Zoe Archer - [Ether Chronicles 03] (32 page)

“You certain you can stand?”

Her look said she wouldn’t be argued with. So he carefully assisted her to her feet. And together, they went slowly down into the hold, where, true to Mayhew’s word, crates and crates of TNT were stacked. Kali quickly found the wires that led to the detonator, and with a few snips of her pliers, disarmed the explosives.

Fletcher cocked his head, catching a sound. “The
Demeter
is almost here.”

“We should greet her.” Despite Kali’s easy words, she still winced in pain as she moved. He scooped her up in his arms, and carried her topside.

They both watched the approach of the
Demeter
, a sleek form that glided trimly through the sky. As they did, she murmured, “I keep waiting for it, now that everything’s over.”

“Waiting for what?”

“The fear. The whole time I was terrified, but kept putting my fear in a little box, telling myself that I’d let myself feel it when the fight was done. I thought for certain I’d be a trembling, crying disaster by this point.” She shook her head. “No shaking. No sobbing. I’m just . . .” She looked out at the mountains plunging into the water. “I’m relieved. And so bloody glad that we both survived.” Her gaze turned back to him. “I didn’t want to imagine life without you.”

They’d come so far, the two of them. Changed so much from the two wounded, isolated creatures they had been.

“It wouldn’t be a life if you weren’t in it.” He dragged in a breath, and took the biggest risk of his life. “I love you.”

There was a moment. A long, terrifying moment. Where she said and did nothing.

And then—

Her answer was to pull his head down for a hungry kiss.

“I love you,” she gasped when they finally broke apart. “So much that I think I might die of it.”

“No, sweet.” He brushed his lips back and forth across her forehead, marveling that such a woman—such a gift—could be his. “It’s love that gives us life.”

E
PILOGUE

New Liverpool.

“T
he line for the ether tramway will run this way,” Kali said, pointing to the plans on her desk. “From the outer suburbs to the main marketplace.”

The young clerk standing beside her nodded. “Everyone can have access to fresh food and the goods right off the ships.”

“You’re a quick study, Miss Roth.”

Despite her attempt to maintain a professional demeanor, the girl reddened. “It’s not so difficult with the right teacher, Mrs. MacNeil-Adams.”

Now it was Kali’s turn to fight a blush. She ought to be more dignified, but she couldn’t help the rush of gratification that came from helping other young women become better engineers. Her own engineering firm employed an even mix of men and women, and every day she received letters from people around the world, eager for work. And there was much work to do in the rebuilding of Liverpool.

Nine months into the job, and there was still so far to go.

“Now take our designs for the tram to the City Planning office,” she instructed Miss Roth. “We’ll need them to sign off on the design before we can proceed with the construction.”

“Of course they’ll approve it. We’re the best engineering firm in the city.” The girl turned red again at her boldness, but instead of scolding her, Kali only smiled.

“From City Planning, you can head back to the main office,” Kali said.

“Yes, ma’am.” The clerk stopped on her way out to give Four a little pat. The rat gnawed gently on Miss Roth’s finger, then went back to climbing up and down the series of tiny ladders mounted to the wall of Kali’s field office. Miss Roth murmured a final goodbye before quitting the gently swaying room.

Kali looked out the window and waited until she saw the jolly boat glide away from the
Persephone II
, Miss Roth sitting on one of the small vessel’s benches and holding tight to the portfolio of designs.

After the clerk had gone, Kali returned to examining her design for the electrical streetlamps, powered by efficient tetrol-fueled generators. Even the low-income districts would have enough light to keep their streets safe and bright. Herein lay one of the advantages of starting a city from scratch: the ability to create a place that benefited everyone.

She almost jumped from her chair when she felt a warm pair of lips against the back of her neck. Lips that were surrounded by a silky beard.

Spinning around, she looked up into the smiling face of her husband. “How do you always manage to sneak up on me?” she demanded playfully.

“Because when you’re working, you wouldn’t notice a steam-powered elephant trundling through here,” Fletcher answered. “And you’re always working.”

She stood and smoothed her hands over the front of his uniform jacket. Every day she saw him in the crisp blue wool and brass buckles, and every day it made her pulse speed. Although, her heart wasn’t steady when she saw him
out
of his uniform, either. “Not always,” she murmured.

His gaze heated. “No spouse dare ask for more.”

“While I have you here,” she said, “how are those new crane mounts working out?”

“Top-notch,” he answered. “But I’d expect nothing less from your designs.”

While the
Persephone II
had been built new, she’d been modified from her original warship design to a vessel equipped for creation, not destruction. There were some weapons on the ship, but her decks were more likely to carry lumber and bricks than cannon shot and ether rifles. She was the only ship in the fleet with a flat hull. It helped in her service of rebuilding Liverpool. For Kali, it meant that the
Persephone
she and Fletcher had built lived on.

“I’m glad to see you,” she said, “but aren’t you supposed to be commanding your crew like the rest of the Engineering Corps captains?” She nodded toward her window, which showed a view of the rest of the sky, and the naval airships hovering over the city. The ships had been engaged in the rebuilding of the city, outfitted like the
Persephone II
with cranes and hoists so that they could perform construction tasks that other machines could not. When Kali wasn’t in her field office on the ship and back on the ground at the main offices, she kept a telescope beside her other desk so she could watch her husband’s work.

“We’ve got a skeleton crew. I decided to give my men the afternoon off.” He slid his hands around her waist.

She checked to make sure the door was closed. “That’s generous of you.”

“Not especially. It was this morning that I realized something. A year ago today a boat sailed up to a tiny island. It left behind what I thought was going to be the ruination of my solitude.”

She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten the date. But he had remembered, and warmth cascaded through her. “It certainly was ruined.”

“Ended, yes,” he corrected. “Ruined, no.”

Lacing her fingers behind his neck, she said, “We were refugees, from the rubble of our old selves. But we helped rebuild each other.”

“I couldn’t have asked for a better engineer,” he murmured.

“Nor I a better captain. Because here we are, whole again.”

“And home. You’re my home, Kali. My home, and my heart.”

“Fletcher?”

“Yes, love?”

“Is the door locked?”

He gave her one of his unhurried, smoldering smiles. “Locked it on my way in.”

Perhaps it wasn’t the most professional behavior to make love with one’s husband in one’s field office flying high above the city, but Kali didn’t care. All that mattered was the man in her arms, the man who set her atop her desk and kissed her as if she was the source of all his happiness. She knew his touch, the feel of his skin. More than the physical aspect of him, she knew the rugged beauty of his soul. Just as he knew her.

Right before she closed her eyes and lost herself in his caresses, she saw the room fill with light. The sun broke through the clouds, turning everything to gold.

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NIGHTS OF STEEL

By Nico Rosso

B
ounty hunter Anna Blue always finds her fugitive. But her latest mission is filled with mystery—a high price for an eccentric inventor. A twisted trail. And a man tracking her every step. Her biggest competitor in the Western territories, Jack Hawkins, is also hunting the bounty. Two of the best at what they do, neither is willing to back off.

When a rogue Man O’ War flies his airship out of the coastal fog, guns blazing, Anna and Jack are forced to team up, or die. But it isn’t the danger that has them ready to flare like gunpowder. For years they’d circled around each other, but never said a word, thinking their interest was just rivalry. Deeper, though, a hot passion draws them together. Fighters and outsiders, they never thought they’d find a kindred soul. Can they survive this mission long enough to track the most elusive fugitive—their hearts?

SKIES OF STEEL

By Zoë Archer

The prim professor

D
aphne Carlisle may be a scholar, but she’s far more comfortable out in the field than lost in a stack of books. Still, when her parents are kidnapped by a notorious warlord, she knows she’ll need more than her quick thinking if she is to reach them in time. Daphne’s only hope to get across enemy territory is an airship powered and navigated by Mikhail Denisov, a rogue Man O’ War who is as seductive as he is untrustworthy.

The jaded mercenary

M
ikhail will do anything for the right price, and he’s certain he has this mission and Daphne figured out: a simple job and a beautiful but sheltered Englishwoman. But as they traverse the skies above the Mediterranean and Arabia, Mikhail learns the fight ahead is anything but simple, and his lovely passenger is not entirely what she seems. The only thing Mikhail is certain of is their shared desire—both unexpected, and dangerous.

NIGHT OF FIRE

By Nico Rosso

Night of fire, night of passion

U
S Army Upland Ranger Tom Knox always knew going home wouldn’t be easy. Three years ago, he skipped town leaving behind the one woman who ever mattered; now that he’s seen the front lines of war, he’s ready to do what he must to win her back.

Rosa Campos is long past wasting tears on Tom Knox, and now that she’s sheriff of Thornville she has more than enough to do. Especially when a three-story rock-eating mining machine barrels toward the town she’s sworn to protect.

Tom’s the last person Rosa expects to see riding to her aid on his ether-borne mechanical horse. She may not be ready to forgive, but Rosa can’t deny that having him at her side brings back blissful memories . . . even as it reignites a flame more dangerous than the enemy threatening to destroy them both.

SKIES OF FIRE

By Zoë Archer

Man made of metal and flesh

C
aptain Christopher Redmond has just one weakness: the alluring spy who loved and left him years before . . . when he was still just a man. Now superhuman, a Man O’ War, made as part of the British Navy’s weapons program, his responsibility is to protect the skies of Europe. If only he could forget Louisa Shaw.

A most inconvenient desire

L
ouisa, a British Naval Intelligence Agent, has never left a job undone. But when her assignment is compromised, the one man who can help her complete her mission is also the only man ever to tempt her body and heart. As burning skies loom and passion ignites, Louisa and Christopher must slip behind enemy lines if they are to deliver a devastating strike against their foe . . . and still get out alive.

A
BOUT
THE
A
UTHOR

ZOË ARCHER is a RITA Award-nominated author who writes romance novels chock-full of adventure, sexy men, and women who make no apologies about kicking ass. Her books include The Hellraisers paranormal historical series and the acclaimed Blades of the Rose paranormal historical adventure series. She enjoys baking, tweeting about boots, and listening to music from the ’80s. Zoë and her husband, fellow romance author Nico Rosso, live in Los Angeles.

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atthias gazed up the lattice to his balcony. As youngsters, he and his cousin had used the lattice to sneak out at night and go fishing. Of course the doors had not been bolted back then, but climbing down the lattice had seemed more exciting.