The Heart Collector
Auckland Steampunk Book 1
Auckland Steampunk Book 1
by
Barbara Russell
Genre: Steampunk, Romantic Suspense
Auckland, 1884
The Supernaturals are frightened. Despite being able to do extraordinary things
like teleporting or lighting a fire with a stare, a serial killer, the Heart
Collector, is slaughtering them. He rips their chests open and removes their
hearts.
While other aristocratic, nineteen-year-old girls spend time dancing, Isabel trains hard to become an MI7 agent—Military Intelligence Seventh Division, a crime squad run by Supernaturals. The Heart Collector murdered her best friend, and enrolling at MI7 is the best way to help catch the killer.
While other aristocratic, nineteen-year-old girls spend time dancing, Isabel trains hard to become an MI7 agent—Military Intelligence Seventh Division, a crime squad run by Supernaturals. The Heart Collector murdered her best friend, and enrolling at MI7 is the best way to help catch the killer.
Isabel senses other people’s feelings as if they were her owns. But
MI7’s leader is too worried about Isabel’s safety to let her join the team.
Eager to prove that her power is valuable, Isabel volunteers to meet
Murk, a dangerous Supernatural man who can turn himself invisible. MI7
desperately tried to recruit him and failed.
She believes that her power is enough to convince Murk to become an
MI7’s agent and help apprehend the Heart Collector. If he wants to attack her,
his feelings will broadcast his intention, and she’ll be ready.
What Isabel isn’t ready for is
to fall in love with the man who will collect her heart.
I’m an entomologist and a soil biologist, which is a fancy way to say
that I dig in the dirt, looking for bugs. Nature and books have always been my
passion. I was a kid when I read The Lord Of The Ring and fell in love with
fantasy novels.
When I discovered cosy mystery and crime novel, I fell in love with
Hercules Poirot and Sherlock Holmes. Then I grew up and . . . Nah, I’m joking.
I didn’t grow up. Don’t grow up, folks! It’s a trap.
PS I hate gardening. There, I said it. Sorry fellow Kiwis.
PS I hate gardening. There, I said it. Sorry fellow Kiwis.
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