Meh. Was hoping for better since I've seen a lot of good words about it. Plus, the concept sounds awesome and fun. But after trying to read it, I found the book to be less an embracement of the Victorian period and more a coquettish parody of it. Which is fine enough, until the characters go on and on about the most trivial things in that faux mincing British manner. Parody shines with a dollop of temperence, people. Some real murder-mystery-solving tension helps as well. But no. The characters quibble about the lack of propriety during a terribly dull conversation, then in tried-and-true romance fashion, it is conveniently dropped when the main character and her werewolf alpha have some chemistry-less necking to do in the streets. 
 Might continue reading it if I have time between now and tonight's trip to the library, but probably not.