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Encounter With an Adventurer
Encounter With an Adventurer
Encounter With an Adventurer
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Encounter With an Adventurer

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Miss Lucinda Potts is in desperate need for an escape from her brother's home. When a handsome stranger suggests in passing that she should leave England in search of adventure, she becomes enthralled with the idea.

Andrew Yeats, the prodigal and scandalous Viscount Brookfield, never thought the delightful Miss Potts would take his suggestion about international adventure to heart, but she's done just that. Guilt and concern over her safety plague him, and Drew becomes just as determined to save the lady as she is for her escape.

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PublisherAva Stone
Release dateSep 7, 2013
ISBN9781301853267
Encounter With an Adventurer
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Ava Stone

Ava Stone is a USA Today bestselling author of Regency historical romance and college age New Adult romance. Whether in the 19th Century or the 21st, her books explore deep themes but with a light touch. A single mother, Ava lives outside Raleigh NC, but she travels extensively, always looking for inspiration for new stories and characters in the various locales she visits.

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    Encounter With an Adventurer - Ava Stone

    Chapter 1

    The British Museum – April 1816

    Andrew Yeats, Viscount Brookfield, didn’t have to look long or hard to find his quarry. As soon as he stepped over the threshold into the museum’s reading room, he spotted his friend sitting close to the door, his nose in a book, apparently oblivious to anyone and everything around him.

    Drew bit back a smile as he said, "So this is where Scotsmen go and hide to avoid paying their debts."

    Ian MacLaren, the Earl of Ericht, bolted upright in his wooden chair and turned his surprised gaze to Drew, just a few feet away. I sent over a bank draft yesterday. Ye didn’t receive it?

    Drew flashed his friend a wide grin. I just thought you might like to start paying me in advance. Might make it easier on you in the end.

    Ye can go to hell, Ian replied without heat. Then he shook his head. Yer uncle was the unluckiest fellow I ever known. Are ye sure ye’re related?

    Drew’s stomach twisted at the mention of his late uncle. Unfortunately, he was related to the man, more closely than anyone knew, however. Thank God for that last bit. Being George Yeats’ nephew was bad enough. If anyone knew Drew was the villain’s bastard, his life wouldn’t be worth living.

    Forcing down the bile that rose up in his throat whenever his uncle was mentioned, Drew shrugged. Must get all my luck from my mother’s family. Though that was far from the truth too. His mother had never experienced a lucky day in her life, as far as he was aware. Luck, apparently, was not something one could inherit. I wanted to see if you were heading down to Albourne’s tomorrow. I’ve got an extra seat in my coach.

    Ian shook his head. I promised Elspeth I’d escort her to Lady Staveley’s ball tomorrow.

    Drew couldn’t help but chuckle. If there was one place he couldn’t picture the burly Scot it was attending a marriage mart ball. In fact, his friend had avoided such events as though they were the plague. Lose a bet with your sister? he guessed.

    Finally gave in to her wailing and constant pleading. Ian snorted. And she’s easier to please than Catriona. God save me when that little imp is old enough to attend these damned affairs.

    Well, perhaps your luck will change, and you’ll meet the lady of your dreams tomorrow night then, Drew teased.

    So she can spend the half of my fortune I havena already lost to ye? Ian folded his arms across his chest. Nay, I’d sooner stick my own spoon in the wall.

    Before Drew could reply to that, a waspish voice echoed in the corridor behind him. You are the most willful girl in existence, a woman complained. For the last time, stand up straight!

    He and Ian exchanged a surprised look before Drew glanced over his shoulder to find a tall, plump, and scowling woman yanking the arm of a much more petite lady.

    "I am standing up straight," the smaller lady bit out, her brown curls bobbing up and down as the chit thrust her chin upward, petulantly standing her ground against her tormentor. She did have spirit, Drew would give her that. The girl was also quite lovely with warm hazel eyes and a heart-shaped face. She hardly looked like the most willful girl in existence. She looked more like a lively pixie or charming sprite.

    You’re so short one can hardly tell, the imposing harridan returned.

    I suppose all I can do is pray for height then, the pretty brunette replied cheekily, as there’s not much else I can do about the situation.

    The plump woman’s face turned a bit red as she sucked in half the museum’s air and narrowed her eyes to little slits. If you think you’ll find a husband with that smart tongue of yours, you’d better think again, missie. Then she yanked the girl forward. We’re already late. Stop dawdling.

    And then the two of them disappeared down the corridor.

    And that, my friend, is the other reason to avoid marriage, Ian said, coming to stand beside Drew.

    The girl was lovely, Drew replied, still staring in the direction the two ladies had departed.

    Aye, but the other one… Ian whistled. Ye never know when ye’ll wake up next to the other one, and then ye’re trapped the rest of yer days.

    Drew turned his attention back to his friend. There was no reason to resist one’s fate so determinedly. Fate was, after all, fate. You know your mother will require an heir at some point, don’t you?

    Ian cringed. Why did ye have to ruin a perfectly fine day?

    A perfectly fine day?

    The Scot huffed. Why do ye think I come here to read?

    Like all frugal Scotsmen, you don’t want to spend money on a library of your own?

    His friend scowled in response. I have a nicely stocked library at home, I’ll have ye know. But I’ve also got a mother and two sisters making my verra existence a miserable one. And now ye’ve reminded me I’m going to have to marry one of those creatures someday. Ye’re a black-hearted blackguard, Andrew Yeats.

    Drew chuckled. He couldn’t help it. I didn’t tell you anything you didn’t already know, Ian MacLaren.

    Nay, but ye reminded me of it, and that’s just as bad.

    Well, you can always delay your fate if you want to abandon Lady Elspeth and head to Sussex with me tomorrow night instead.

    Ian scoffed. Ye don’t know the first thing about female relations, Drew. I’ve promised those women I’ll take them, and if I don’t do so, they’ll make my life even more miserable than it is now. I’ll have to abandon my own home. I’ll have to find a new place to live. It’s not worth the trouble.

    You wouldn’t be prone to Scottish exaggerations, now would you? Drew grinned.

    Ach! Ian shook his head. "Look at ye, just standing here. Not a care in the world. I ought to make ye come with me to the

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