A Proper Lady's Gypsy Lover

By Juliet Chastain

Dragged off to London kicking and screaming, to become a proper young lady, Lucy-Anne Spencer rebels. She doesn't want the suitable husband she is supposed to find but longs instead for the Gypsy lad and the freedom she once loved

Liberty Wood never forgot the girl he once loved, but now that she has become a proper, silk-clad member of high society while he lives by his wits, he knows that they can never breach the gulf between them. Or can they?

This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Feb 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781772337211

Juliet Chastain

Fashion writer and photographer, Juliet Chastain says that, in a way, writing fiction is like fashion photography. You have a few elements—the models and the clothes in photography, maybe a character and a couple ideas in fiction—and you make them into an interesting story. Juliet loves to tell stories and if she isn't doing it with the camera she's doing it with her keyboard.

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A PROPER LADY’S GYPSY LOVER

Gypsy Lovers, 1

Juliet Chastain

Copyright © 2016

Chapter One

Liberty, she screamed. Liberty, help me! She couldn’t believe it. Her own papa had taken tight hold of her arm and was dragging her to the carriage where the two old ladies, her aunts, sat waiting.

Papa, let me go! I want to stay here with you! Please let me stay. Lucy-Ann pulled desperately against her father's firm grip as she struggled to dig her heels into the ground.

No, The Honorable Joseph Taylor said gruffly as he huffed and puffed. Come on, Daughter, be a good girl now. Your aunts are going to teach you to be a young lady. They’ll help you catch a good husband.

Really, Lucy-Ann, said Lady Louisa Langdon from the window of the coach. You are making a terrible display of yourself. What will the servants think?

Mr. Taylor kept only three servants. The housekeeper and the cook were both weeping loudly and the gardener was coughing and sighing. Although Mr. Taylor had ordered them to drag Lucy-Ann to the carriage, they all stood immobile, their mouths agape.

Joseph, this is the result of your negligence, Lady Langdon, Lucy-Ann's Aunt Louisa, said through gritted teeth to her brother. For almost eighteen years you have let her run around like a wild thing, allowing Gypsy children as companions, never teaching her how to be a proper young lady. I told you years ago to remarry and to get a governess for the child. I told you no good would come of it if you continued as you were. But all you could think about were your ridiculous beetles and writing those books that heaven knows not a soul has read.

Mr. Taylor stopped pulling, although he kept an iron grip on Lucy-Ann’s arm. May I remind you, Louisa, that the Geographical Society invited me to lecture and two of the members said they had enjoyed the observations in my books. Why the president himself said...

Aunt Louisa sighed. My dear Joseph, get the child into the carriage.

I am no child! Lucy-Ann cried. I do not want to go with you. I do not want a husband. I already know who I want to marry.

My dear! Aunt Louisa sounded appalled. There is no one in this neighborhood of sufficient social standing. You are, after all, the granddaughter of an earl.

I don’t care. Let me go, Papa. I’ll marry Liberty and be no bother to anyone.

Joseph! Aunt Louisa sounded very annoyed now. Who is...

Mr. Taylor waved his free arm. He’s a Gypsy lad. A band of them come every August to help with the harvest. They're in the field right now. Intelligent boy, knows a lot about beetles actually...

Aunt Louisa frowned deeply and turned quite pink. "Completely unsuitable company for a young lady of good