I always wanted to write a steampunk romance novel.
“Wait,” she said, as he removed her steam-powered laser rifle and deactivated her localized defense system, “I don’t know if this is right.”
“Don’t worry,” he purred, coupling their out of phase power systems.
The tingle of the different frequencies always excitied them both.
A tale of forbidden networking, current that could not be restrained, and a laser-guided love that would blow them both away. Don’t miss Steam Love, coming to a dime-store shelf near you!
