Tarnished
ISBN: 0062127640
EAN13: 9780062127648
Language: English
Pages: 373
Dimensions: 1.00" H x 7.00" L x 4.00" W
Format: Mass Market Paperbound
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Book Overview
A wickedly wonderful storyteller. --Jocelynn Drake A brilliant new voice in paranormal romance. --Christina Dodd Author Karina Cooper enthralls with her stunning new series, The St. Croix Chronicles. Cooper, whose haunting Dark Mission novels set a new standard for paranormal romance, carries readers into the shadows of a very different Victorian London, where science skirts the line between magic and mechanics. A magnificent talent writing in the vein of such paranormal and urban fantasy superstars as J.R. Ward, Jeaniene Frost, Gail Carriger, and Meljean Brook, Cooper introduces readers to a truly remarkable heroine: Cherry St. Croix. Debutante by day and bounty hunter by night, Cherry makes a truly smashing debut in Tarnished , as she trawls the seedy underbelly of an alternate London in search of a killer...and finds herself at odds with the dangerous--and dangerously handsome--criminal kingpin, Micajah Hawke, ruler of the Midnight Menagerie.
Editor Reviews
From the Back Cover My name is Cherry St. Croix. Society would claim that I am a well-heeled miss with an unfortunate familial reputation. They've no idea of the truth of it. In my secret world, I hunt down vagrants, thieves . . . and now, a murderer. For a monster stalks London's streets, leaving a trail of mystery and murder below the fog. Eager for coin to fuel my infatuations, I must decide where my attentions will turn: to my daylight world, where my scientific mind sets me apart from respectable Society, or to the compelling domain of London below. Each has a man who has claimed my time as his--for good or for ill. Though as the corpses pile, and the treacherous waters of Society gossip churn, I am learning that each also has its dangers. One choice will see me cast from polite company . . . the other might just see me dead.