The Abduction of Lady Jessica
A fun, filthy steampunk romp set in an alternative London.
“Frottage, clean the sybian,” ordered Lady Jessica Featherstonehaugh as she climbed off the sex machine with a squelch and stubbed out her cigar on the aged retainer’s bald head. “Did you instruct Drummond to saddle up Rusty? I am meeting Sir Percy Cholmondeley in Hyde Park at ten.” “Yes, m’Lady, of course, m’lady,” snivelled Frottage, reaching for his handkerchief. “With your tongue, Frottage, with your tongue,” snapped...