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    The Watchmaker's Lady: The Clockpunk Trilogy, #1
    The Watchmaker's Lady: The Clockpunk Trilogy, #1
    The Watchmaker's Lady: The Clockpunk Trilogy, #1
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    The Watchmaker's Lady: The Clockpunk Trilogy, #1

    By Heather Massey

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    New England, 1840
    One fateful day, lonely watchmaker Matthew Goddard discovers the lover of his dreams in a dusty corner of the local general store—Isabel, a bisque porcelain mannequin head with mesmerizing, smoky blue eyes. When Matthew invites her to come live with him, she eagerly "accepts."


    The couple embarks on a passionate affair, one fueled by Matthew's wild imagination. To provide Isabel with a brass body and pretty clothes, he begins a secret side business selling clockwork pleasure toys to his wealthy female customers.


    But danger threatens their idyllic romance when a disgruntled customer exposes Matthew's forbidden business to the townspeople. Despite the growing menace, Matthew will stop at nothing in order to save his soul mate—and protect their love.

     

    Note: The Watchmaker's Lady was originally published by Red Sage Publishing in 2012. Edition 2 has been reformatted and rejuvenated with a new cover but has not been substantially changed.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCrackerjack Creatives, LLC
    Release dateMar 13, 2021
    ISBN9781393212485
    The Watchmaker's Lady: The Clockpunk Trilogy, #1
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    Heather Massey

    Heather Massey (she/her) is a geek mom who's the proud parent of a terrific daughter and married to the love of her life. Heather is best known for her sci-fi romance blog The Galaxy Express.Though she’s neither an award-winning nor bestselling author (thank you for not judging!), her stories provide quality entertainment by way of fantastical worlds, action-adventure, and larger-than-life characters who fall in love while battling evils such as classist jerks, corporate greed, the patriarchy, and corrupt politicians.

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      The Watchmaker's Lady - Heather Massey

      THE WATCHMAKER’S LADY

      The Clockpunk Trilogy #1

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      Heather Massey

      Copyright 2021 Heather Massey

      Publisher: Crackerjack Creatives LLC, 2021

      Cover image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

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      License Notes

      This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events are from the author's imagination. Any resemblance to events, places, persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

      All rights reserved. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only and may not be re-sold or given away to other people on social media sites or through other means. Please don't reproduce it in any form including physical, electronic, or other (an exception is the use of brief quotations for the purposes of critical articles and/or reviews). The author has asserted her respective rights to be identified as the author of this book.

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      The Watchmaker’s Lady was previously published at Red Sage Publishing in 2012 and has not been substantially altered or revised.

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      About the Author

      Chapter One

      Shrewsbury, Massachusetts, 1840

      At half-past nine in the morning, the door to the shop of Matthew J. Goddard, Watchmaker – Clock Repair swung open, inviting in a blast of crisp November air.

      Behind the main counter, Matthew glanced up from his oak rolltop bench, his right foot pausing over the flywheel treadle. A lady, obviously wealthy, stepped through the opening. She sashayed toward him, cloak and skirts rustling softly. A gleam of anticipation lit her hazel eyes.

      Matthew openly studied her. He’d never seen her in town before. She was probably new to the area, or hailed from nearby Worcester. Many people were moving there, and often sought recreation in idyllic Shrewsbury.

      The lady’s pine green bonnet had a single, wide bow. Cascades of spaniel curls framed her powdered face. Matthew’s gaze traveled over her high cheek bones and too-full lips before dropping to her cloak. Its dark, stylishly cut fabric covered her dress completely, but flashes of pine green trim peeked out from beneath the hem.

      Matthew stood. He bowed slightly as the lady approached the counter. Good day, Madam. How can I be of service?

      You’re Mr. Goddard? she asked breathlessly, her gaze darting about the shop.

      I am.

      Her gaze finally settled on his face. Oh, thank goodness. I’m in the right place, then. My name is Mrs. Benjamin Rutherford. My husband and I recently moved here. We’re in the south end. Are you familiar with the area?

      Matthew nodded. He’d been born here. Shrewsbury is a fine community. You made an excellent choice.

      I couldn’t agree more. A...close friend and neighbor recommended you, quite highly, as a matter of fact.

      She produced a brown velvet reticule embroidered with flowers and opened the drawstrings. Her black-gloved fingers withdrew a pocket watch. This item she placed upon the glass countertop, a light clink echoing in the wake of her action. It’s my husband’s watch. I accidentally dropped it, and now it doesn’t work. She didn’t sound very remorseful.

      Matthew picked up the piece and turned it around in his hands. The Vaucher Frères open-faced, rose gold pocket watch—he estimated 18 karats—was well-constructed. Indeed, it was a far cry from the low quality Swiss watches that had infiltrated the market these days. He opened a drawer behind the counter and pulled out some precision screwdrivers and tweezers. Does your husband know you dropped it? he murmured.

      The lady blushed and looked down. Not yet. I was hoping you might be able to repair it before he finds out.

      One corner of his mouth curled upward as he spread a piece of clean white linen in a tray and placed the tray on the counter. Working carefully, he removed the case. It took him only a moment to discover the source of the problem. It’s not broken. The oil has dried up, however. I can lubricate it for you. When do you need it back?

      Ah, within the hour, if you could. Don’t worry about the cost. I can compensate you handsomely for the rush work. Mrs. Rutherford moistened her lips. They shone a bright pink in the lantern light.

      I can start immediately.

      She nodded. He showed her to a chair where she could sit and wait. Returning to his bench, he reached for a bottle of French clock oil, which in his opinion was the best around. The standard oiling only took about twenty minutes. He called Mrs. Rutherford back to the counter when he was finished.

      Once again, her flickering gaze swept over the shop. It was as if she expected someone else to appear at any moment, or was looking for something.

      Matthew gestured to the display case behind her. The walnut and glass shelving housed a collection of quality watches and jewelry. Some were unclaimed items he had previously repaired; others were undiscovered treasures he’d found at a bargain during his occasional travels. May I interest you in some of my finest pieces? Perhaps your husband would like a monocle, or some diamond stud pins.

      Mrs. Rutherford gave them an obligatory, yet cursory glance. They’re all lovely, but....

      Matthew braced his hands palm down upon the counter and regarded her expectantly. Yes?

      She dropped her voice to a whisper as she met his piercing gaze. Truth be told, I’m interested in your...other service.

      Matthew smiled warmly, knowing it would put her at ease. Ah, yes. Well, it just so happens that I recently completed a new product. Would you like to see it?

      Mrs. Rutherford nodded eagerly. I would, very much.

      Matthew placed the empty tray in a storage cabinet and put away the tools. They negotiated a price for the repair job and she paid him in coin. She placed the watch back into her reticule.

      Stepping from behind the counter, Matthew motioned to a door on the far right. This way, please.

      He opened the door and ushered her through. He followed her into the small, private parlor and locked the door behind them. Thick, red velvet curtains dressed the room’s only window. Accented with gold tassels, they were drawn together for both warmth and privacy.

      Flocked burgundy wallpaper swirling with a floral design surrounded them. A rosewood divan occupied the center of the room. Near the left wall, two matching rosewood chairs flanked a pot bellied stove. Strategically placed lanterns throughout the room emitted a soft, inviting glow.

      Matthew placed his hands above Mrs. Rutherford’s shoulders. May I? he asked, turning his voice deliberately low and husky.

      Mrs. Rutherford nodded, and allowed Matthew to aid in the removal of her cloak. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, her dress burst free in a riot of color, ribbon, and frilly lace. Suppressing a smile, Matthew wondered if

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