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The Thrilling Tales of a Remarkable Young Lady

Kate had just come into society, not yet sixteen, the daughter of an earl, when she unknowingly became a courier for the British Secret Service. Then, through circumstances and desire, their first Lady clandestine operative, carrying out tasks from 1849 to 1855.

Discover a little about those missions of high adventure. Join Kate as she uses her intellect, charm, and aplomb, and her brother's fantastic inventions, to work her way through each desperate situation.

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Kate Tattersall Adventures in India, late Autumn 1849

In which the Adventuress, flushed with her early success, takes on a much more perilous tasking that would have been far beyond most ladies, or men, of her day.

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Kate Tattersall Adventures in Ireland, Spring and Summer 1850

In which the Adventuress adopts a new disguise, experiences failure, and out of necessity acts most unladylike.

Content Advisory

Similar to the sensational Penny Dreadfuls of the Victorian era, these adventures contain mature themes and violence. We recommend them as suitable for young adults, and adults of all ages who are young at heart.

 



 
Sep
2

Facing Mortality

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Haverholme Priory, Lincolnshire, 8 July 1848

“I hope this goes well,” Lord Beaufort murmured to no one in particular as he glanced out a rain-streaked coach window.

Kate, sitting across from her father, perceived the concern in his voice and closed her book. She raised an eyebrow and stared at her father’s face, inviting conversation. What is it?

“Did you enjoy our visit with the Heathcotes?” he asked softly, obviously in a desire not to wake Jane and the maids, who were dozing.

“Very much,” Kate whispered. “I like the old baronet. Were we there for me to meet his grandson?”

“Not particularly, although he seems a decent lad.”

“I thought so. He’s attending Trinity College. I remember visiting Grimsthorpe before, a long…

Aug
28

Another Midsummer Steeplechase

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Somersetshire, 21 June 1848

Hoof beats thundered all around. Kate glanced through her mud spattered veil over a shoulder. Four… no, six riders in close pursuit. Their mounts look tired. A large man on a superb chestnut stallion rode to her side. I recognise him and his horse from last year. I think they won. He’ll soon be making a move. Ahead were five racers, throwing up clumps of dirt, the surface of the road compromised by overnight torrents of rain. Everything is going as planned. I’m in good position. There’s that lane on the right. Almost time to leave the road!

The previous day Kate had scouted the route several times and decided upon a bold tactic. By…

Jun
4

Cruel Streets

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London, early June 1848

“There they are!” Kate exclaimed, shifting forward in her seat. “Stop here!”

“Where, my lady?”

“Here!” Kate insisted. She craned her neck to catch another glimpse through the traffic. “They’re on the other side of the street. Please stop and let me out!”

“I don’t see the coach,” the driver replied.

Riding in an open landau, Kate had impatiently searched the crowds along the length of Bond Street (Old and New) twice already expecting to find their coach and by extension her step-mother and her maid, Miss Pierce. She knew Jane would be shopping for lace, but also visiting other shops. Kate travelled without her maid as Isabel…

May
14

Of Mice, Cats, & Lions

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London, 14 May 1848

“I think, perhaps… I should stay home.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Why?”

“Because…” Kate turned away from her step-mother and examined herself in a mirror. Since the Lovelace’s dinner party almost three weeks previously she had felt apprehension whenever venturing outside of their London house. They had attended a couple small Royal Society lectures, and gone to The Punch Bowl for a luncheon, but this would be the first time Kate truly entered society since the Lovelace’s dinner party. Kate thought her face showed some signs of worry, a frown and a sadness around her eyes. “What if Mr. Roylance is there?”

“Pish!” Jane burst derisively. “That scapegrace, no matter how charming, would never be invited to an…