Turnbull House by Jess Faraday
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by Jess Faraday
London 1891. Former criminal Ira Adler has built a respectable, if dull, life for himself as a confidential secretary. He even sits on the board of a youth shelter. When the shelter’s landlord threatens to sell the building out from under them, Ira turns to his ex-lover, crime lord Cain Goddard, for a loan. But the loan comes with strings, and before he knows it, Ira is tangled up in them and tumbling back into the life of crime he worked so hard to escape. Two old flames come back into Ira’s life, along with a new young man who reminds Ira of his former self. Will Ira hold fast to his principles, or will he succumb to the temptations of easy riches and lost pleasures?
The book was a gift from the author and Paranormal Romance & Authors That Rock for an honest review
I will start by saying that this book was not something I normally read. That being said I don’t think there was anything wrong with the book just that it wasn’t by cup of tea. As with any review this just my opinion on the book.
This book is about Ira, he used to sell his arse on the streets of white chapel for 6 pence. Until he met a wealthy man who took him in. He taught Ira to read and write. He taught him how to be a proper secretary. He also was Ira’s lover. After some time Ira decides to leave. The story starts 2 years after Ira leaves this man, Cain. He helps and at a charity house that helps children get out of the flesh trade and learn skills such as reading and writing that will help them find others ways to earn an income. The lease on the house they use is going to be bought by someone else and they won’t have a place for the children to live in anymore. Ira goes to Cain for a loan which of course leads to other things. In order to get the loan Ira must promise to come up with a way for the house to start bringing in some kind of income. Not only to pay back the loan but so that they aren’t so dependent upon donations in the future. The children decide to be message runners.
I liked the book well enough to continue reading it but I wouldn’t be in a hurry to read the next book if it turned out to be series. I was well written. I just didn’t personally pull me in.
“So,” Goddard said, taking a long sip from his glass. “You never told me why you decided to contact me after all this time.”
“Well…” As I searched for the right words, he quietly set his drink on the polished wood floor. “It’s funny you should—”
The kiss came as such a surprise that I scrambled backward across the divan and almost tumbled over its rounded arm. Whiskey sloshed over the rim of my glass, splashing silently onto the Chinese rug. What remained I belted back in one go before setting the glass on the floor and wiping my shaking fingers on my trousers.
It wasn’t that I was averse to the idea of kissing him, but I really hadn’t expected it. In fact, if I’d seen him start toward me in the first place—he was remarkably quick for a man in his mid-forties—I’d have assumed he was going for my throat.
Goddard chuckled under his breath. “Sorry. Did I startle you?”
“You might say that.”
I was also taken aback by the presumption. I had always liked it when he took control, and the hard, whiskey-flavored slickness of his mouth had left me aroused. All the same, I was no longer his plaything. Part of me felt as if he should have at least asked permission.
I forgot my objections when he leaned in a second time, slowly, and cupped my face in his smooth, muscular hands. Now that I was expecting it, the kiss felt like coming home after a long, unpleasant journey. For just a moment, all of my troubles dissolved, and nothing existed except his fingers in my hair, the traces of his jasmine and bergamot cologne, and the smooth, familiar contours of his mouth.
And then as suddenly as he had moved in, Goddard pulled back, leaving me confused, disappointed, and blinking in the gaslight and shadow.
“Why did you come, Ira?”
“To ask you for money,” I said.
I know. I know. But every drop of blood in my head had surged to my cock, and I found myself incapable of the higher functioning required for either diplomacy or deceit.
Perhaps that had been the idea.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Jess Faraday is the author of the Ira Adler mysteries and the standalone steampunk thriller The Left Hand of Justice. She also moonlights as the mystery editor for Elm Books.
Jess will be awarding a two-book set (paperback) of Turnbull House and its predecessor, The Affair of the Porcelain Dog to a randomly drawn commenter between this tour and the NBtM Book Tour, here.