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Asher's Invention

By: Coleen Kwan | Other books by Coleen Kwan
Published By: Carina Press
Published: Jun 25, 2012
ISBN # 9781426893988
Word Count: 29,000
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Categories: Fiction Romance>Sci-Fi


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Five years ago, Asher Quigley broke his engagement to Minerva Lambkin, believing she was an accomplice in a scheme to steal his prototype for a wondrous device. Minerva swore she was innocent, though the thief--and Asher's mentor--was her own father.

Now, sheer desperation has driven Minerva to Asher's door. Her father has been kidnapped by investors furious that he's never been able to make the machine work. Only Asher, now a rich and famous inventor in his own right, can replicate the device. He's also become a hard, distant stranger far different from the young idealist she once loved.

Despite their troubled past, Asher agrees to help Minerva. He still harbors his suspicions about her, but their reunion stirs emotions and desires they both thought were buried forever. Can they rebuild their fragile relationship in time to save her father and their future together?

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England, 1870s

Never in her worst imaginings had she thought it would come to this. Minerva tilted back the drooping feather of her hat and wiped a raindrop from her nose. All day the rain had been unrelenting. The draughty third-class train carriage had rattled and jolted all the way down from Manchester. She couldn't afford a hansom cab from the station, so she had walked, and now she shivered on the porch of a fashionable Kensington villa, waiting for her door knock to be answered. Mizzle and murkiness surrounded her. A chill had settled deep in her bones. A chill that had started days ago. Raising her gloved hand to knock once more, she started back as the door silently swung open. A tall, cadaverous manservant peered out at her.

Minerva drew herself upright, conscious of her unprepossessing appearance. "Is Mr. Quigley at home?"

The servant assessed her in a blink of an eye, pausing only a fraction before granting her entry. "Who shall I say is calling?" he asked as he led her into the front parlor.

"Tell him it's Miss Lambkin. Miss Minerva Lambkin." She had debated the wisdom of giving her real name--more than likely Asher would refuse to see her at all--but she would not resort to pretense. Either he would see her or he would not. If he did not...

The man retreated and left her alone in the warm parlor. With a sigh, she set down her carpetbag, took off her sodden cloak and drew closer to the crackling fire. As she peeled off her damp gloves and rubbed her hands, she surveyed the graciously furnished room, her curiosity mingling with a feeling of suspense. She noted the walls hung with striped silk, the black walnut settees richly upholstered in rose damask, the fireplace carved from the finest Italian marble. Asher Quigley was no stranger to wealth these days.

The door swung open, accompanied by a whirring noise. Minerva straightened in surprise as a large mechanical dog entered the room. Its multi-jointed body was made of polished brass joined together by hundreds of minute rivets. It had ruby eyes, copper claws and a small, articulated tail. She'd seen automaton animals before, but never one so detailed. The dog lifted its head and approached her, then stopped. Its red eyes glowed as it crouched and bared steel fangs at her.

More intrigued than afraid, Minerva inched closer. A menacing growl rumbled out of the dog's mouth.

"Cerberus! Sit." A man she recognized all too clearly strode into the room.

Her nerves seized. She lurched upright, knocking her hat askew. Hotly aware of her bedraggled state, she pushed the damp feathers away from her face. This was not how she wished to meet Asher Quigley again. In fact, she'd wished never to meet him again. Only desperation had driven her to his doorstep.

He seemed equally displeased at making her reacquaintance. He stopped and held himself some distance away, his expression stiff and unwelcoming, as if she were a proselytizer about to press a pamphlet on him.

Reader Reviews (1)
Submitted By: bektold on Jan 22, 2014
I enjoyed this one, even with a silly mistake in the text. (After an explosion the same character is described as being "supine", ie: on his back, and facedown in the same paragraph.) But the end was dumb and wrecked the story for me. Chop off the last few pages and this would have been at least a three star read for me.

Asher's Invention

By: Coleen Kwan