The wait is over! The Journeyman’s Trial,
Book 2 of Lisabet Sarai’s steam punk erotica saga The Toymaker’s Guild, is
available now at all your favorite book stores. Funny, suspenseful, romantic
and outrageously sexy!
If she builds it,
will they come?
Technically brilliant and thoroughly
wanton, Gillian Smith has found her vocation: designing innovative erotic
devices for the Toymakers Guild. Lust is a lubricant to creativity at Randerley
Hall. But what happens when two Toymakers fall in love?
The Guild’s tribe of talented, uninhibited
engineers has embraced Gillian as one of their own. Edward Thorne, the perverse
genius who founded the Guild, undertakes to
train her in the skills she’ll need as a journeyman, from practical
mind-reading to transcendental orgasms.
As Gillian labours to impress the charismatic Master,
her enigmatic fellow journeyman Rafe both entices and frustrates her. Their
passion seems to go beyond mere appetite, but in Randerley’s promiscuous and
permissive environment, does love make any sense?
When the Toymakers receive a commission to equip
London’s most exclusive brothel with the latest sexual technology, Gillian has
the chance to demonstrate her formidable abilities as well as to help Rafe
exorcise the demons of his past. She doesn’t realize she’ll be forced to choose
between Rafe and her future in the Guild.
If you like intelligent, lusty women and
kinky steam punk sex toys, pick up a copy of The Journeyman’s Trial.
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Rave Reviews for
The Toymakers Guild Book 1
are many more plot points, but I don't want to spoil your enjoyment of this
book. It has varied and steamy sex scenes that will take your breath away, a
plucky heroine who doesn't always come out on top (ahem), but who always
prevails in her quest to be accepted as a Toymaker. ~ Fiona McGier, Goodreads
With thoughtfully written characters, hot
sex scenes, and a well-paced and interesting plot, the Toymaker's Apprentice
leaves you asking only one question....when is the next book in the series
coming out? ~ The Phantom Tollbooth, Amazon
[A] fast paced, hilarious, and thoroughly
entertaining story as Gillian gets intimate with the staff and technology, only
to find that there is a plot against the Guild that she takes on to save the
day. I can’t wait to read what happens in the next book! ~ Arthur Royo,
at Randerley was a more sedate affair than Gillian had expected, partly because
the Master had invited the entire household. As the apprentices and journeymen
gathered around the gaily decked tree on Christmas morning, they were joined by
Henderson the butler, Mrs Jones from the kitchen, her scullery boy Jim, Pete
Murphy, and a compactly built young woman with a crown of ash-blond braids,
wearing a grey uniform with a white collar and apron. Gillian had assumed that
the steam-powered robots that hurtled up and down Randerley’s corridors handled
all the cleaning, but perhaps this girl was responsible for the more
complicated aspects of domestic management.
Master, with his characteristic discernment, noticed Gillian’s curiosity. He
gestured at the young and rather pretty stranger. “I gather you’ve not met
Emily. She joined us a few weeks ago.”
Gillian had spent the bulk of her time over the last month working in the
laboratory, her failure to notice the new maid was not that surprising. She
gave the young woman a warm smile. “I’m pleased to meet you, Emily. I’m Gillian
Emily’s eyes focused intently on Gillian’s
face. After a short pause, she nodded and returned the smile, but not the
greeting. Gillian glanced at the Master.
comes from a village west of here,” he commented. “A childhood fever left her
unable to hear, and she’s quite reluctant to speak. However, she can understand
what we say by reading our lips.”
deaf-mute servant! That was certainly convenient for protecting Randerley’s
secrets! Gillian’s initial sympathy for the maid quickly transformed into
admiration as the girl circulated among the Guild and household members with a
tray of eggnog. Emily moved with quiet grace, a self-assured presence that made
her a delight to watch. Very likely she knew that she was fortunate to have
found work here. Gillian did not doubt that the Master paid her generously.
sidled up and slipped an arm around Gillian’s waist, distracting her from
Emily’s trim figure. He planted a quick, nutmeg-flavoured kiss on her lips, but
somewhat to Gillian’s regret did not take further liberties. More quickly than
she would have liked, he released her. Slipping his hand into his trousers
pocket, he extracted a box about three inches long and half as deep, wrapped in
brown paper and tied with green twine.
her the diminutive parcel. “Happy Christmas to you, Jill.”
That’s very sweet of you, but really, you should not have gone to the
trouble.” Guilty embarrassment made her
blush. In fact, she’d been so focused on her work that the question of
Christmas gifts had never even entered her mind.
shifted the package from one hand to the other. It was unexpectedly heavy. What
could it be? She hoped he hadn’t spent a lot of money on her. Thankfully, the
box was the wrong shape for a ring. Last night she’d told him she loved him.
The declaration had been sincere, but still, she couldn’t possibly accept a
ring as a gift, given the implications.
glanced around the drawing room. Everyone seemed engrossed in their own
conversations, sipping their eggnog and nibbling the gingerbread fingers Mrs.
Jones had provided. The Master sat on the chaise near the tree, Amelia at his
right hand and Roderick on the left. Both of them half-turned toward him as if
to catch some words of wisdom. Jia was ensconced in one of the wingback chairs
by the fire, with Ian perched on one arm, Tug on the other, and Archie on the
ottoman by her feet. Lucy gestured dramatically as she related some funny story
to Pete Murphy and Emily. The groundskeeper chuckled, while the tidy little
maid nodded and smiled.
No one was
paying any heed to her and Rafe.
touch of trepidation, she pulled on the end of the twine. The bow came loose
and the paper unfolded, revealing a box of unvarnished wood. She turned it over
several times, as Rafe grinned. “What is it?” she asked finally.
front panel,” he told her. Sure enough, there was a barely visible depression
near the bottom edge on one side. She centred her thumb in the dent and pushed
away from her. The thin wooden sheet slid upward along a pair of grooves.
Nestled in the soft red wool lining was a miniature hourglass.
extracted the instrument and cradled it in her palm, a bit puzzled. “It’s
lovely,” she told him. The sand inside was white as the snow outside. “Thank
“I made it
especially for you. Blew the glass and brazed the enclosure.”
it? Oh my!” She examined the item with more care, noting a few minor
imperfections that marked it as handmade. A comfortable warmth settled in her
chest and her residual guilt evaporated. “Your versatility continues to amaze
me, Rafe. But why?”
to give you a Christmas gift.”
mean, why an hourglass?”
artefact from her, he turned it on its end and placed it on a nearby occasional
table. Sand flowed smoothly from the top orb to the bottom through the narrow
waist. “To continue your lessons in patience,” he told her, arching an eyebrow.
“For instance, I won’t touch you again until all the sand has collected in the
burst into laughter. “That’s hardly a lesson,” she countered. “I doubt it will
take more than a minute to empty the top chamber.”
that depends.” He lifted the device, fiddled with a tiny thumbscrew between the
two globes, then set it down again. The flow of sand slowed to the point that
it was almost imperceptible. “Now what do you think?” he asked. “Can you wait
until the sand runs out?”
gazed into his dark eyes, full of love and challenge. “You rogue!” She licked
her lips. “Can you?”
yearned to grab him, despite their very public situation. She wanted to drag
his mouth to hers and run her hands along his muscled back, down to his firm
buttocks. He could tease her, could pretend he’d mastered his own lust, but now
she knew better.
About the Author
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest,
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