Jane Esther Hamilton (born October 27, 1956 in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA) was an American erotic actress and porn director who performed under the name Veronica Hart during the Golden Age of Porn in the 1980's. She is sometimes credited as Jane Esther amilton, Jane Hamilton, V. Hart, Veronica Heart, Victoria Holt, Kathryn Stanleigh, Randee Styles or just Veronica. Hart is a member of the AVN Hall of Fame .

Hamilton graduated from the University of Nevada at Las Vegas in 1979 with a degree in theatre. After graduation, she spent time in England and pursued mainstream careers in both modeling and acting.

It was after an unfortunate accident with a coffee urn, which scarred one side of her body, that she decided to make adult movies; beginning in 1980 and continuing actively until 1984. Veronica Hart is best known for her performances in Amanda by Night and A Scent of Heather

Hart lost her virginity at 15. The guy she was seeing at the time was sixteen. "I had heard about sex so much, and I knew all about it from an early age. I have a lot of older sisters, and I used to read their little books on what your body is and how it works. At that time, I hadn't done much petting. I'd kissed but little fondling

"I decided it was time. I knew it was going to happen but he didn't know. I got dressed up for it, put on my hippy-dippy get-up, veloured myself out. I suggested that we stop by a friend's place, and I dragged him into another room and that was it.

"I was proud of myself. I was so in love and romantic. I felt wonderful. I talked to him on the phone the next day, and said how he was my boyfriend and asked him if he'd ever done it before. He said, "Yeah." I said, "What? How many times?" He said "Twelve." I was heartbroken. He'd been with twelve other girls before me."

Veronica waited three months before doing it again.

"I was in the school talent show. I've always danced. I started taking dancing lessons when I was seven. It was the time of hot pants, and I was running around in a pair. I thought I was hot stuff. This guy came up to me, a nice looking guy, and he tried to put the make on me. I couldn't be bothered. I was snippy, very short with him. A few moments later, I found out that he happened to be the lead singer in the rock group that was playing around town. All of a sudden, it was, "Hi, how are you? Can I help you pack your instrument?" He let me help him pack his instruments, and I went home with him. When I went to his house, he wouldn't let me go. He dragged me into the bedroom. My panty hose got down to my knees and he gave it to me. It wasn't anything I was into. It wasn't fun for me, but he sure taught me a lesson. It taught me not to tease men if I didn't mean it. Also, it taught me not to be such a shit towards people. Where did I get off thinking I was so much better than him? He was the same person whether he was a lead singer or not. It doesn't make any difference what people do