Stalking Jack the Ripper (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #1)

by Kerri Maniscalco

I’d agreed to meet him here only to go over case details. Now he was doing that infuriating thing where he’d inevitably guess my secret plans, and I’d have to murder him. In front of all these witnesses, no less. What a pity.

I love them, your honor

I was determined to be both pretty and fierce, as Mother had said I could be. Just because I was interested in a man’s job didn’t mean I had to give up being girly. Who defined those roles anyhow?

Audrey Rose is the heroine we needed in 2016. Good for you, girl.

I didn’t see any men running about, birthing the world’s population then going on to make supper and tend to the house. Most of them buckled to their knees when the slightest sniffle attacked them. There was more strength held underneath my muslin layers and well-perfumed skin than in half the men in London combined.

“Those who deserve respect are given it freely. If one must demand such a thing, he’ll never truly command it. I am your daughter, not your horse, sir.” I stepped closer, enjoying the way Father leaned away from me as if he were just now discovering that a cat, while precious and cute, also had sharp claws. “I’d rather be a lowly wretch on the streets than live in a house full of cages. Do not lecture me on propriety when it’s a virtue you so grossly lack.”

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO

“I rather fancy the thought of more adventures with you, Miss Wadsworth.”

But men—and young women—weren’t meant to live in gilded cages.