Devices Brightly Shining—update

This has been quite the exercise, and has taught me that no matter how rigorous one’s QA process might be, it can never be rigorous enough!

For Amazon Kindle readers, Amazon is going to send you all a note saying that the book has been updated, and to please download the fresh copy using your Kindle Manager.


For iBooks, Kobo, and Nook readers, I’ve uploaded the fresh file and expect that it will take a day or so to populate on the sites. Once you can “look inside the book” and see the invitation to the ball arriving at Hollys Park, you can re-download the fresh version.

I am so sorry about this. I think I’ll just go back to book 10 now, and lock myself in Ned Mose’s upstairs prison room in Resolution.


Devices Brightly Shining—What happened to chapter 1?

Devices Brightly Shining by Shelley AdinaI have just been informed by a vigilant reader that in her copy of Devices Brightly Shining, chapter one is actually the first chapter of Fields of Air! The first chapter of the Christmas novella should open with Alice and Ian receiving their invitation to the Dunsmuirs’ ball in London, not with Gloria at a ball in the Fifteen Colonies. Gloria comes in the excerpt at the end of the novella.

After I recovered from this dreadful news (and thought things not lawful to be uttered about software and the corruption thereof), I swiftly re-uploaded the book to all the retailers and double-checked that indeed the invitation to the Dunsmuirs’ ball was in the opening pages.

Please, if somehow your copy does not have the correct opening chapter, I beg you to re-download it from your retailer of choice. If the gods smile on me, you will receive the corrected version with no further trouble.

Excuse me while I go hunt up the smelling salts. I am quite done in.


A Lady of Spirit—audiobook available!

A Lady of Spirit by Shelley Adina, performed by Fiona HardinghamOn November 6, the audiobook of book 6, A Lady of Spirit, was released by Blackstone Audio, and is available on lots of retail outlets! I’m delighted that this release includes a bonus track—the song “Neptune’s Maid” that poor dear Claude learned on his epic crawl through the pubs of Penzance. It is performed much more tunefully by the folk duo JR Shanty Co. at the end of the audiobook, on disc six of the set.

Yes, disc! As with book five, these audiobooks are available in CD boxed sets. So convenient for long road trips … or to tuck into a Christmas stocking!

Find yours here, or order them at your local retailer—you might even talk to your library about stocking a set or two. Wouldn’t that be lovely?

Devices Brightly Shining—Release day!

Devices Brightly Shining by Shelley AdinaRelease day is always an adventure. Did I spell everything right in the listing? Did everything load? Will the server farms go down and black out the East Coast? And most important—will readers like a Christmas novella?

I’m out East at the moment, at the Steampunk UnLimited event in Strasburg, Pennsylvania (come join us!), so I know the blackout didn’t happen. And everything is spelled right. Best of all, readers seem to like my little steampunk sugarplum for 99 cents! There were nearly 900 preorders on Amazon, and it hit #10 on the Amazon steampunk list on day one. And for the first time, I hit the Top 100 in Science Fiction & Fantasy on iBooks, coming in at #43—a most respectable showing!

So not only is it Lady Claire’s birthday—reason enough to indulge in cake for tea, even if it isn’t orange chiffon—but it’s a wonderful release day. And I owe it all to you, the flock. Thank you!

Find your copy for only 99 cents here:


Devices Brightly Shining—Excerpt

Only a week to go before the release of my little steampunk sugarplum, Devices Brightly Shining! Thanks so much to all of you who have preordered it! Now, rather as one would nibble the marzipan off the Christmas fruitcake, here is an excerpt from Chapter 1.

Devices Brightly Shining

Copyright 2015 by Shelley Adina

Chapter 1

The third day of Christmas, 1895

Hollys Park, Somerset

The invitation did not come by pneumatic tube, the usual means of delivery employed by the Royal Mail, but by a personal courier dressed in the Dunsmuir livery, who was piloting a two-piston steam landau of a respectable vintage. He presented the envelope to Alice Chalmers with a flourish, and then puttered away down the long drive of Hollys Park, frightening several quail and three of Ian’s imported French hens out of the drive and under the hedge into the pear orchard.

Alice closed the front door and went into the morning room to open it. The creamy paper was as heavy as satin, the words engraved at no small expense.

Earl and Countess Dunsmuir

request the honor of your presence

at a reception celebrating the recent marriage of

Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Malvern

Hatley House, London

on Twelfth Night at eight o’clock

Evening dress

Captain Ian Hollys called from the hall, “Alice? Are you in here?”

“In the morning room,” she said, and a moment later he joined her.

“I saw a landau as I was crossing the park. Did the invitation come?”

She handed it to him by way of reply, and he scanned the curling, elegant lines. “It doesn’t say whether His Royal Highness the Prince Consort is to attend.”

“We know he is—he told Claire he wanted a wedding dance with her.” The thought of being in the same room with Queen Victoria’s husband was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. He was one of the foremost engineers of the age, and the patron of the Royal Society of Engineers, of which Andrew Malvern was an honored member. So was Claire a member, for that matter, having been inducted the summer just past. In some ways Alice was as comfortable in their company as a foot is in a familiar shoe. But in other, more personal ways, she was not.

The stepdaughters of air pirates simply didn’t converse with princes, though Claire had told her for true that His Highness wished a word with the future Lady Hollys and the co-inventor of the Zeppelin Automaton Intelligence System.

In other words, herself. Somehow that was the strangest thing of all.

Alice’s mind veered away from the contemplation of it, and turned to more familiar, congenial things. “Are you coming out to Swan this morning?” she asked the man she had promised to marry.

Ian was wearing his estate clothes, consisting of a clean but uncollared shirt, tweed pants, and sturdy walking boots. On the lapel of his ancient tweed jacket he had pinned a sprig of holly with a few bright red berries, as a nod to the season. He looked the very picture of a contented country squire—minus the girth and plus the gray-eyed good looks that even now made her pulse speed up.

How was it possible that she was to be his wife? She, mechanic Alice Chalmers, formerly of the Texican Territory, daughter of a desert flower and a spy, to be Lady Hollys at some hazy future date that she had managed so far not to name?

“No,” he said. “If we are to go to London for the reception, I must see my steward and give instructions to have the farming equipment seen to. With this hard frost, the boilers may crack, and that will mean no end of trouble in the spring.”

“So we are going, then,” she said, half hoping he would change his mind and say no. “Even though we just returned from their wedding.”

“Of course we are going.” He left off fussing with his jacket and gazed at her in some surprise. “Claire is your closest friend, is she not? Why would we not go?”

“No reason at all,” Alice said.

Lady Claire Malvern, nee Trevelyan, was the closest thing to a sister Alice had ever known. And she had married the one man on earth whom Alice felt could possibly be worthy of her. They were well matched in intelligence, spirit, and compassion, and Alice had long ago gotten over her brief tendre for that same gentleman in the realization that for him, there was no other woman alive but Claire.

Just as, for some inexplicable reason, there now seemed to be no other woman alive for Ian but herself. Which made her deliriously happy on most days, and utterly frightened on others.

“Then I shall send a note to my sister in Mayfair,” he said briskly, “and tell her to expect us on the third of January.”

Alice’s fingers lost their ability to function and the invitation fluttered to the Aubusson carpet. “I thought we would stay at Carrick House. I always have. Other than Swan, it’s the closest thing I have to a home.”

He smiled and took her shoulders in both hands, pulling her close. “We have been tucked away in the country for long enough, my dear. With the demise of the Venetian assassin, there is no longer any danger to your life. It is time for you to meet my family and take your place in society as my intended. I suspect that in Lady Dunsmuir’s mind, this reception for Claire and Andrew is to function rather as your coming-out in that regard. I must remember to hunt up Mother’s jewelry for you.”

“What if I don’t want to come out?” Alice said a little desperately. “What if I want to stay right here until we’re married?”

“Once that happens, you’ll still need to be presented,” he pointed out. “Meeting the prince at a less formal occasion will be good practice.”

“You make it sound like a dance lesson.”

“It is, rather. Buck up, darling. If Claire can do it, so can you.”

“Claire was born to it,” Alice said stubbornly. “I, as you know, wasn’t.”

“And for that I thank heaven,” Ian told her with tenderness. “Any other woman would not have been able to save my life. You must cease looking at yourself as somehow less than the women of our acquaintance, Alice. Claire herself has told me often enough that if she had the choice of facing certain death with me or with you at her side, she would choose you without hesitation.”

Alice couldn’t help but smile at that. “I hope you aren’t offended.”

“How could I be, when I share her opinion? Come now. The prince is no monster, and my sister and her daughters no dragons. I do not much care for Joan’s choice of husband, but since he outranks me I cannot complain about it—in his hearing, at least.”



A Lady of Resources—audiobook available!

A Lady of Resources audiobook by Shelley AdinaI’m delighted to say that Lizzie’s book, A Lady of Resources, has just come out in audio, and is available at your favorite retailers … plus, in a boxed CD set! Think of the possibilities for Christmas giving!

Find yours at any one of these fine retailers—and Fiona and I both hope you’ll enjoy it! (Note: some are available for preorder; the actual release date is October 6.)


Devices Brightly Shining—summary

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Dreadful relations, high expectations,
And a sudden urge to pull up ropes and flee.

Devices Brightly Shining by Shelley Adina

It is the event of the season—on Twelfth Night, the Dunsmuirs have invited the cream of London society to celebrate the marriage of Lady Claire and Andrew Malvern at a reception to which the Prince Consort himself is expected. Captain Ian Hollys brings his fiancée Alice Chalmers to London to attend and to meet his family—people who cannot see past her flight boots to the woman who stands by his side as an equal.

Now adjusting to life as a newlywed, seeing to her business affairs, and preparing the Mopsies to return to school in Munich, Lady Claire is settling into her new life with joy. When two young cousins of Gloria Meriwether-Astor arrive in London, the inhabitants of Carrick House are happy to welcome them. Sydney and Hugh Meriwether-Astor are completing a world tour, and the Dunsmuirs’ ball is just the thing to cap it off in splendid fashion. But Maggie learns that Sydney has his own plans for the family business—and they don’t include cutting off the supply of arms to the Royal Kingdom of Spain and the Californias, as Gloria is determined to do.

It’s time for someone with a spine, an airship of her own, and reasons to put fields of air between herself and decisions about her future to pull up ropes and warn Gloria that betrayal is closer than she thinks …

“It’s another element I love about these books; from Claire to Gloria to Alice to Lizzie and Maggie to Lady Dunsmuir, the women in this series generally like and respect each other. Other women are not required to be lesser—weaker, more cowardly, less intelligent—in order for Claire to be awesome. She is not an exceptional woman, she is an awesome woman among awesome women.” —Fangs for the Fantasy: The latest in urban fantasy from a social justice perspective

Available on Lady Claire’s birthday—October 16, 2015!