This book was disappointing in truth. I thought it would be something refreshingly different but it ended up being rather plain, boring and, well, cliched. There didn't seem to be any particular reason why it was set in Victorian London except for the excuse to have dirigibles, corsets and carriages. The supernatural theme was shaky at best, possibly an attempt at being original but it wasn't thought out well enough to render it this title. 
 A saving grace? Perhaps the fact that I set my standards too high for it. It reminded me of the-book-that-shall-not-be-named. Ho-hum. 
 If you enjoy paranormal romance with little going with the plot except five pages of near-death experiences and a bit of a conspiracy, then go for it. I presume this book is read for the paranormal romance only, which is fine if you like that kind of thing. I mean, you can only read that other book so many times, can't you? 
 Well, I liked the hunky Scottish werewolf.