I'm so thrilled to be on the tour. The Clockwork Dagger releases next week, but today you can read an excerpt from the book and enter to win!!
Published by: Harper Voyager
To Be Released on: September 16th, 2014
Book Blurb
An extremely fun and very commercial fantasy debut, in the bestselling vein of Trudi Canavan and Gail Carriger. THE CLOCKWORK DAGGER is an enchanting fantasy debut about a young healer with incredible powers setting off on her first mission, when a series of strange occurrences (including murder) rock the airship she is traveling on. But the dashingly attractive steward may be one of the infamous Clockwork Dagger assassins, her cabin-mate hides secrets, and the conspiracy may reach the crown itself.
Praise for The Clockwork Dagger
“The Clockwork Dagger was just what I needed: A steampunk adventure with an uncommon heroine, a fascinating magic system, and a young gremlin! I’m hooked and can’t wait for more Octavia and Leaf!”
—New York Times bestselling author Kevin Hearne
Read An Excerpt
Most of the lights in the promenade had been shut off. A few lamps swayed in the center of the room, casting soft and subtle illumination; dim glowstones embedded in the tiles added to the effect.
"I thought you said it'd be busy in here?" Her heart beat a little faster.
"On some trips, most every passenger comes to view the Road. Other times, none at all. Here. The library will offer the best view."
I'm alone with him, but I've been alone with him several times already, even in my own berthing. He's a gentleman.
Mr. Garret worked the latches and slid a window open. A gust of cold air caused her to gasp, her skirt lapping against her thighs. She smoothed her wayward dress and stepped closer to the window. The 45-degree angle of the opening caused her to gaze into almost complete blackness below. She noted a faint string of road and a distant glimmering light.
"Is that it?" She pointed as she set down her satchel.
He bent down to look. "No, 'tis likely a house amidst the marshes. You will know the Road. The ship will turn to follow its brief length."
"I see. Well, I understand. I don't actually see it yet, of course." I'm yammering like a ninny. I should stop talking.
So close, his sleeve brushed hers and his radiant masculine warmth was bold against the chill of the night. "Tell me, Miss Leander, about the destination of your journey."