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Bonnie Dee | The Story Behind Like Clockwork
Author Guest / December 14, 2010

LIKE CLOCKWORK, a novel containing murder, mayhem, espionage, inventions, romance and steam. The term steampunk is a wide umbrella these days that encompasses many types of stories. Some lean more toward the paranormal, others toward alternate history with gadgetry. The elements that seem to be essential to classifying a story as steampunk are a sense of Victorian style, make-believe inventions based on steam power and intricate gadgets with a lot of moving pieces. At least that’s my interpretation. There are plenty of articles out there which are more in depth about what defines steampunk. When I decided to try to tackle the genre, I wanted to focus on how an amazing new invention could wreak havoc on society by eliminating jobs and causing an even greater schism between the classes. I came up with the idea of mechanical clockwork people taking the place of the laboring class. One of my favorite romance themes is a couple overcoming social barriers. The idea of a radical extremist kidnapping a scientist to draw attention to his cause was born. In order for this romance, which begins with a kidnapping, to be believable I knew Victoria Waters would have to be a very special…

Fresh Pick | THE STRAW MAN by Bonnie Dee
Fresh Pick / October 7, 2010

October 2010 On Sale: October 4, 2010 ISBN: 1595787119 EAN: 9781595787118 e-Book (reprint) $3.99 Add to Wish List Romance Paranormal, Romance Erotica Sensual Buy at This one is a good one to get you in the mood for Halloween!! The Straw Man by Bonnie Dee A lonely woman imagines the perfect man and accidentally conjures him into being on All Hallows Eve. For a single night she has the lover of her dreams, but a night isn’t nearly enough. Can she find a way to turn her fantasy man back to flesh and blood? Excerpt “Happy Halloween! Beware of bats tonight, children. They might scoop you up and carry you away.” Marie cackled like a crone and squinted her eyes frighteningly as she grinned at the Weiderman twins. She wiggled her toes in her tight shoes, glancing down at the black leather points that clamped them into unnatural positions. Her feet were killing her and her long, black witch’s dress was broiling hot on this sunny afternoon. “Thank Granny Goodwitch for the pumpkins, kids.” Don Weiderman nudged his awestruck six-year-olds. Kevin’s mouth snapped shut and he ducked behind his dad, while his braver sister, Lydia, dutifully whispered, “Thank you,…