From the very beginning I was sucked into this 19th century London. It’s a dark world who’s fog and rain soaked streets are illuminated by gas light. A place where society judges by your station, rather than your heart, and who’s women are commodities to be traded for the best deal that can be arranged. Such was life in the 1800’s, and the author does a fabulous job bringing us back there. As I read, I felt like it was me who walked the streets, jumping at shadows, and ducking to avoid being seen.
Lord Benjamin Archer has station, but that doesn’t stop all of society from staring at the masked man. Wherever he goes he leaves women swooning in fear in his wake. Miranda Ellis’ family on the other hand has been shunned from the same society. And while she also creates a ruckus wherever she goes, it is for entirely different reasons. A chance meeting in a late night alley changes everything for both of these outcasts.
The mysteries in this story are deep and all encompassing, they make you desperate to *know,* right now. This is one of those books that makes you argue with yourself constantly about, maybe, peeking at the last page of the book just to stop the pressure. But, the mysteries pale in comparison to the relationship between Archer and his Miri. While the mystery keeps you wanting to turn pages, the romance makes you want to stay right there and re-read the scene a dozen times. The scenes between them are romantic, hot, and sexy, and tragic all at the same time. It really is an incredible book.
This is book one in a new series called, Darkest London. The good news is that you don’t have to wait a whole year for Moonglow, book 2. There is also, already, a prequel that’s been published called, Ember that fills in the blanks from Firelight. I was given a copy to review and will post as soon as I find five minutes to read it. I have no doubt it’s fantastic.