Back when I was more easily shamed by haters, I almost recommended this book to about forty different people but stopped when they’d say “What’s it about?” and I’ve have to respond “It’s a steampunk paranormal romance!”
Now that I am way cooler and less giving of fucks to those who don’t deserve them, I have no qualms whatsoever about recommending Soulless to everybody. Even you, haters. Shut up and read it.
Alexia Tarrabotti, the heroine, is a smart and exotically sexy Victorian woman who is always outfitted in the best clothing descriptions since Claudia Kishi (seriously). She’s also a bluestocking (sciencey Victorian person), a term that I had never heard until Gail Carriger taught it to me. The hero is Lord Conall Maccon, a Scottish Alpha werewolf.
Let’s repeat that. Scottish. Alpha. Werewolf. If that description doesn’t melt your butter already, then I don’t know why we’re friends.
There is not a whole lot of straight-up sexxxings in this book, but the few scenes are more than worth the ride. Also, the secondary characters are fucking dynamite. For example, Alexia’s two BFFs are a foppish vampire who calls her things like “My divine crumpet” and Ivy Hissellpenny, the owner of many horrible hats.
The writing is super clever and often hilarious, and the steampunk adventure scenes are just as much fun as the romance. There’s mystery, intrigue, and a lot of other vague nouns.
You will love this book. The best part? It’s a series.