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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.


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.


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.



Autumn Visitors

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Quantock Hills, Somersetshire, late October 1848

Kate wandered through the burial ground beside St. Mary the Virgin Church in Holford. When she was a little girl, the red stone structure lay derelict, known to be haunted by a Roman Catholic priest who had refused conversion and then executed during the reign of Henry VIII; a lesser known martyr of the Reformation. Recently rebuilt and refurnished the church appeared neat and proper, but the burial markers still proved somewhat eerie, especially at this time of year as the days grew shorter and nature prepared for winter. Kate spent a few minutes considering the lichen covered gravestones, and wondered what noble knights lay beneath. She gathered the skirt…

Wookey Wonders


Wells, Somersetshire, October 1848

“You’re doing it again!”


“That face.”

“What face?” Kate swivelled and examined her distorted reflection in the glass of a window.

“You’re not doing it now,” Jane snapped. “You’ve stopped.”

“Doing what?”

“You pout, or purse your lips, and raise your eyebrows, and cock your head, looking very doubtful! It’s not an acceptable expression, especially when your mother is stating an opinion!”

“I was thinking, not doubting,” Kate said sincerely, hoping to calm her step-mother.

A beautiful autumn morning, they stood bathed in sunshine by the front door of the Swan Hotel in the town of Wells where they had…

Visiting The Waldegraves


Hastings, early September 1848

Kate slaved over her sketches, including small details, in a desire to convince her brother that every control of a steam-carriage should be within easy reach of the driver. She felt certain these changes to his designs were absolutely necessary to mitigate future accidents.

“Hello!” Phoebe called as she entered the workshop office. “What are you doing?”

“A drawing for your dear husband,” Kate replied. “He asked me to pilot his carriage again in two days, but I’m insisting on some alterations.”

“May I sit with you awhile?”

“Of course! Please.”

“The children are having a nap,” Phoebe said while shifting a stool and settling beside Kate…

Infernal Machines

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Hastings, early September 1848

“Stay still.”

“For how long?”

“Don’t talk,” Kate insisted, steadying the device on her knee. “It causes a blur. All right… one, two, three, four… there. You may move now.”

“My word.” Phoebe looked up from her needlepoint. “You managed to do this with the children?”

“I did.” Kate smiled at her sister-in-law. “Little Jack was very good. I captured Connie whilst she slept.”

“She’s my sweet angel,” Phoebe sighed. “Are you still going to the workshop this morning?”

“Yes.” Kate glanced at the mantle clock. “Now.” She eased the plate from the device and slipped it into a special envelope. “Maybe we could talk about Hugh Grosvenor later?”

“Of course. I’m sorry we haven’t had time yet. You can tell…