I’m excited to participate in today’s Bewitching Book Tour of The Moonstone and Miss Jones, a book that I’ve just finished reading and I adored it. This was a wonderful follow-up to the first book in the Paranormal Investigator series, The Seduction of Phaeton Black. Stone introduced exciting new characters and took the series to a new level with the further sweetly sexy development of the relationship between Phaeton and America.
Please welcome Jillian to the blog as she interviews the devilish Phaeton Black. And don’t forget to enter the giveaway at the bottom of the post!
TITLE: The Moonstone and Miss Jones
SERIES: Paranormal Investigator #2
AUTHOR: Jillian Stone
PUBLISHER: Kensington Brava
PUBLICATION DATE: September 25, 2012
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A master of paranormal deduction—and paramour seduction—Phaeton Black has a knack for bumping into things that go bump in the night, from ghoulies and ghosties to long-leggedy beauties…
Mooning For The Moonstone
Barely escaping the clutches of a succulent succubus, Phaeton Black returns to London only to get sucked into another unearthly scheme. Professor Lovecraft has been tinkering with the secrets of life and death, replacing body parts with the latest mechanical marvels. To succeed, he needs to tap the power of the fabled Moonstone—and he needs Phaeton’s help. Of course, Phaeton would prefer to investigate the more interesting body parts of Miss America Jones. Perhaps, bringing his lady friend along for the ride won’t be to too much trouble…
Shanghaied In Shanghai
The bewilderingly beautiful and bountifully gifted daughter of a Cajun witch, Miss Jones is always up for an adventure, especially with Mr. Black as her traveling companion. But when Phaeton is mysteriously shanghaied in Shanghai, America thinks he’s run out on her. Stranded in the Orient—and steaming mad—she’s prepared to look under every stone for the missing detective. The case has put them both in the most compromising positions, but this time, Miss Jones is on top and Mr. Black is at the bottom…of a truly infernal plot.
An interview with Phaeton Black, Paranormal Investigator about the just released, The Moonstone and Miss Jones.
Jillian: “How would you describe the paranormal side of the plot in The Moonstone and Miss Jones?”
Phaeton: “Ah yes, Phaeton and America part deux: a tale of two Londons. Where do I begin? Upon our return to London, America Jones and I quickly discover that an alternate future London is sucking the bloody life out of the dank, sooty metropolis of 1889––the city I know and love. For lack of a better name, we begin to refer to this parallel London as the Outremer––admittedly a rather hasty use of the French word meaning ‘distant lands beyond the sea.’ But then, when one is on the run from Skeezicks, Reapers and other strange dregs––what’s a paranormal investigator to do, but choose an overly romantic name for such an odd phenomena?”
Jillian: “A number of new characters, like the Nightshades, help you battle the strange Outremer creatures. And there are still others from the alternate London who claim to be––well, who knows if they are friend or foe? All of them are interested in one thing, and one thing alone…”
Phaeton: “The Moonstone. As I said, we’re under attack by these strange creatures who plague 1889 London, and, well, I suppose there’s no other way to explain it, but things appear to be unraveling––on both sides. With the help from the Nightshades, Miss Jones and I venture into the alternate London to extract the Moonstone and close the rabbit hole between the two worlds. Plot-wise, this is all I will reveal, and suffice it to say, Miss Jones and I have our own issues to work out, as well. The series reader has a new flock of characters to get to know and dare I say––the story continues well beyond The Moonstone and Miss Jones…”
Jillian: “What exactly are these issues you and America Jones have to work out?”
Phaeton: “I will reveal this much: we take turns being angry at one another, which keeps the sex lively. An RT reviewer’s warning: SCORCHER. The story picks up a few months after The Seduction of Phaeton Black. If you recall, America and I sail off into the sunset happily ever after––or at least happy for now. Then, in The Moonstone and Miss Jones I am quite rudely shanghaied in Shanghai. America, rightly or wrongly, believes I abandoned ship and chases me back to London. Needless to say, the moment she catches up to me, we become entangled in a nefarious plot by powerful Outremer moguls of industry to recover the Moonstone. Of course there is only one person in all of 1889 London who can unleash the Moonstone’s energy and save both worlds.”
Jillian: “And who might that be, the author asks with a grin?”
Phaeton: “Who do you think? The hero answers with a wink.”
Excerpt from The Moonstone and Miss Jones
Strange and amusing things happen when Phaeton ventures into the alternate, future London. I couldn’t resist the idea of dropping him into a modern day lingerie boutique and have him purchase the briefest of brief ladies unmentionables!
Phaeton entered Hanway Yard and checked his surroundings. Even though the uneven pavers were enough to trip a person up, gaslights had been replaced by electric lamp posts, and shop windows blazed with light. He had definitely crossed over into a parallel London and it was nearly dark. Phaeton strolled past chic boutique windows with smart looking togs on display and racks of clothing for sale inside. The future—if indeed this was the future, appeared ready-to-wear.
He stopped short near Tottenham Court Road, mesmerized by a shop window filled with ladies unmentionables. The delicate underthings lay scattered about in front of large photographs of statuesque women, nearly all of them nude, except for a tiny string, running between their buttock cheeks.
Christ, he was instantly hard as a stone.
The fragile, lace pantalettes on display came in every shade of pastel, cream and black. Tiny pieces of cloth and string––and all he could think about was how they might look on America.
One of the life-size women in the photographs looked over her shoulder. She cupped bare breasts with her hands––like there was something to be modest about when a lady’s buttocks were jiggling in the breeze? Still, he enjoyed a quick fantasy.
Phaeton scanned the yard behind him and entered the shop. A pert young woman with bobbed hair popped up from behind a pink and white striped counter. She looked him up and down. “Love your costume––going to the Anti-Christ?”
“The nightclub in Whitechapel? Steampunk theme night?
A bit slack jawed, he nodded. “Right.”
She pointed to the goggles around his neck. “Nice touch.”
Phaeton cleared his throat. “Might I inquire about the cream colored lingerie in the window?”
“Oh!” The shop girl gasped. “One of my favorites––did you notice the strategically placed little rhinestone? Adorable!” The enthusiastic young woman opened a shallow drawer in a display cabinet. “We have them in every color!”
Phaeton picked out the cream with the rhinestone, a violet lace little nothing and something in transparent black with a velvet bow at each hip.
“Is this a gift? Wife or girlfriend?”
Phaeton noted a flash of pale light out in the yard. No doubt his comrades were arriving. “More of a gift for me, actually.” He picked up the delicate underthings and stuffed them in his pocket. “How much?”
“Thirty-one and six.” When he stared, she added: “Including VAT.”
Luckily, he still had a money clip full of his gambling winnings. He counted out nearly as half year’s rent.
“Phaeton––we’ve been looking all over for you.” Jersey swept through the doorway goggles resting on top of his head, his cloak swept back off his shoulders, looking for all the world, like the adventurer he was. The shop girl’s mouth dropped open as her gaze moved from Jersey to Cutter, who also stood in the door way, whirring and rasping. “I could call a few friends…meet up with you blokes later in Whitechapel?”
Phaeton stepped away. “We’re off to a…masquerade party. Perhaps later, love.”
“After hours, then.” She winked.
They joined Ping and Lovecraft outside. “Shopping, Phaeton?” Despite the annoyed look, the professor stole another glance at the display window. They all did. Phaeton deciphered the sign above the pink striped awning and snorted. “Of course the queen would want to keep this shop a secret.”