Follow our Telegram channel to get notified instantly whenever new books are published.
A Midsummer Nights Kiss – Kate Bateman

White-haired Lady Snaresbrook was watching them from a folding garden chair, loudly offering unsolicited advice, much to the apparent embarrassment of her companion, Miss Cecily Grimshaw. Kitty finally spotted Charles walking along one of the gravel-lined paths in the direction of the maze and hurried to intercept him. “Good morning.” Charles jumped. He clapped one hand to his blue silk waistcoat, directly over his heart, and she bit back a smile.
Doubtless he was wary of people sneaking up on him, after last night. “Miss Worth, you startled me!” “I’m sorry.” They began a slow promenade along the walk in the direction of the maze. He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Before you say anything, please, let me apologize for failing to meet you last night.” Kitty adopted what she hoped was a guileless expression. “What happened?” His features creased into a frown. “You probably won’t believe this, but I was locked in a broom cupboard!”
She smothered a laugh at his outrage. “But that’s terrible! Who would play such a cruel trick?” She held her breath, waiting for him to condemn James, but he merely shook his head. “I never saw. It was dark, but whoever it was, they were a beast of a man.” He glanced up and down the narrow path, as if to make sure they were completely alone, and lowered his voice even more. “Or maybe not a man at all.” His brow crinkled. “This might sound foolish, Miss Worth, but I rather think the presence that attacked me might have been .
. . not quite human.” With an encouraging lift of his brows, he waited for her to be suitably intrigued. “You think you were attacked by some kind of ghost, Mister Willingham?” she managed. He nodded and rubbed his jaw.
A Midsummer Night’s Kiss is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2026 by Kate Bateman All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
No generative AI was used in the writing of this work. No AI Training: Without in any way limiting the author’s [and publisher’s] exclusive rights under copyright, any use of this publication to “train” generative artificial intelligence (AI) technologies to generate text is expressly prohibited. The author reserves all rights to license uses of this work for generative AI training and development of machine learning language models. 1kitap1.com/en “The course of true love never did run smooth.” ― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream 1kitap1.com/en “T Chapter One here you are, Kitty!
I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Kitty Worth turned to find her best friend, Gwyn Hambly, looking unusually harried. “You’ve found me. What’s wrong?” “Please say know something about bees.” “Bees? Why?” “Because we’re in dire need of honey. Mr. Drake, who usually looks after the hives, has had one of his funny turns, Jarvis is getting the gardens ready for the wedding, and none of the other servants know anything about it.” Kitty held up her hand to stop the flow of panicked explanations.
“I’d be happy to help.” Gwyn heaved a comical sigh of relief. “You’re an angel, thank you!” She shot a quick glance at Kitty’s dress. “Will you need to change?” “Oh no, this has long sleeves. It should be fine. But I usually wear a bonnet with a veil to keep the bees away from my face. Can you lend me something?
I’ll go and fetch my leather gloves.” “Of course.” Five minutes later Kitty was armed with a battered straw bonnet and a basket filled with a cotton cloth, and a large stoneware jar for the honey. “And look at this!” Gwyn beamed, obviously delighted with her own ingenuity. “Leftover gauze from a ballgown I wore at Christmas.
This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.
Book Information
- Unique ID: 37aa0e3a17e267a9
- File Extension: .pdf
- File Size: 1,069,662 bytes (1.02 MB)
- Title: –
- Author: Unknown
- Pages: 98
- Language: English (en)
Reading & Word Statistics
- Estimated Reading Time: 119.04 minutes
- Total Words: 23,808
- Total Characters: 134,506
- Average Words per Page: 242.94
- Average Characters per Page: 1372.51
Most Frequent Words
kitty (147), james (135), back (87), like (78), he’d (74), she’d (67), charles (67), kiss (57), one (55), made (51), lips (46), head (46), eyes (42), love (40), time (40), now (39), face (38), around (36), man (36), heart (36), it’s (36), smile (35), said (35), felt (34), make (34), think (33), see (32), against (32), didn’t (31), little (31), i’m (30), even (30), still (30), arms (29), let (29), don’t (29), never (28), away (28), right (28), look (27), want (27), behind (27), kissed (27), turned (26), know (26), sent (26), thought (26), wasn’t (26), wanted (26), himself (26), hand (25), another (25), gave (25), good (25), chest (25), breath (25), much (25), get (24), between (24), hair (24), couldn’t (24), last (24), pressed (23), caught (23), body (23), fingers (23), kitap (22), com (22), chapter (22), hadn’t (22), always (22), way (21), honey (21), woman (21), going (21), slid (21), side (20), castle (20), hands (20), mouth (20), almost (20), andrew (20), tower (20), you’re (19), i’ll (19), path (19), james’s (19), that’s (19), well (19), course (18), something (18), nothing (18), every (18), laugh (18), believe (18), gwyn (17), say (17), really (17), pulled (17), herself (17).
