouth twitched. “Sin–ay. I do so admire the first syllable.”
Her gaze narrowed to a quizzical squint. “Is your mind always in the gutter, Mr.––?
“Black.” Liquid sable eyes flecked with gold drank in every inch of her. “Only when I am interested, Miss Jones.”
“And are you interested?”
“I once enjoyed a meal at the Langham Hotel, which I thought about repeating for weeks afterward.”
“Is that what I am to you? A supper?”
He lowered his chin. “A banquet, my tempting dark dove.” Hooded ebony eyes crinkled at the sides. He enjoyed taunting her.
Captivated for a moment, she mentally slapped herself. “I would love to stay and chat, really I would, but I must be on my way.” She flashed the faintest of smiles. “Now that we are introduced, certainly you can release me from bondage?”
“One more thing, Miss Jones. If you would kindly explain about the pirates?” He tilted his head. “Your eyes are most extraordinary. Almost feline.”
What an exasperating man! While he swigged from the bottle, she tugged again on her bindings. “Why do you insist on torturing me?”
She pressed her lips together and chewed the inside of her bottom lip. A force of habit when vexed beyond endurance. Well, she supposed two could play this silly, annoying interrogation game. “Are your parents still living, Mr. Black?
He sat up and blinked. “Mother died of a virulent meningitis years ago. My father teaches advanced mathematics at Trinity College.” He ran a hand through thick waves of dark brown hair. “He might as well be dead. We don’t get on.”
“I could not tell you if my mother is alive or dead. I’ve not been home to Louisiana in many years. Buried my father four short months ago. Charles Gardiner Jones.” She leaned forward purposefully. “A decent and honest merchant trader. Acquaintances said he couldn’t face his business failure––that he died of drink. People who knew him well, told a very different story. My father’s heart was broken by his lying, scheming business partner.”
When her eyes threatened to tear, she lifted her chin. “After his funeral I vowed to bring Yanky Willem to justice.”
“And how goes this pursuit?”
She frowned. “Not as well as I’d hoped. Last night Willem caught me rifling through a year’s worth of cargo manifests.”
He arched a brow. “Searching for––?”
“Proof of piracy, Mr. Black.”
He smiled that maddening grin of his. “I knew if I was patient, we might actually get round to the original subject of my query––the filthy pirates.”
“Chased me from the Docklands all the way down the Strand.” She laid her head back against the padded chair and counted the cracks in the ceiling. “When you stepped into the sharp edge of my blade, I was clean out of bullets.”
“Bullets? And where, pray tell is your pistol?
Now it was her turn to grin. “Untie me, and––“
“I think not, Miss Jones.” From behind protective rungs, Mr. Black stepped over the seat of his chair and ventured closer. “Shall we search together?”

Review:

The Seduction of Phaeton Black is an interesting supernatural mystery novel intertwined with a steamy paranormal romance. The main plot deals with Phaeton Black, a Scotland Yard detective who happens to have some paranormal abilities. He helps out with cases surrounding the occult and unexplained occurrences. In this case, he must figure out what bloodsucking fiend is torturing the good people of London before things get too out of hand. Along the way he meets America Jones and begins torrid love affair. Before long, Phaeton feels himself falling for Miss Jones - despite his hardest attempts against such a thing. What has this woman done to the notorious libertine Phaeton Black?
This novel is a fast-paced paranormal romance with a great plot. The setting is a perfect fit for the narrative - Victorian era London seems to be a plausible place for ghosts and succubi to be roaming about brothels and the dirty streets. The romance portion of the book was a bit of a shock to me because I normally don't read that genre, but it was quite steamy and made the tension between Phaeton and America palpable throughout the novel. The writing is very well done and the characters are believably flawed and exciting to read about. Fans of paranormal romance will devour this book and eagerly await the next installment in the series.



About the Author:

Jillian Stone’s Victorian Romantic Suspense novel AN AFFAIR WITH MR. KENNEDY won the 2010 RWA Golden Heart and is the first novel in The Gentlemen of Scotland Yard series for Pocket Books. Her sexy, supernatural Steampunk novel, THE SEDUCTION OF PHAETON BLACK, won the 2010 Romance Through The Ages Erotica category and sold to Kensington Brava. Jillian lives in California and is currently working on the next adventure for both series. 
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