Noramary came out of the parlor into the hall. Stunned by what she had just heard, she felt slightly light-headed and leaned against the closed door for a moment to steady herself. The shock of Winnie's elopement during the night had been followed by a second -- the staggering request of her foster parents that she step into her errant cousin's place as the bride of Duncan Montrose "So you see, my dear, why we must ask this of you?" Aunt Betsy's voice rang in her ears. Noramary closed her eyes, bringing back the scene that had just taken place. As her aunt had explained the dilemma Winnie's...
Noramary came out of the parlor into the hall. Stunned by what she had just heard, she felt slightly light-headed and leaned against the closed door f...
In this sequel to Valiant Bride, Lorabeth Whitaker flees England and an undesirable marriage engagement. Book 2 in the Brides of Montclair historical romance series.
In this sequel to Valiant Bride, Lorabeth Whitaker flees England and an undesirable marriage engagement. Book 2 in the Brides of Montclair historical ...
Fortune's Bride is the story of Avril Dumont, a wealthy young heiress and orphan, who gradually comes to terms with her lonely adolescence. Readers will be smitten with the charm of the old South as they follow Avril's development into womanhood, and meet the people who give her a sense of self-worth. So skillfully drawn is the plot of this romance that the reader will suffer form ongoing suspense throughout Avril's story.
Fortune's Bride is the story of Avril Dumont, a wealthy young heiress and orphan, who gradually comes to terms with her lonely adolescence. Readers wi...
In a time of social unrest, slave rebellions, and growing political dissent, Sara, once impetuous and flirtatious, learns to overcome her pride as she comes under the influence of Clayborn Montrose, scion of the Montrose family and Master of Montclair. Her unusual beauty and her independent spirit places her on a collision course with romance, frustration, disappointment, and finally, true love.
In a time of social unrest, slave rebellions, and growing political dissent, Sara, once impetuous and flirtatious, learns to overcome her pride as she...
For some reason at just that moment, Garnet glanced up at the house and thought she saw a shadowy figure standing at the window of the downstairs master bedroom in the wing Malcolm shared with Rose. With a little clutching sensations, Garnet wondered if Rose had seen her talking with Malcolm and if she minded that Garnet's had been the last farewell. Garnet shrugged and walked back into the garden. What difference did it make one way or the other? Malcolm belonged to Rose in a way he could never belong to her. All she had of Malcolm were memories of by-gone days. Suddenly she remembered...
For some reason at just that moment, Garnet glanced up at the house and thought she saw a shadowy figure standing at the window of the downstairs m...
Book 7 of the Brides of Montclair series is the continuing story of Blythe Dorman, the wife of Malcolm Montrose. As Blythe struggles to pick up the pieces of her life, she must meet challenges and make choices as the woman she has become.
Book 7 of the Brides of Montclair series is the continuing story of Blythe Dorman, the wife of Malcolm Montrose. As Blythe struggles to pick up the pi...
The heroine of Destiny's Bride is Druscilla Montrose, who becomes governess to her two motherless little cousins, a difficult decision because of the suspicions and accusations of family and friends that Randall might have been responsible for his wife's death. Here against the romantic background of nineteenth-century Europe, Druscilla's choices bring her into conflicts of loyalty, challenges of faith and duty, and threatened danger, as well as romance.
The heroine of Destiny's Bride is Druscilla Montrose, who becomes governess to her two motherless little cousins, a difficult decision because of the ...
The lake held special memories of her times with Jeff. Here they had spent hours talking, feeding the swans, and skipping pebbles across the smooth surface, creating circles within circles. One afternoon in particular Faith remembered. Jeff had kissed her. It was their first real kiss. In it were all Faith's dreams, her longings, her hopes, her loyalty and love. "Don't ever stop believing in me," Jeff begged. "I promise, I never will," she had whispered. Did Jeff remember that day? For Faith, that day, that kiss, that promise were a treasured memory, cherished as a special bond between them...
The lake held special memories of her times with Jeff. Here they had spent hours talking, feeding the swans, and skipping pebbles across the smooth su...
"Why, Cara, why did you do it?" "Maybe no one wants to see me as I really am. Maybe in this family it isn't all right to be different. And I am different, Kitty, whether anyone wants to admit it or not." "But, Cara, --it just seems like tonight you set out deliberately to cause trouble." "Even you don't understand, do you, Kitty?" "I do, I mean I'm trying to. You're my twin, I want to understand " "Yes, I know we're twins, but who am I?" demanded Cara hotly. "We're not like paper dolls cut out of the same cardboard " Although identical in appearance, the Cameron twins were dramatically...
"Why, Cara, why did you do it?" "Maybe no one wants to see me as I really am. Maybe in this family it isn't all right to be different. And I am differ...
"You see I must go, don't you, Kitty?" Kip asked. Everything in her cried out, No, I don't understand. What about her dreams, her desires, the life they had planned together? Then she remembered the epitaph on the head-stone in the old hillside cemetery, the one that had made such a lasting impression on her: "What I gave, I have; what I spent, I saved, What I kept, I lost." It had been true a hundred years ago, and it was just as true now. If she did not let Kip go freely, he would go anyway, and she would lose him. You could not keep what did not want to be kept. Eventually Kip would be...
"You see I must go, don't you, Kitty?" Kip asked. Everything in her cried out, No, I don't understand. What about her dreams, her desires, the life th...