Voodoo, Mon Amour

My blade was at his throat in an instant.
"Your first mistake? Killing her. Your last? Letting me in."
It is 1867, and the streets of London ooze danger and lust. One wrong step can be your last, and nobody knows it better than November. Demons stalk the streets, seducing and killing as though it was going out of fashion. Although she wears a corset, November's determined to find every monster who's ever spilt a drop of innocent blood and end them before they can take another step. But something is coming, and November alone might not be enough to stop the blood bath...