Heart of Iron by Bec McMaster
Dates Read: December 26-30, 2018
Goodreads Synopsis: Lena Todd makes the perfect spy. Nobody suspects the flirtatious debutante could be a sympathizer for the humanist movement haunting London’s vicious blue blood elite. Not even the ruthless Will Carver, the one man she can’t twist around her little finger, and the one man whose kiss she can’t forget…
Stricken with the loupe and considered little more than a slave-without-a-collar to the blue bloods, Will wants nothing to do with the Echelon or the dangerous beauty who drives him to the very edge of control. But when he finds a coded letter on Lena—a code that matches one he saw on a fire-bombing suspect—he realizes she’s in trouble. To protect her, he must seduce the truth from her.
With the humanists looking to start a war with the Echelon, Lena and Will must race against time—and an automaton army—to stop the humanist plot before it’s too late. But as they fight to save a city on the brink of revolution, the greatest danger might just be to their hearts…
Review: This one wasn’t quite as good as Kiss of Steel, but I’m really into this series. I’m glad I picked it up. It took me a while to really get into the flow of this one. Some parts, like when Will or Lena referred to the past, seemed like they were things I should have already known but missed, although I think that’s just the way it was written.
I like how McMaster gave Lena a sense of purpose at the end. She always felt like she had been pushed to the side and neglected or forgotten by her fahter, so to have something to work toward that would help other women and girls like herself was very fitting and meaningful.
I loved Will’s fierceness and how protective he was of Lena. It felt like it would be the end of the world if something happened to her — because for him, it truly would be. And, you know, *squee* and all that jazz.
- There was no point arguing with someone who had no rational rebuttals. (118)
- “I don’t care if you want my bloody help or not, you’re gettin’ it.” He clutched her by the arms, grimly determined. “No matter where you go, I’ll be watchin’. I ain’t lettin’ no one near you. Not Colchester. Not the humanists. Not the Nighthawks.” “Then why are you so determined to teach me how to use a pistol?” His eyes flickered to the amber-bronze of the wolf and back. “The only reason I won’t be there is if I’m dead,” he said quietly. “You’re the last line of defense. I ain’t goin’ to leave you without a weapon or the means to use it.” (246)
- She balled her fists. Choked the pain down. She could fall apart later. (286)