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The Gentleman and The Enchantress
The Sirens Series
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A Letter to the Reader
Dear Reader,
This is the first book of the Romantic Encounters series, each book to be an annual anthology. Within each anthology, you’ll find a short novel followed by a special bonus: a collection of flash and short fiction.
The flash fiction pieces are those featured in the monthly newsletter; thus, each piece is themed in some way to the month in which it appeared. The first piece begins with January and moves through the calendar months until we reach December. Two additional, bonus flash fictions are included within this first book, both winter themed.
There are many types of flash fiction, ranging from micro fiction of only a few words to short fiction of a couple thousand. Within this anthology, you’ll find pieces ranging from approximately five hundred words to two thousand. I hope you’ll enjoy them. Each is a stand-alone story regardless of brevity.
The addition of bonus fiction to accompany the novel is unique to the Romantic Encounters series. You can look forward to a similar combination of shorts plus novel every year as p
art of the annual anthology series.
Enjoy!
Paullett Golden
Table of Contents
A Dash of Romance
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Flash Fiction
Arrival
Beguiled
Highwayman
Shipwreck
Entangled
Midsummer
Candor
Requited
Persephone
Haunted
Masquerade
Homecoming
Beneficence
Gorgeous
A Note from the Author
About the Author
A Dash of Romance
Chapter 1
1795
Devonshire
The feather of the quill brushed against her chin, imbuing inspiration.
Sir Bartholomew thundered across the field on his black stallion.
No, that would not do. With a single, straight line, she crossed out “black stallion.” Rewetting the quill, she wrote:
Sir Bartholomew thundered across the field on his white steed.
Ahead, the damsel waved in distress. ‘Oh, good sir,’ she cried, ‘my horse has lamed himself. Save me!’
The gallant knight leapt from his horse. Had the fair damsel not been in distress, she would have swooned at the hero of our tale. Dashing, charming, tall but not too tall, hazel eyes that twinkled goodwill, brown hair that waved handsomely, a walking stick held—
With another single, straight line, she crossed out “walking stick.” The hero would not have a walking stick if he had been riding his horse. Stroking her chin with the feather again, she stared at the page, dissatisfied.
“Abigail, dearest, what keeps you?” croaked a voice from the other side of the room.
Miss Abigail Walsley replaced the quill in such haste, she nearly tipped over the inkwell. Steadying herself, she turned to Lady Dunley.
“You drifted to sleep, my lady. I thought I would busy myself until you awakened. Would you like for me to finish reading to you?” Hoping the ink was dry enough, Abbie folded the paper and slipped it into her pocket before returning to Lady Dunley’s side.
“No, dear, I believe I’ll retire for an afternoon respite. Ring for my maid.”
Before reaching for the bellpull, Abbie rearranged the shawl about her ladyship’s shoulders to dissuade the autumn chill. Her ladyship had such a delicate constitution.
An arthritic hand, fingers curled and knuckles swollen, reached out from beneath the wool to grasp Abbie’s arm. In a gravely voice, Lady Dunley asked, “Won’t you stay with me?”
Abbie shook her head, covering the hand on her arm with her own. “I’m to visit my sister today. I’ll return on Wednesday, and we can resume the chapter.”
“No, no, no, you misunderstand me. Won’t you please stay with me as a full-time companion? You’ll want for nothing. You could have the bedroom next to mine. It’s a bright shade of yellow, as befitting your charm.”
“It remains a lovely offer, my lady, but my answer is the same as before. My father needs me, besides which I live close enough to continue our frequent visits.”
“Pish,” the woman grunted, waving her hand beneath the shawl.
Abbie accepted the dismissal as an opportunity to ring for the maid before departing.
For the first quarter mile of her walk home, her steps were stilted, her lips pursed. The renewals to serve as companion came more frequently each passing week. However flattering it was for Lady Dunley to find her company desirable, Abbie could not help but feel the sting of insult. Long gone were the hopes of marrying at the shelved age of four and twenty, but she did think her life worth more than serving as a glorified friend for hire. As fulfilling as her time with the viscountess was, this was not how she desired to spend her days. It was kindness that took her to the estate every other day, not a desire to make companionship her profession.
Ah, yes, her profession. Now there was something she had thought about a great deal.
Her gait slowed; her shoulders relaxed. For the next half mile, her mind wandered, leaving a half-smile lingering on her lips. She could see him clearly. His walking stick twirling, kissable lips whistling, that wavy hair a damsel could sink her fingers into—oh, what a wicked thought. The vicarage in sight, Abbie looked about her, hoping no one was around to see her blush. Only sheep looked back at her.
One day, her hero would win her a publishing contract. He was a real Tom Jones, by her estimation, but with more charm and morality. Sir Bartholomew would woo the world from a leather-bound spine.
That evening, after supper with her father, the vicar of Sidvale, Abbie retired to her room, intent on a good night’s sleep. It was not to be had. Well into the night, the candle burned, her quill working across the page, detailing the adventures of Sir Bartholomew. She paused only long enough to pen a quick column for the newspaper under her pseudonym before returning to her errant knight as he saved another damsel, whisking this one off her feet to save her from a spring flood.
The knight ran a hand through his unruly locks, a wink and smile his only answer to the fair maiden. With a bow, he quitted her company, taking his leave of the entire village. He could think of no place he would rather be than by the side of his ladylove.
Abbie sighed. A wistful smile curved her lips, her eyes unfocused. In a clear vision, she could see herself in a tower, dressed in understated elegance, a Renaissance maiden waiting for her knight. Did she dare write herself into the story as his ladylove? Or would readers prefer him a desirable bachelor? This was not to be a love story but an adventure tale. Perhaps it was best that he remained available.
Decided, she made to wet the quill to cross out the final line.
She gasped. The ink! So lost in thought, she had not noticed the ink spreading a cruel puddle over the paper. In swift movements, she propped the quill in the inkwell and grabbed a handkerchief to blot the ink.
It was no use. Rather than soaking up the excess ink, the handkerchief smeared it. The more she dabbed, the more it spread until the handkerchief was ruined, her hands were covered in ink, and the page was an illegible blob. She only just stopped herself from hiding her face in her hands. Would that not top the evening—an ink covered face? Defeated, she removed to the wash basin to clean the ink from her fingers as best she could. Sir Bartholomew would have to wait for the morrow before she could rewrite the scene.
Dipping her toast into the egg yolk, Abbie lamented, “They’re nearly purple. I can’t possibly leave the house today.”
The Reverend Leland Walsley eyed his daughter’s ink tinted hands and shook his head, the lift at the corners of his mouth betraying his amusement. “Is this my opportunity to ask your help with the sermon?”
She nodded, eager to serve as muse.
The youngest of four sisters, Abbie was the only one unmarried, the only one who chose to stay at the vicarage to look after Papa. It was not that he needed looking after, for he was in good health, but without her, he would surely be lonely. How fortuitous she had never received a proposal.
After a taste of his tea, Leland said, “If I were the suspicious type, I would suspect you stained your hands intentionally as a ruse to get new gloves.”
“Papa!” Abbie exclaimed before a laugh. “I would never!”
“I know. I know.” He wink
ed over his cup. “Will you visit Lady Dunley tomorrow?”
She sighed, leaning against the chair back. “I have no reason not to, but I think I might put a few days between us. She’s been pressing me again about being her companion.”
“And you’ve still no notion of accepting?” He rested against the back of his chair, mirroring his daughter. “Life at the estate could be luxurious.”
“I prefer my life here.” Abbie laced her fingers in her lap and studied her father. “Am I being selfish to choose my own desires over helping someone?”
“I don’t find your decision selfish, rest assured. Only you are privy to your calling. I support you regardless, even if that calling is not with Lady Dunley.”
Abbie studied her plate. “If I were to become anyone’s companion, I would choose Aunt Gertrude. You know how I love spending time with her in the summer, but even then, I would not want to be a full-time companion; neither do I think Aunt Gertrude would want someone hovering over her shoulder every day.”
Dabbing his mouth with a napkin, he said, “She wrote to me, you know.”
“Aunt Gertrude?”
He frowned. “No, Lady Dunley.”
“Lady Dunley wrote to you? Why?” She bristled, uncertain she wanted an answer.
“Hoping I’d persuade you to serve as her companion. Although, I confess, her missive was more forceful than hopeful or persuasive. It bordered on a command. So far as you’re set against it, I’ll not be swayed.”
Appalled, Abbie clenched her fingers. “I never thought her the interfering sort. I’ve a mind not to return. How dare she go against my will to have you force my hand!”
Her father chuckled. “No need to take it so harshly. It’s flattering, really. She values your company.”
“I find it underhanded.” Folding her napkin, she returned it to the table, her appetite lost.
“I don’t disagree, but let’s focus on the good. A viscountess finds your company worth fighting for, and that’s a fine compliment. It would do no harm to reconsider.”
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