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Verity Hart Vs The Vampyres: Part Two: A Hart/McQueen Steampunk Adventure, #1
Verity Hart Vs The Vampyres: Part Two: A Hart/McQueen Steampunk Adventure, #1
Verity Hart Vs The Vampyres: Part Two: 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 Two of Five includes:

Chapter Three-Verity Hart Springs Into Action

Chapter Four-An American Werewolf in London

Chapter Five-Murder on the London Express

Chapter Six- Mr. & Mrs. McQueen Terrorize the Countryside

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 15, 2014
ISBN9781498999908
Verity Hart Vs The Vampyres: Part Two: 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 Two 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

    A HART & McQUEEN STEAMPUNK ADVENTURE

    Verity Hart vs The Vampyres: Part One

    THE GALILEE FALLS TRILOGY

    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 Three

    Verity Hart Springs Into Action

    Mrs. Cooper must have doubled my dose of pain powder on Father's orders because I drink it and a few minutes later become too woozy to put my escape plan into action. I shut my eyes, and when I open them once more the sun has come out to play. At least the pain has abated. I glance at the clock and realize I've been asleep for twelve hours. Precious time stolen. Wherever their destination is they are well on their way. He's gone.

    I need a plan. My best option is still Scotland Yard. If Father will not alert them then I shall go myself. I will just tell them the truth, save for the vampyre part. I witnessed an abduction. I can give a description and names of the culprits, assuming those were not aliases. Yes, Scotland Yard it is. They have to believe me.

    A silent Croft assists me into my most serious outfit, the one Father insists I wear to press functions: white shirt, dark blue jacket and skirt with rivets forming roses, and tight bun underneath a structured mini top hat with white netted veil. As I walk past the servants to breakfast, most glance at me as if I were about to strike them. Word about my ravings has spread. I keep my head up and spine stiff. The rest of the family, minus David, is already at the large mahogany table with Father reading the paper. Part of me hoped David would be here, but I knew the moment I opened my eyes this morning, and he wasn't by my side, that he was really gone. Part of me did think it had been a delusion or nightmare. I do not have that luxury now.

    Glad to see the vampyres didn't get you, Verity, Margot says as I step in.

    Margot! Mama scolds.

    I handle frightened servants and mouthy sisters the same way, by ignoring them. I silently serve myself from the sideboard before sitting across from Mama. Have you contacted the Yard yet? I ask Father.

    No need, he says. We received a note from him. He took that commission in Ireland and had to leave right away.

    Was it a telegram or hand written note?

    He pulls out a paper from his pocket, handing it to me.

    "Dear Family,

    I must apologize for my abrupt and unannounced departure, but an opportunity has arisen that I must act quickly upon. I am leaving for Ireland tonight. Please do not worry. I will send telegrams as often as I can, but do not know when I shall return. I love you all.

    D.V. Hart"

    They forced him to write this, I say, crumpling up this falsehood. David never signs anything D.V. Hart, and it is far too impersonal. It sounds as if an automaton transcribed it.

    Verity you must stop this. He is fine, he's working, Father says.

    Without me? When has he ever gone off on a lark, let alone on a project without me?

    He is thirty years old. He does not need his younger sister by his side at all times.

    And he decided to go off for who knows how long without any clothes? Or his chemistry books and tools? I am assuming.

    They probably had a train or boat to catch, and there was not time to pack, Mama offers. He will send for them later.

    My mouth drops open big enough to catch flies. This is madness. I saw what I saw. They kidnapped David.

    You will stop this now, Father says, anger simmering in his voice.

    I will not! Whether you choose to believe it or not, David is in mortal danger and you are standing by doing nothing.

    There is nothing to do. Stop being hysterical, Father orders.

    I am not hysterical, I am perfectly calm. And I am, at least on the outside. David needs help. If you will not acquire it for him, I shall. I will go to Scotland Yard myself.

    That was the exact wrong thing to declare. Intense fury crosses Father's face as I have seen only once before. He stands, and at the same time thrusts his fist down on the table, making the silverware and plates clatter. Mama gasps and Margot flinches. Stop this! he roars. "Stop these fantasies at once! Your brother is fine, and I swear to God above if you set foot in Scotland Yard, if you persist in feeding these delusions, I will call the sanitarium myself, and you shall never leave. I should have done it bloody years ago. All the money in the world is not worth putting up with you. I am at my wit's end with you, do not push me over the edge!" He storms out of the dining room before he can strike me. He never has before, but the last time I saw him this infuriated was the one time he came close.

    Mama, near tears, tosses her napkin down. Now look what you have done! You're breaking our hearts, Verity. Our hearts! She follows Father out, off to comfort him. If I ever needed proof she valued him over her own children I now have it.

    I am brimming with so much rage my hands tremble. Margot has lost her smile as well. I wish she did not have to witness all this strum and drang. You best listen to him, she says. He will do it.

    I know he will, and it breaks my heart. You don't believe me either, do you?

    No. Sorry. The bobbies probably won't either.

    My baby sister is correct once more. With only my word against Father's, and a letter in David's own handwriting, I would be laughed out of the station or placed in a straight-jacket. Excuse me.

    I flee to the only place I can fall apart, my workshop. When I reach the third floor, I am on the verge of hysteria and cannot breathe. I slam the door shut, crumbing to the hardwood floor. It takes several breaths and a lot of willpower to fight the hysteria back enough to think. Form a plan. Every

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