The Hostage (Great Chicago Fire Trilogy Series #1)

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Deborah Sinclair is a beautiful, accomplished young heiress with a staggering dowry. But her fortune does her no good when, one horrible night, Chicago is engulfed in flames.

Tom Silver will walk through fire to avenge a terrible injustice—and he may have to. But when he makes Deborah a pawn in his revenge, the heat of the inferno fades next to the attraction he feels for his captive. And the further he takes her from everything she's known, the stronger their passion grows, ...

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Deborah Sinclair is a beautiful, accomplished young heiress with a staggering dowry. But her fortune does her no good when, one horrible night, Chicago is engulfed in flames.

Tom Silver will walk through fire to avenge a terrible injustice—and he may have to. But when he makes Deborah a pawn in his revenge, the heat of the inferno fades next to the attraction he feels for his captive. And the further he takes her from everything she's known, the stronger their passion grows, until it threatens to consume them both.

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Kathe Robin
In The Hostage, Susan Wiggs masterfully combines real historical events with a powerful captive/captor romance and deep emotions. She draws readers in with her strong writing style and memorable characters. Once more, Ms. Wiggs demonstrates her ability to bring readers a story to savor that has them impatiently awaiting each new novel.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780778327844
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 6/29/2010
  • Series: Great Chicago Fire Trilogy Series, #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 443
  • Product dimensions: 6.86 (w) x 4.32 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Susan Wiggs has won many awards for her work, including a RITA from Romance Writers of America. She has also published with a number of houses, including Avon, HarperCollins, Warner and MIRA Books.

In addition to being a militant romance writer, a feminist, a guilt-ridden mother and a perfect wife, Susan Wiggs grows mutant tomatoes, speaks French, and plays the cello. Her hobbies are reading, traveling the world and Fair Isle knitting. She lives on an island in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, her daughter, and the world's most ill-mannered Airedale. Although she has convinced her family that toiling away at a writing career makes her a candidate for martyrdom, she secretly believes it's the second-most fun to be had.

Wiggs, a Harvard graduate, confesses that a book once saved her sanity. Trapped at Barcelona Airport during an airline strike, she vividly remembers savoring every lush, escapist word of a romance novel. Ever since, it has been her quest to write the sort of books people cling to in crowded airports, or whenever life gets too crazy.

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"What's the matter with Deborah?" asked Phoebe Palmer, standing in the middle of a cluttered suite of rooms at Miss Emma Wade Boylan's School for Young Ladies. Lacy petticoats and beribboned unmentionables littered the divans and ottomans of the fringed, beaded and brocaded salon. "She won't even let her maid in to attend her," Phoebe added.

"I'll see what's keeping her." Lucy Hathaway pushed open the door to an adjoining chamber. Deborah's dress, which she had worn to Aiken's Opera House the previous night, lay slumped in a heap of tulle and silk on the floor. A mound of sheets lay scattered over the bed, while the smell of expensive perfume and despair hung in the air.

"Deborah, are you all right?" Lucy asked softly. She went to the window, parting the curtain to let in a bit of the waning evening light. In the distance, some of the taller buildings and steeples of distant Chicago stabbed the horizon. The sky was tinged dirty amber by the smoke and soot of industry. But closer to Amberley Grove, the genteel suburb where the school was located, the windswept evening promised to be a lovely one.

"Deborah, we've been pestering you for hours to get ready. Aren't you coming with us tonight?" Lucy persisted. Though the engagement bore the humble name of an evangelical reading, everyone knew it was simply an excuse for the cream of society to get together on the Sabbath. Though weighty spiritual issues might be discussed, lighter matters such as gossip and romance would be attended to with appropriate religious fervor. Tonight's particular social event had an added drama that had set tongues to wagging all week long. The intensely desired Dylan Kennedy was looking for a wife.

"Please, dear," Lucy said. "You're scaring me, and ordinarily nothing scares me."

Huddled on the bed, Deborah couldn't find the words to allay her friend's concern. She was trying to remember what her life had been like just twenty-four hours ago. She was trying to recall just who she was, tallying up the pieces of herself like items in a ledger book. A cherished only daughter. Fiancée of the most eligible man in Chicago. A privileged young woman poised on the threshold of a charmed life.

Everything had fallen apart last night, and she had no idea how to put it all back together.

"Make her hurry, do," Phoebe said, waltzing in from the next room with a polished silk evening dress pressed to her front. "Miss Boylan's coach will call for us in half an hour. Imagine! Dylan Kennedy is finally going to settle on a wife." She preened in front of a freestanding cheval glass, patting her glossy brown hair. "Isn't that deliciously romantic?"

"It's positively barbaric," said Lucy. "Why should we be paraded in front of men like horses at auction?"

"Because," Kathleen O'Leary said, joining them in Deborah's chamber, "Miss Boylan promised you would all be there. Three perfect young ladies," she added with a touch of Irish irony. She reached for the curtain that shrouded the bed. "Are you all right, then, miss?" she asked. "I've been trying like the very devil to attend to you all day." The maid put out a pale, nervous hand and patted the miserable mound of blankets.

Deborah felt assaulted by her well-meaning friends. She wanted to yell at them, tell them to leave her alone, but she had no idea how to assert her own wishes. No one had ever taught her to behave in such a fashion; it was considered unladylike in the extreme. She shrank back into the covers and pretended not to hear.

"She doesn't answer," Lucy said, her voice rising with worry.

"Please, Deborah," Phoebe said. "Talk to us. Are you ill?"

Deborah knew she would have no peace until she surrendered. With slow, painstaking movements, she made herself sit up, leaning against a bank of Belgian linen pillows. Three faces, as familiar as they were dear to her, peered into hers. They looked uncommonly beautiful, perhaps because they were all so different. Black-haired Lucy, carrot-topped Kathleen and Phoebe with her light brown curls. Their faces held the winsome innocence and anticipation Deborah herself had felt only yesterday.

"I'm not ill," she said softly, in a voice that barely sounded like her own.

"You look like hell," Lucy said with her customary bluntness.

Because I have been there.

"I'll send for the doctor." Kathleen started toward the door.

"No!" Deborah's sharp voice stopped the maid in her tracks. A doctor was unthinkable. "That is," she forced herself to say, "I assure you, I am not in the least bit ill." To prove her point, she forced herself out of bed and stood barefoot in the middle of the room.

"Well, that's a relief." With brisk bossiness, Phoebe took her hand and gave it a friendly, aggressive tug. Deborah stumbled along behind her and stepped into the brightly lit salon.

"I imagine you're simply overcome because you'll be a married woman a fortnight from now." Phoebe dropped her hand and smiled dreamily. "You are so fabulously lucky. How can you keep to your bed at such a magical time? If I were engaged to the likes of Philip Ascot, I should be pacing the carpets with excitement. The week before my sister married Mr. Vanderbilt, my mother used to joke that she needed an anchor to keep her feet on the ground."

Deborah knew Phoebe didn't mean for the words to hurt. Deborah was a motherless daughter, the saddest sort of creature on earth, and at a time like this the sense of loss gaped like an unhealed wound. She wondered what a young woman with a mother would do in this situation.

"So," Lucy said, "let's hurry along. We don't want to be late."

Through a fog of indifference, Deborah surveyed the suite cluttered with combs, atomizers, lacy underclothes, ribbons, masses of petticoats—a veritable explosion of femininity. It was the sort of scene that used to delight her, but everything was different now. Suddenly these things meant nothing to her. She had the strangest notion of being encased in ice, watching her friends through a wavy, frozen wall. The sense of detachment and distance hardened with each passing moment. She used to be one of the young ladies of Miss Boylan's famous finishing school, merry and certain of her place in the glittering world of Chicago's debutantes. It all seemed so artificial now, so pointless. She felt alienated from her friends and from the contented, foolish girl she used to be.

"And what about you, dear Kathleen? " Phoebe asked, aiming a pointed glance at the red-haired maid. Phoebe took every chance to remind Kathleen that she was merely the hired help, there at the sufferance of more privileged young women like herself. "What do you plan to do tonight?"

Kathleen O'Leary's face turned crimson. She had the pale almost translucent skin of her Irish heritage, and it betrayed every emotion. "You've left me a fine mess to be tidying up, miss. And won't that keep me busy 'til cock-crow." Saucy as ever, she exaggerated her brogue on purpose.

"You should come with us, Kathleen." Lucy, whose family had raised her to be a free thinker, didn't care a fig for social posturing, but she knew that important people would be attending. The politicians, industrialists and social reformers were valuable contacts for her cause—rights for women.

"Really, Lucy," scolded Phoebe. "Only the best people in town are invited. Dr. Moody's readings are strictly for—"

"The invitation was extended to every young lady at Miss Boylan's," Lucy, who was both wealthy and naive enough to be an egalitarian, reminded her.

"Stuff and nonsense," Kathleen said, her blush deepening.

"Perhaps you should attend," Phoebe said, a calculating gleam in her eye. "It might be fun to surprise everyone with a lady of mystery."

The old Deborah would have joined in the ruse with pleasure. Lively, intelligent Kathleen always added a sense of fun to the sometimes tedious routine of social climbing. But it was all too much to think about now, and she passed a shaking hand over her forehead. The celluloid hairpins she hadn't bothered to remove last night exaggerated the headache that made her grit her teeth. The pain hammered so hard at her temples that the pins seemed to pulse with a life of their own.

"Phoebe's right, Kathleen," Lucy was saying. "It'll be such fun. Please come."

"I've not a stitch to wear that wouldn't mark me as an imposter," Kathleen said, but the protest failed to mask the yearning in her voice. She had always harbored an endless fascination with high society.

"Yes, you have." Deborah forced herself out of her torpor. "You shall wear my new dress. I won't be needing it."

"Your Worth gown?" Phoebe demanded. At her father's insistence, Deborah's gowns all came from the Salon de Lumière in Paris. "For mercy's sake, you've never even worn it yourself."

"I'm not going." Deborah kept her voice as calm as she could even though she felt like screaming. "I must go into the city to see my father." She wasn't sure when she had made the decision, but there it was. She had a matter of utmost importance to discuss with him, and she could not put it off any longer.

"You can't go into the city tonight," Phoebe said. "Don't be silly. Who would chaperone you?"

"Just come with us," Lucy said, her voice gentle. "Come to the reading, and we'll take you to see your father afterward. Philip Ascot will be in attendance, won't he? He'll be expecting you. What on earth shall we tell him?"

The name of her fiancé rushed over Deborah like a chill wind. "I'll send my regrets."

"You aren't yourself at all." Lucy touched her arm, her light brush of concern almost powerful enough to shatter Deborah. "We shall go mad with worry if you don't tell us what's wrong."

Phoebe stuck out her foot so Kathleen could button her kid leather boot. "Was it last night's opera? You were fine when you left, but you stayed in bed all day long. Didn't you like Don Giovanni?"

Deborah turned away, a wave of nausea rolling over her. The notes of the Mozart masterpiece were forever burned into her.

"It's your bloody flux, isn't it?" Kathleen whispered, ignoring Phoebe's boot. "You've always suffered with the heavy pains. Let me stay behind and fix you a posset."

"It's not the flux," Deborah said.

Lucy planted her palm flat against the door. "This isn't like you. If something's wrong, you should tell us, dear."

Nothing's wrong. She tried to eke out the words, but they wouldn't come, because they were a lie. Everything was wrong and nothing could ever be the same. But how did she explain that, even to her best friends?

"It's of a private nature," she said faintly. "Please. I'll explain it all when I return."

"Oh, so you're going to be mysterious, are you?" Phoebe sputtered. "You're just trying to make yourself the center of attention, if you ask me."

"No one asked you," Lucy said wearily.

Phoebe sputtered some more, but no one was listening. Though she had come up through school with the rest of them, Phoebe had set herself apart from the others. Nearly as rich as Deborah and nearly as blueblooded as Lucy, she had concluded that the two "nearlys" added up to much loftier status than her friends enjoyed. She was a terrible and unrepentant snob, generally benign, though her remarks to Kathleen O'Leary sometimes brandished the sharp edge of malice. Phoebe alone understood that one did not simply abandon an exclusive social event. But this merely proved the inferiority of a girl like Deborah Sinclair. New-money people simply didn't understand the importance of attending the right sort of functions with the right sort of people.

"I'd best go ring for my driver," Deborah said.

Lucy moved away from the door. "It won't be the same without you."

Deborah bit her lip, afraid that the sympathy from her best friend would break through the icy barrier she had painstakingly erected between control and madness. "Help Kathleen with the gown," she said, hoping to divert everyone's attention to the masquerade.

After sending for her coach, Deborah buttoned on a simple blue serge dress and tugged a shawl around her shoulders. Pushing her feet into Italian kid leather boots, she didn't bother with the buttoning. Instead, she wound the ribbons haphazardly around her ankles and then jammed on a hat.

In the main salon, the others dressed more carefully. Eyes shining with forbidden pleasure, Kathleen stepped into the French gown, her homespun bloomers disappearing beneath layers of fancy petticoats. The gown of emerald silk and her Irish coloring gave her the look of a Celtic princess, and her face glowed with an excitement Deborah could no longer share.

Before leaving, Deborah stepped back and surveyed the scene, seeing it for the first time through the eyes of an outsider. Over her father's protests she had left his opulent, gilded mansion for the solid gothic halls of Miss Boylan's. Her father believed the very best young ladies were educated at home. But once he learned a Hathaway and a Palmer would be in attendance, he had relented and allowed Deborah to complete her education with finishing school. She looked with fondness upon Lucy, Kathleen and Phoebe, who were her closest companions and sometimes, she thought, her only friends. The four of them had shared everything—their hopes and dreams, their broken hearts and romantic triumphs.

Finally Deborah had encountered something she could not share with her friends. She could not. It was too devastating. Besides, she must tell her father. She must. Please God, she prayed silently. Let him understand. Just this once.

"Have a wonderful time this evening," she said, her hand on the door handle. "I shall want to hear all about Kathleen's debut when I return." She forced the words past a throat gone suddenly tight with terror.

Kathleen rushed to the door. "Miss Deborah, are you certain that—"

"Absolutely." The word was a mere gust of air.

"Let the poor thing go," Phoebe said in a distracted voice. She lifted her arm with the sinuous grace of a ballerina and drew on a silken glove. "If you stand around arguing all evening, we'll be late."

She and Lucy launched into a squabble over how Kathleen should wear her hair, and Deborah took the opportunity to slip out into the tall, cavernous hall and down to the foyer, where her driver waited. Outside, she saw the school's large, cumbersome rockaway carriage being hitched to four muscular horses. The school crest adorned the black enamel doors.

Deborah's private Bismarck-brown clarence, with its gleaming glass panes front and rear, waited at the curb. Thanks to her father's habit of flaunting his wealth, the expensive vehicle, with its experienced driver and Spanish coach horse, was always at her disposal. Within a few minutes, she was under way.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2013


    Best of th e trilogy. Would not bother with the other two, especially the one about Lucy.

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  • Posted October 4, 2011

    Love the complex characters!

    I Love, Love, Love, the Susan Wiggs' books that I have read so far. I have focused on the Historical and love how it is woven into the stories. Her characters are so complex you really feel you know them by the end. But it takes most of the novel to really learn about them.

    This has action and even though it takes place during the Chicago fire, it has only a small portion that is about that event.

    It has the unlikely characters coming together in a very unlikely way that she likes to write about. It also has deep secrets that are unveiled toward the end that help us understand the characters. I think it really makes you think about abuse, and tragedy and how it can affect who you are by the way in which you handle life's challenges.

    The end was not what I expected, or predicted but it worked and I did feel good when it was all finished.

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  • Posted December 27, 2010

    An Excellent and Beautiful book in a wonderful series! Read this one first!

    The genre of the book is not one that is in my "normal" reading preferences, I am more of an England or Scotland kind of romance reader, but I am SO VERY GLAD that I picked this book up. I actually was so into the book that I cried and laughed out loud. The characters are very easy to relate to and the hero and heroine will own your heart. I love this book! Just make sure you read this one first. This was really a beautiful and well written book. The best of the trilogy. The book takes you on such an emotional journey, it is the stuff that dreams are made of. I also learned so much about the Chicago fire and about the rich and the poor in Chicago during that time period. You can tell that Ms. Wiggs really put a lot of time and research into the story. BRAVO! I lend this book out a lot!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2013

    Mimimi result one.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2012

    Great read!!!!!

    Fast paced. Love her characters and settings.

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  • Posted December 5, 2011

    I couldn't put it down!

    This is the first of the Chicago Fire Trilogy and after reading it, I MUST read the other two books in the trilogy. It begins on the day the Great Chicago Fire starts and begins by telling the reader that something has happened the previous evening to our heroine, Deborah, that has affected her whole outlook on her life. We are kept wondering what happened until 3/4 of the way through the book. I love how Deborah learns what life is really about, having only known the shallow and glitzy world of the rich and pampered. The wonderful descriptions and the story of Deborah and Tom - a wonderful love story, kept me reading.

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  • Posted May 21, 2011

    I wanted much more for this book

    Exciting start with the fire, the author really knows her Chicago landmarks. Then the book became blah, the any other half-heartedly written romance.

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  • Posted March 10, 2011

    u want romance and adventure here it is

    this book is amazing if you want to read a book on love and adventure. this book not only has adventure and romance it shows the romance of a prestigous female who doesn't even know who she is until she finds friends with this savage man.

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  • Posted December 13, 2010


    I really enjoyed this book! It was deeply emotional and had a wonderful chemistry between the main characters. I would recommend this book to any romance fan and it has made me want to read other books by this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2010

    Not a fan of historical romance.....

    But this book got me hook. It was given to me. At first I thought it will be like dummy romance. As soon I started to reading, I couldn't put it down. It was like, "Be quiet, I am reading..." Finished in two days. I like Susan Wiggs' writing. It's not too fruity.

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  • Posted August 1, 2010

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    This book made me want to read all the time!

    This book was glued to my eyes for a week. I have always been the kind of person who preferred movies over books, but not any more. I actually found it more thrilling to read this story than if I were to watch it on TV. After finishing the book, I had grown so emotionally connected witht he characters, that I was actually sad the book was over because I loved to read it so much. I couldn't wait to go back to the book store and get the second book to the Great Chicago Fire Trilogy! I highly recommend this book because Wiggs has a great Writing Style that is easy to follow and flows. I could write a whole essay about how much I love this book, but it is getting late and I need to go read The Mistress by Susan Wiggs!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2001

    Descriptive, fast paced and amazingly good

    From the very beginning, her wording draws you into the story with the way she makes you wonder... and with the texturized writing style that makes the reader feel as if s/he is there while keeping such a fast pace in the story... this book is written as any romance, but is ever so special and unique, like an epic..

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 6, 2000

    Susan Wiggs Does it Again!

    I really enjoyed this book. Susan Wiggs' stories are unique in that they don't seem to be the same plot with different details each time. She doesn't crank them out as fast as other authors and I can really tell a difference in terms of quality. Tom and Deborah each had many layers to their respective personalities that were gradually revealed and the development of their relationship was quite believable. The end of the book was disappointing only in that I was finished reading my new friends' story and there wasn't anything more. Can't wait for the next one!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Endearing Americana romance

    In 1871, an angry and desperate Deborah Sinclair visits her wealthy father Arthur to demand he stop the marriage he wants for his daughter. Arthur, a self-made millionaire from his commerce dealings, wants the acceptance of high society. He sees Deborah through marriage to Philip Ascot as his ticket. Deborah knows no one ever refuses to do something that Arthur demands. Still, she tells him she will not marry the odious Philip. Their squabble remains undecided when the duo flees due to the spread of fire. <P>Tom Silver plans to enact vengeance on Arthur for the devastation on his village caused by the industrial mogul¿s copper mines. Tom kidnaps Deborah, taking her to his remote island home. Though none of the islanders will help Deborah, she soon gains their respect by helping them with their chores. Soon Tom finds himself in love with the daughter of his enemy who returns his deepest feelings. Though she has broken through his heart that had been as icy as the blizzards that isolate the village, he still owes his villagers, but he no longer knows what to do. <P>THE HOSTAGE is a beautiful relationship drama that brings life in a remote late nineteenth century American village to life. The story line is character driven and thus not for those who enjoy action-packed tales. The lead characters are a wonderful duo and the villagers add depth to the look at the era. Susan Wiggs is so good at the descriptions, the audience will winter garb just to feel warm while reading this endearing illuminating Americana romance. <P>Harriet Klausner

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