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  • AustenProse awards Lady Ann's Excellent Adventure 5 stars: "A delightfully breezy and upbeat glimpse at two aristocrats playing hooky from duty and decorum, “Lady Ann’s Excellent Adventure” is all that its title promised. It is Roman Holiday meets Georgette Heyer and I could not be more enchanted with this reverse fairytale of two strangers who climb down from the their high perch and enjoy the simple life and each other without inhibitions or preconceived assumptions. I was so captivated by each of the protagonists that I did not want their story to end. Like the conclusion of the delightful movie Roman Holiday, they do have to face the reality of their return to royalty, but their lives will never be burdened with regret."

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The Earl of Evesham grinned like a child with a new toy as he drove the elegant curricle down Park Lane. He’d just picked it up from the carriage maker and was more than pleased with its balance, buoyant spring, and smooth ride, not to mention the gleaming yellow-gold side panels and the tufted black leather seat.

The earl was not, in general, a man overly concerned with what was fashionable, but he felt singularly pleased to have so up-to-date a sporting vehicle. He understood now why the smaller two-wheeled curricle was starting to overtake the perch phaeton in popularity. It was light, nimble, and sleek as a jungle cat.

“It’s a prime goer, my lord,” Parker, his tiger, shouted from the rear seat. “A real downy ride.”

The earl sprung the team down Park Lane as the traffic was light this early in the day, but slowed as he passed the Riding House at the edge of Hyde Park, and turned left onto Mount Street. It was a narrower street lined with rows of elegant houses, so he intended to take a more sedate pace. But an interesting sight caused him to rein in the horses.

A young woman sat perched in a tree on the other side of a large fenced garden. She appeared to be attempting to make her way over the fence, but her skirts had become caught in a branch. As she twisted and tugged in an effort to free them, she provided the earl with an excellent view of very trim ankles, set off to advantage with the criss-crossed blue ribbons of her slippers, and a bit of shapely leg.

What an intriguing situation this was, considering the owner of the garden was the man he was appointed to meet the next morning in order to make a formal offer for his daughter. It was a marriage arranged in his boyhood, and he hadn’t set eyes on his future bride since she was a small girl. For a brief instant, he wondered if this pretty hoyden could be she? But it was highly unlikely that Lady Ann of Gloucester, daughter of Prince William Henry, Duke of Gloucester, and niece to the king, would be perched inelegantly up a tree.

He certainly hoped not, anyway, as he was committed to the marriage with her and had no wish to marry a girl who behaved with such impropriety. Lady Ann had only just returned from Vienna, where she had been living with her cousin Charlotte, Duchess of Württemberg. But as Charlotte’s husband had recently begun to align himself with Bonaparte, both the king and his brother Gloucester thought it best to send for Lady Ann and remove her from imprudent political influences. They wished her to be safely married to a loyal Englishman with ties to the royal family, and so the long-ago arrangement between Gloucester and the Duke of Lancashire, the earl’s father, was now to take place.

A young woman of royal blood, educated in Europe, steeped in protocol by high-stickler cousins at the courts of Denmark and Württemberg would never dream of getting herself up a tree. It must be some other female of the household. Perhaps even a servant, sneaking out to meet her young man.

The earl could not contain his curiosity, and drove the curricle to a stop beside the overhanging branches of the tree.

“May I be of assistance, Miss?”

“Oh.” The girl, who was quite pretty upon closer inspection, looked a bit flustered, glanced down at her exposed limb, then gave a resigned sigh. “There is nothing for it, is there? I had thought I could jump, but this branch is much higher than I’d thought. And now my skirt is stuck and I am unable to move. I suppose I must beg your assistance if I am not to be found before – that is, if I am not to remain perched up here forever.”

The earl was taken aback by her plain-spoken manner. Not at all the demeanor of a niece of the king, nor of a young lady meant to be his future bride. He could not deny, though, that there was something rather charming about her. Who was she? He smiled up at her. “I am persuaded someone would eventually come along to help, if you would prefer to wait. The view of the park from up there must be enchanting.”

“I do not wish to view the park from up here. I wish to see it from the ground, if you please. There is something I am most particularly anxious to see there.”

“Indeed? Then I wonder why you did not simply walk through the front door of the house, or through the stableyard.” He narrowed his eyes in mock apprehension. “In fact, now that I think on it, I wonder if I should not call the watch. How do I know you are not a thief escaping with the Gloucester House silver tucked in your pockets? Why else would you be attempting to climb over the garden fence like a common housebreaker?”

Her face paled slightly. “You know this house? And the family?”

A note of fear colored her voice. Had his arrow accidentally hit its mark? Was she a thief? Or was she in fact a family member – or perhaps a high-ranking servant – worried that she might be found out and reported?

“Everyone in London knows Gloucester House,” he said, “home to Prince William Henry, Duke of Gloucester. Do you not even know from whom you have pinched the family silver?”

“I assure you, I am no thief.” She uttered an exasperated little snort, as though such an idea was preposterous. “If you must know, I am escaping.”

“From what?”

She lifted her chin at a defiant angle. “That is my affair.”

“Hmm. I think if I am to be an accomplice I will need to know what I am getting myself into.” He signaled for Parker to see to the horses, leapt down from the seat, and then leaned nonchalantly against the curricle as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world to be having a conversation with a pretty girl stuck up a tree. He’d discarded the notion that she was a housemaid sneaking out for an assignation. Her clothes were very fine – a white muslin gown with a blue velvet spencer jacket and matching hat – but maids were often given last year’s fashions by their mistresses, so the quality of her dress was no accurate clue to her identity. But her exposed stocking was clocked in fine gold embroidery, much too exquisite for any maid.

She must be a member of the family. But not Lady Ann. Not a girl raised in the highest royal circles. She did, though, have the same honey blond hair and blue eyes he remembered from the last time he’d seen Ann as a child, but any family member could have that same coloring. He could not, however, imagine why a young woman of high rank had climbed a tree in order to get over the garden fence. Gloucester would never countenance such behavior in his household.

So who was she, this adorable sprite? Surely, not Lady Ann.

“I do believe, Miss Damsel-in-Distress, that if I am to be your rescuer, I must know from what I am rescuing you. What are you escaping from?”

“Oh!” She frowned and gave a frustrated tug on her skirt. “From my life, if you must know.”

His spine stiffened. If this was indeed his future wife, and heaven help her if she was, he would have to take her well in hand. “You are running away?”

“Only for today.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Today is my last day of freedom. After tomorrow, I will never have a chance to escape again.”

Considering what he knew was to happen tomorrow, this did not bode well.

“Escape to what?”

“To adventure. To fun. To spontaneity.”

He probed further. “And what happens tomorrow to make all that no longer possible?”

“My life will change forever.” She heaved a sigh worthy of Mrs. Siddons. “And I must sacrifice myself on the altar of duty.”

Dear God, it was Lady Ann. Had to be. And she saw him as an unwelcome duty? He supposed he could hardly blame her for thinking so, as he had harbored similar thoughts of her. He had not been looking forward to the Grand Marriage to a prim, tight-laced young woman trained to be the perfect aristocratic consort. In fact, he was prepared to accept her as the typical royal cold fish, but he’d never been thrilled about it. In his relationships with women, he’d always preferred a more lively girl, but never dreamed of marrying one. He had been destined for a marriage of duty. And yet, this was not the reserved, formal, very proper young woman he’d expected. He was not sure what to think about that, but he suspected it could be a troublesome match.

“I see,” he said “Today is your last day without duty.”

“Oh, I am obliged by duty every day of my life. But sometimes, I like to run away from it, just for a few hours.”

Did she? How very intriguing. “Sometimes? This is not your first attempt to escape?”

“Oh, no. But never in London. I wish to have one last small adventure in London before … before tomorrow.”

“And then you’ll be a dutiful girl forever after?”


So simple a declaration. And he believed she meant it. But could a tree-climbing girl who liked to run away ever be truly dutiful? He could not imagine what sort of wife she’d make.

She gazed down at him, her blue eyes assessing him, watchful, impatient. “So, will you be so good as to help me down, sir?”

“On one condition.”

“Oh? What condition?”

“That you allow me to escort you on your adventure.”

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