The Strange Case of Finley Jayne
Kady Cross
Finley Jayne knows she's not 'normal'.Normal girls don't lose time, or have something inside them that makes them capable of remarkably violent things. Her behaviour has already cost her one job, so when she's offered the lofty position of companion to Phoebe, a debutante recently engaged to Lord Vincent, she accepts, despite having no experience.Lord Vincent is a man of science with his automatons and inventions, but Finley is suspicious of his motives where Phoebe is concerned. She will do anything to protect her new friend, but what she discovers is even more monstrous than anything she could have imagined… An ebook exclusive prequel to The Steampunk Chronicles.
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“…perfect for the beach, and I’m desperately hoping that
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—Kirkus reviews
“A steampunk mystery with a delicious love triangle and
entertaining Jekyll and Hyde element.”
—RT Book Reviews
“If you are looking for a wonderfully fun romp through
an alternate history set in England with technology
and romance strewn throughout, try
The Girl in the Steel Corset.”
—Diana Chen, School Library Journal blog
“Finley is such a strong female lead. She stands up
for herself…She’s fierce and intelligent and gets
to wear a cool steel corset!”
—TwoGirlsandaNovel blog
“Wow. Fantastic Steampunk novel with everything you can imagine.”
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“The Girl in the Steel Corset is an elegantly
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The Steampunk Chronicles (in reading order) THE STRANGE CASE OF FINLEY JAYNE THE GIRL IN THE STEEL CORSET THE GIRL IN THE CLOCKWORK COLLAR Visit www.miraink.co.uk for more information or find us on Twitter @MIRAInk
The Strange Case of
Finley Jayne
Kady Cross
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
THE GIRL IN THE STEEL CORSET
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER ONE
London, The Age of Invention, late April 1897
“You’re the very spawn of Satan and I’ll not have you darken this door ever again.”
Finley Jayne jumped as the door was slammed in her face, leaving her standing alone in the small, damp flagstone square that acted as the servants’ entrance to the town house.
She’d been fired—well and good—by Mrs. Brown, the housekeeper. Normally being called the spawn of Satan would upset Finley, but lately she’d begun to wonder if the sentiment wasn’t true. This was, after all, the second job she’d been let go from.
At least the old crone could have let her collect her things.
Just like in a stage-comedy, the back door opened once more and Finley’s carpetbag sailed out of the dim interior. She caught it before it could strike her in the face.
“Oy!,” she cried, but the door slammed shut again—and this time Mrs. Brown locked it from the inside. She heard the tumblers fall into place as the bitter old woman turned the wheel engaging the mechanism which could only be opened once again by a punch card.
Mrs. Brown had taken Finley’s punch card from her room before firing her.
Of all the bloody rotten luck. Tossed out without a reference for something that wasn’t even her fault. She hadn’t been the one to slap young master Fenton hard enough to make him cry when he tried to take a fourth biscuit from the tea tray. That had been the governess—Miss Clarke—who had a particular habit of striking small children.