More than she bargained for
Danielle Galloway is determined to visit her convalescing brother. She won't let her father's lack of permission stand in her way. Disguising herself as Danny, a servant boy, she takes to the road to begin her grand adventure...only to have her money stolen and her face battered by street ruffians. Now how will she get to the resort town of Bath?

More than he bargained for
The Earl of Trelaine rescues a down-on-his-luck young lad. Against his better judgment, he takes Danny on as his page as he journeys to Bath. But this boy harbors a shocking secret. What's the earl going to do when he discovers his latest act of kindness might hurl him into the parson's mousetrap?

REVIEW

2008 Awe-Struck Regency Winner

5 Angels!

Worried about her brother, gently born Danielle Galloway decides to disguise herself as a boy and travel across the country to check on him. This plan doesn't work so well. The gullible girl immediately gets accosted by street kids. They beat her and steal her travel money. Edward, the new Earl of Trelaine, comes across her unconscious body. As they are both traveling to Bath, he, out of pity and concern, appoints Danny as his temporary page. He is disturbed to find himself attracted to his prissy new page.

Regency fans will recognize the storyline. A lady disguised as a boy. A lord attracted to the disguised girl. The high jinx that ensues. Except there are enough twists and turns from the standard story to keep Paging Miss Galloway interesting. Edward knows from the start his new page isn't who he/she seems. Danielle manages to get her own self out of messes. Her brother is not an admirable person.

Their love story works also. Being a former naval man, Edward naturally feels more comfortable around a rough and tumble miss. Danielle, often ignored while growing up, appreciates being spoken to as one of the guys. I could see these two growing old together.

Reviewed by: Kimber
Fallen Angel Reviews.

EXCERPT

The earl leaned his head forward. "Time to wash my hair. Pour the water."

Danielle struggled with the heavy bucket, and as she poured, he ran the bar of soap over his hair. Wisps of steam rose up from the hip bath, enveloping them both.

"Use the pitcher now to rinse," he ordered.

The brass pitcher was easier to pour, and soon his hair was clean.

Without warning, he stood, dripping water back into the bath. Then he stepped out. She blindly rushed for a thick Turkish towel and for his dressing gown. Hurrying back to him, all the while averting her gaze, she helped him into the robe.

As he tied the belt, he exclaimed, "Begad! Every blasted bone in my body feels as if I served time on an infamous torture rack. I shall sleep well tonight."

Danielle kept quiet. She'd managed to accomplish her tasks without violating Lord Trelaine's privacy. She congratulated herself.

He strode to the bed. "I shall retire now, Danny."

She rushed over and pulled back the bedsheets.

"Be a good lad and dispose of the hip bath. The remaining bucket of water is for you to wash off your travel dirt. Or use the hip bath, if you prefer."

Danielle eyed the water bucket, then the earl. She desperately needed a wash, but however could she manage it?

Before she could blink, he slipped under the covers without the benefit of his dressing gown. Nor a nightshirt. He rested matter-of-factly, on the mattress, in only the clothes God had given him.

Goodness! She couldn't help a fierce flush from burning her face. In all her twenty years on earth, she never had such an excessively bizarre day as she had today.

Then again, she'd never been dressed as a boy before.