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Verity Hart Vs The Vampyres: Part One: A Hart/McQueen Steampunk Adventure, #1
Verity Hart Vs The Vampyres: Part One: A Hart/McQueen Steampunk Adventure, #1
Verity Hart Vs The Vampyres: Part One: A Hart/McQueen Steampunk Adventure, #1
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KEEP CALM AND STEAMPUNK ON

The whole of Victorian London knows there is something not quite right about the Lady Verity Hart. She may be the daughter of an MP and the sister of famed inventor Lord David Hart, but she is a spinster whose own father threatens to send her to the madhouse every fortnight. Because Society is correct-Verity Hart is no lady. If they suspected how quick with a quip she is, let alone the majority of her brother's ingenious machines were her design, the sale of fainting couches would double.

Verity requires one herself when her beloved brother is kidnapped by vampyres in the dead of night. With the aid of an aggravating, rude American bounty hunter with a secret of his own, Verity takes to land, sea, and even air to rescue the only person who could ever love and truly accept her. Or is he?

Part One of Five includes:

Chapter One- The Notorious Count Orrlock Has A Ball

Chapter Two- When Worlds Collide

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 30, 2014
ISBN9781498936118
Verity Hart Vs The Vampyres: Part One: A Hart/McQueen Steampunk Adventure, #1

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    Verity Hart Vs The Vampyres - Jennifer Harlow

    Verity Hart

    Vs

    The Vampyres

    A

    Hart & McQueen

    Steampunk Adventure

    Part One of Five

    By Jennifer Harlow

    Copyright

    Devil on the Left Books

    Copyright © 2014 by Jennifer Dowis

    All Rights Reserved

    First Edition

    Devil on the Left Books, Peachtree City GA

    The characters and events in this book are fictitious.

    Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

    No part of this book may be reproduced or stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the express written permission of the author.

    If you did not purchase this book, please return it and purchase one of your own. Respect the hard work of the author.

    ALSO BY JENNIFER HARLOW

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    In The Beginning...A Galilee Falls Short

    Justice

    Galilee Rising

    THE F.R.E.A.K.S. SQUAD SERIES

    Mind Over Monsters

    To Catch a Vampire

    Death Takes A Holiday

    High Moon (Out Summer 2014)

    THE MIDNIGHT MAGIC MYSTERY SERIES

    What's A Witch To Do?

    Werewolf Sings The Blues

    Chapter One

    The Notorious Count Orrlock Has a Ball

    Oh, heavens, did I leave my blowtorch on?

    As I sit in our carriage, waiting behind one of those new motorcars I have been dying to tear apart, fear grips me like a vice. Burning the house down would certainly be the final straw with Father. He would surely lock me away as he has threatened countless instances these past eleven years. Did I leave it on? I was in such a rush to get ready for the ball, it is certainly possible. I swiftly run through my movements. I was welding the hinge on my latest invention, the Artemis, when David poked his head into my workshop to inform me Father was home. I set down the torch, removed my goggles, then quickly changed out of my leather work clothes into my lavender tea dress. Then I made sure the gunpowder and petrol were stowed properly, checked the hinge, then...I did shut it off. Oh, thank the Lord.

    Verity, did you hear a word I said? Father asks harshly, bringing me out of my head.

    I gaze across the carriage at my father. He's dapper tonight in his tuxedo with white handkerchief, bow tie, and white rose in the lapel like David. At four-and-fifty my father is still handsome, even though at forty his hair turned pure silver in the blink of an eye. Strangely his eyebrows remained dark brown and are only now beginning to match. He's known for his patience and grace under pressure, though one would not know this judging from his expression now. As always when his attention is directed at me his face is filled with an undercurrent of contempt with each passing moment. I believe I am the only person in all of Christendom who can crack the façade.

    Yes, I mean no, Father. I was daydreaming. I apologize.

    His lips purse. "I was saying, try to refrain from garishly flirting with that man tonight. You are to be on your best behavior. Several other Parliament members shall be in attendance, along with the head of the India bureau. Avoid that man as much as possible."

    You mean our host? I ask.

    I heard Isobel Derbyshire was seen departing his villa most late at night un-chaperoned not a month past, Mama says, ever the gossip.

    My point precisely. Even a hint of impropriety, and people will talk.

    Father, people do little else, I counter. If possible his lips tighten further. I gaze down to the floor. Sorry, Father.

    If you will not behave for me, then do it for Margot. She has only three years until she is presented into society. Do not make your sister pay for your ill behavior.

    As always, my father cuts right to the quick. Worst, he is not wrong. I shall be the paragon of ladylike virtue all evening, Father.

    See that you are.

    Two weeks. Only two more weeks until my obligation is fulfilled for the year, and I may return to Somerset. Then, unless summoned, I do not have to see him until Christmas. May the good Lord give me strength to hold my tongue, keep my head high, and behave as the lady the whole of London believes me to be. Our coach pulls to a stop at the entrance of the hotel. You are Lady Verity Hart, daughter

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