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  Lady Brittany’s Love

  African Slaver Trilogy-Book One

  By

  Lindsay Downs

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

  No portion of this work may be reproduced in any form—print, electronic, or otherwise—nor transmitted to anyone without the express permission of the author.

  Lady Brittany’s Love

  African Slaver Trilogy

  Copyright © 2015 by Lindsay Downs

  Cover designed by Heidi Sieverding

  Edited by Rhonda Lee Carver

  Dedication

  To the brave women and men of the US Armed Forces, past present and future.

  Thank you for your service.

  Chapter One

  Bundled against the unseasonably cold wind that whipped up the snow around her feet, Lady Brittany carefully made her way down the street. Her destination-Winterbottom’s Book Emporium. She heard her lady’s maid, Aggie, huffing and puffing. The poor girl tried keeping up, but she wasn’t in the best of shape. She mumbled something inaudible under her breath.

  “Oh, stop with the complaining.” Brittany sighed.

  “I only wonder why you insisted on venturing out on such a horrid day.”

  Brittany slowed her progress so Aggie could catch up. “Mr. Winterbottom sent me a note saying the new book on Africa has arrived. If I wish to be the first to own a copy I must hurry. From what I understand, several others, gentleman in particular, have inquired about the tome.”

  “The one written by that horrible English lord you heard speak a few years back?”

  Brittany opened her mouth to respond but a gust of wind thrashed across her face, taking her breath. All she could manage was a quick head bob.

  With the weather this cold, Brittany wondered if being the first to read the tome was worth the effort. Then, she remembered the comments from Samuel, Earl of Brockworth, the previous evening at one of the balls her parents had insisted she attend and she became angrier.

  She hated attending balls. She much preferred being home and reading. While she sat bored to tears at the Underwood ball, she’d overheard a conversation that had perked her instantly…” “Ladies should be seen and not heard.”

  Wondering if she’d heard him correctly, she’d leaned closer as he continued…

  “All they can talk about is the weather while we gentlemen only need to look outside to see if it’s raining or not.” He’d received several approving grunts from the gentlemen, if she could call them such. She had used up every drop of her willpower not to tell him he was full of hot air. Brittany later learned from her bosom bow, Miss Sally Crocker, that this was the typical attitude of the men toward the current crop of ladies.

  Brittany had later told Sally, “Lord Samuel will be a lucky man if he can find a woman foolish enough to marry him. Does he realize that at least a few of us, such as you and I, have brains? We can and are willing to discuss topics of interest besides the weather.”

  So focused on the events of last eve, in particular that gentleman who spoke rudely of women, Brittany barely heard Aggie call out as she continued on the path.

  “M’ lady?”

  Brittany stopped. “What?”

  “You marched right past the emporium. Is everything all right?” Aggie’s brow furrowed.

  Brittany glanced back at her intended destination. She’d lost complete track of her location. “Um, yes. I had been ruminating about last night and this gentleman who didn’t believe ladies should have the right to think. Now, let’s collect the book on Africa and peruse what else Mr. Winterbottom might have of interest.” Brittany turned back, lifting her skirt as she climbed the brick steps leading to the oak door with elegant glass windows. She pushed through and the bell tinkled. The purveyor brought his chin up and a twinkle lit his eye.

  “My dear, Lady Brittany, always a delight having you visit my humble establishment. How wonderful that you told me of your intention to read Lord Hersey’s book.”

  A rush of excitement came over Brittany. Lord Hersey was an authority on the deepest, darkest parts of Africa. Her anticipation grew as she wondered what the men would say upon learning that she’d been able to obtain the copy before any of them.

  With a knowing smile, Brittany nodded. “Might you also have the newest from Minerva as I’ve finished the last three you sent?” she asked, taking the bag from Aggie and handing over the borrowed books to him.

  “Certainly. A new mystery arrived this morning, which I’m sure you’ll love.” Mr. Winterbottom’s smile broadened.

  Brittany and Aggie made their way to the rear of the store where long tables were stacked high with the most current releases.

  After selecting several, Brittany settled in a chair near the fireplace. The flames were to the top of the cove and warmed her immediately.

  While Brittany skimmed her books, the bell over the door tinkled several times, distracting her. She listened as one visitor asked for the book she already owned. Several visitors came and went, each time Mr. Winterbottom explained the requested tome wasn’t available but future copies would be arriving soon.

  She held her laughter as the disappointed men went to the bookshelves where the available history books were located.

  With a nod to Aggie they collected their purchases and stepped to the front of the store.

  “Well ladies, I’m happy you’ve found a few books.” Mr. Winterbottom puffed his chest out.

  “Yes, we did. I couldn’t help but overhear several gentlemen asking for the Hersey book. They seemed displeased that the book has been spoken for. I do appreciate you not mentioning that I own it,” Brittany uttered.

  “Discretion is paramount with my special customers, such as you, m’ lady. Might I inquire what, besides reading and studying the tome, your eventual goal will be?” he asked.

  “With all the manuscripts obtained over the years, I plan to compile all the information into a compendium. If future explorers find a change, they can write me. This way future editions will have the most accurate facts available,” Brittany explained.

  “That, my dear lady, is a gallant and extensive undertaking. I commend you for your perseverance. My only question, how do the earl and countess feel about your enterprise?”

  She drummed her fingers on the desk, wondering how she could answer. Neither of her parents knew of her venture. They were aware of her interest on Africa, albeit from afar, but not her wish in compiling an authoritative work on the subject.

  “I’ve not discussed the project with them as I wanted to get everything in place first. With the purchase of this new tome I will then present my desire and I hope they’ll support my efforts,” she answered in a lowered voice.

  “I wish you luck, and if you need help please call on me. I know of several people who might be interested in publishing your work,” Mr. Winterbottom said as he handed over the wrapped packages.

  ****

  As much as Lord Samuel had tried to annoy her at the ball last eve he’d failed miserably. Nothing he’d said achieved the needed anger from her which would have led to an introduction.

  Not even his friend Lord Cole had been any help as he kept agreeing with the obnoxious comments about young ladies. Now, he couldn’t remember the reason he’d enlisted his old friend to help.

  What Samuel did know, his sleep had been one of the most restless and bothersome he’d had in years. Every time he closed his eyes the image of Lady Brittany appeared. Why she took up many of his daytime thoughts and now nighttime dreams he had no idea?

  Over the past month, he’d seen her at m
any balls and even at the Royal Theater where he’d been dragged to by his mother. Of all the young ladies directed to him none had been as unique and intriguing as Lady Brittany. At one point during the evening, he had been able to get close enough to notice her eyes, which were the most distinctive he’d ever seen. One was a pale blue while the other a light green. Her smile curled the corners of her full lips. Some would mistake it as a frown, but the twinkle in her eye told of her joy. The way her light brown tresses lay upon her head, with tendrils falling around, framing her heart-shaped face.

  Her gown, as well as all of the others she’d worn, captivated him. He’d learned from his overbearing sister they were from a premier dressmaker in London. He didn’t care who the designer was except that they showed Brittany’s figure just enough to enlighten a man’s interest. She didn’t appear too thick or thin.

  Now, all he needed, the requisite introduction so he might be able to partner with her in a dance, his preference being a waltz.

  With a final glance at the clock set on his maple desk, he tossed the last of the invitations aside. Standing, he stormed out of his office to the front door. He was met there by his butler who helped him shrug into a multicaped great coat. With the wind whipping about outside he passed on his hat, but did take the fur lined gloves.

  “Stanley, upon returning with the Hersey book, I wish not to be disturbed. I’ve heard the book is the ultimate treaty on Central Africa and I want to study it in silence.”

  “Certainly, but remember your presence has been requested at the Worth recital this eve.”

  “Don’t you mean demanded by the Countess that I attend?” Samuel stated firmly.

  “If you say so, m’ lord, and I will make sure you’re not disturbed.”

  Samuel nodded, stepped out of the door then down the marble steps of his townhouse. He followed the sidewalk on Mayfair Street, toward Braxton Street and the book emporium of Mr. Winterbottom.

  Chapter Two

  Brittany placed her gloved hand on the latch and opened the door. She started to step out, but someone blocked her way.

  All that she could see was a dark charcoal grey greatcoat. “Excuse me, sir, would you please step aside so I might pass?” she demanded.

  When she realized neither a verbal response nor movement was forthcoming she put her hand on his chest and tried to push him away.

  “Sir, I don’t know who you are, but a gentleman would step aside so a lady may pass. It’s very plain to see you’re not,” she snapped, lifted her chin only to recognize him.

  She let out a groan. The man standing in her way happened to be none other than the insufferable, Lord Samuel.

  “Lady Brittany, what an unexpected pleasure meeting you here.”

  “If you say so, Lord Samuel.”

  One corner of his lips curled into a smile. It wasn’t a bad look for him. She groaned louder.

  “Forgive me, but I’m a bit astonished to see you here. I didn’t think you read books,” she huffed.

  The smile grew and she cursed the fact that her body responded. “Indeed I do, m’ lady. Many within the ton are aware you’re a bluestocking so I’m not surprised seeing you here,” he informed her with a bow.

  “M’ lord, I’m truly astonished that Mr. Winterbottom would allow your presence at such a fine establishment. I don’t believe you’ll find anything of interest to you here. From what I understand the emporium doesn’t carry books filled with certain etchings of young ladies in interesting poses. In fact, after overhearing your comments last eve I’m amazed that none of the Grand Dames haven’t sent you packing from town. Now please remove yourself so I may return home,” she demanded.

  Some of his smile disappeared as, then much to her amazement he did as requested. Brittany held her tongue until she had descended the steps. With a glance over her shoulder she saw him standing motionless, mouth slightly agape.

  “I do hope you were able to find a book or two so you won’t be lonely at the ball this eve,” he countered.

  “Of course I did.” She smiled, holding up the wrapped one she’d purchased.

  From the expression she saw in his dark brown eyes, Brittany suspected he knew exactly what she held in her hand.

  “Now, I must bid you good day, m’ lord, as you’ve detained me long enough. I’ve gowns to look at so I may decide on the perfect color for this eve. After all, isn’t that one of the few topics ladies can and are able to expound on?” she said, in anger.

  Brittany watched his mouth open, as if he pondered what to say in response. Nothing came. He finally closed his lips and shrugged his shoulders. She suspected she’d won this tiny battle.

  Turning on her heel, she took a step, only to lose her balance on a patch of ice. She felt the grasp of a large hand on her elbow preventing her from falling. She looked at the thick fingers clutching her and then up into the humored expression of Samuel. His sanctimonious grin fired her every nerve ending. Wrenching her arm free from his grasp, Brittany set her chin at a haughty angle, stiffened her back and with a nod to Aggie, started for home.

  Through the wind and cold Brittany caught the heavenly scent of fresh baked rolls as they came upon a tea room. With a glance to Aggie she cocked her head toward the shop. “The fragrance of those cinnamon buns are making me hungry. Shall we stop in for tea and a bite to eat? I’m sure soon Lord Samuel will be in a fury, rushing to find me, insisting I turn over my book to him.” Brittany smiled.

  “Aye, m’ lady. If he’s in a rage, as you suspect, he won’t be looking in the windows but concentrating on finding you on our path home. We can leisurely enjoy the offerings before returning, where then you can bury yourself in the book,” Aggie said, in a teasing tone.

  “You’re so correct. We should take a front table, thus allowing us the opportunity to giggle at his antics.” They stepped into the tea room where they were met with warmth from the fireplace.

  They were greeted with a curtsey from a short, plump, rosy-cheeked woman. A young lad, standing off to the side, shifted nervously from one foot to the other. Brittany nodded to each.

  “M’ ladies, welcome to The Sweet Bun. How may I be of assistance on this cold morning?” The bubbly woman asked, smoothing her silver hair back into the high bun.

  “A pot of tea and two of those heavenly cinnamon rolls,” Brittany replied, casting a quick look at Aggie who was hiding a smile.

  “Certainly. My son would be happy to take your pelisses,” the woman said, turning to the young boy, impatiently waving him forward.

  Once relieved of their outerwear, Brittany and Aggie took a seat, sitting at an angle so they could look out upon the street. Brittany started to unwrap her book, but thought better of it.

  Within minutes of being served their tea and rolls, Lord Samuel came into view, storming down the street. Brittany choked on a piece of the bun and drank half her tea in one gulp. Through the steam of her cup, she watched him. As she’d suspected, he wasn’t looking into the store windows for her, but ahead at the people on the sidewalk.

  “Lord Samuel didn’t waste any time,” Brittany whispered as if she feared he would hear. “I’m pleased we decided to step in here. From the angry expression on his face he’d try to kill me to get the book.”

  “I’m sorry, m’ lady, I couldn’t see but from the speed he marched along I fear you might be correct. Do you think he’s unpleased you were able to obtain the book?”

  “Oh, most definitely. After that display of anger, combined with his behavior at the book emporium, the rest of the journey home will be stimulating, to say the least.” Brittany declared calmly, then with a pewter knife and fork cut off a slice of cinnamon roll and popped it into her mouth.

  No sooner had she started eating the morsel when a thought slipped into her mind. With a glance out the window, she smiled. “With the weather so cold the earl had suggested we use a carriage for our visit, but I’d refused. I wonder if, as it’s looking like more snow, he might send one to collect us. This way, not only will
we return warmer, but without the chance of facing the potential wrath of His Lordship,” Brittany suggested.

  “If you wish I can collect the coach and come back for you?”

  “No, he saw you, which means if he catches you he might make you give up my location.” Brittany scanned the store and then she spotted the young boy, she assumed was the shop owner’s son. “I have an idea. The boy will be perfect. I’ll pen a note to father instructing him where we are and request the coach at once.”

  With a wave of her hand, Brittany brought the shop owner to the table then explained what she needed of the woman’s son.

  “Give me a chance to get him bundled in a heavy coat. As soon as you write the note I’ll send him on his way, m’ lady,” she said with a pleasing grin.

  Minutes later she watched the boy depart.

  “Aggie, we can now relax, enjoy our tea and sweet rolls for shortly, fifteen minutes at the most, we will be bundled in a warm coach.”

  Brittany cut off another bite of roll and started to put the slice in her mouth…

  “And without the Hersey book on Africa in your possession,” a man said.

  She stiffened. Brittany recognized the husky male voice and again every nerve in her body came alive. She couldn’t understand why this was happening to her, as she despised the man. But, from what she’d read in romance novels this was a normal occurrence when a young lady met the perfect gentleman. As much as she wished to laugh at the thought she refrained.

  Taking in a deep calming breath, she poured another cup of tea, taking her time. Aggie shifted and Brittany laid a hand on the maid’s arm to still her. When enough time had passed, and Brittany felt more in control, she finally turned and smiled. “Lord Samuel, I see that you’re empty handed. You didn’t find anything suitable at the book store?”

  “Lady Brittany, didn’t you hear me? A book on Africa isn’t proper reading for a lady. I’m demanding you turn it over.”

  She took a long sip of tea then looked to her maid. “Aggie, do you hear a pompous, overbearing male speaking or am I imagining things?” she said with a wink, knowing her maid would stand her stead.