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Torn from the arms of the woman he loved and cast into the night by her highborn family, Cam Monroe vowed revenge on those who had wronged him.

Fifteen years later, after amassing a small fortune of his own, Cam returns to England with but one ambition. Now the power is his, power to ruin the Stanhope family if they refuse his demands. And what he demands is simple: that Angela Stanhope be his wife.

Then the mysterious "accidents" begin. Are ...

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Torn from the arms of the woman he loved and cast into the night by her highborn family, Cam Monroe vowed revenge on those who had wronged him.

Fifteen years later, after amassing a small fortune of his own, Cam returns to England with but one ambition. Now the power is his, power to ruin the Stanhope family if they refuse his demands. And what he demands is simple: that Angela Stanhope be his wife.

Then the mysterious "accidents" begin. Are the Stanhopes trying once again to remove him from their lives? Or is it someone from Cam's past, someone desperate enough to kill to prevent him from uncovering a shocking lie?

Will Cam Monroe get what he wants now that he is rich and powerful? He will soon find out when he returns to England. If the Stanhope family refuses to meet his demands, he can ruin them. His demands are simple. All he wants is Amanda, their daughter and the woman he loves. The question is--does she want him? Targeted ads. Original.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780373775408
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 12/28/2010
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 382
  • Sales rank: 703,474
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.50 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Candace Camp is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than sixty novels of contemporary and historical romance, including the bestselling Regency romances Treasured, The Marrying Season, and A Summer Seduction. She grew up in Texas in a newspaper family, which explains her love of writing, but she earned a law degree and practiced law before making the decision to write full time. She has received several writing awards, including the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award. Visit her at
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A carriage rattled around the turn below at a spanking pace. Angela, watching from her perch on the rock, shaded her eyes to see it better. It was a large, comfortable black coach, very much like her brother's. However, Jeremy and Rosemary were still in London, surely. It was the height of the Season, and Jeremy rarely ruralized at Bridbury at any time, but especially not during the Season.

Still, Angela thought she could make out a gold smudge on the side, which at this distance might very well be the family crest. Anyway, it had to be traveling to the castle. What else was there out this way except Bridbury? And who else would be coming here in a carriage except her brother? Unless, of course, she thought with a groan, it was someone like Great-aunt Hepzibah, coming to spend a few weeks with Grandmama. Having endured such a visit from her grandmother's other sister only two months earlier, Angela was not sure she could bear that.

She gathered up her drawing pencils and pad and scrambled off the rock, whistling to the dogs. Socrates, who had been roaming in search of some mischief to get into, came bounding back, ears flopping comically. Pearl, sound asleep stretched out on a flat rock in the sun, merely rolled an eye, unwilling to make the effort to move until she saw that her mistress was actually going somewhere.

"Come on, you lazy dog," Angela told the toy spaniel. "It's time to go home. Why aren't you like Trey? See? He's already up and ready to go."

Trey wagged a tail in acknowledgment of her praise, and she bent to scratch first him and then Pearl behind the ears. At that moment, Socrates plowed into her, pitching her sideways, and thrust his head under her arm to be included in the petting.

"Socrates, you foolish dog," she scolded affectionately. "If ever a dog was less deserving of a name…"

He answered by giving her cheek a swipe of his tongue before she could dodge away.

"Come on," she said, standing up and picking up the pad and pencil box. "Let us see who our guest is."

They started off down the side of the slope. It was shorter walking down to the castle this way than along the more winding route the road took, so she knew she would arrive not long after the carriage did. Socrates led the way, his plumed tail waving, ranging ahead of them, then dashing back every few seconds to make contact with them again. Angela kept her pace slow to accommodate Trey, who, though he got around well on only three legs, could not keep up a consistently fast pace. Pearl, in her usual companionable way, stayed at Angela's other side, distracted only now and then by an errant scent.

When they reached Bridbury, Angela saw that it was indeed Jeremy's coach pulled up in front of the door. The servants were still unloading trunks from atop it. She ran lightly up the steps and through the front door.


She started toward the main staircase, then stopped as an old yellow dog, his coat liberally shot through with gray, came hobbling up to greet her. "Hello, old fellow," she cooed, bending down to pet him. "I'm sorry we ran off without you today. It was just too long and difficult for you."

The look in his old eyes was wise and dignified. Angela curled an arm around his neck and gave him a hug. Wellington was her oldest pet, almost fifteen years old now, and, if the truth be known, still her favorite deep in her heart. It always hurt her to leave him behind. However, it was just as painful, if not more so, to see him struggling to keep up and always falling behind, and if they went far, he simply could not make it.

At that moment, an orange cat came daintily down the banister of the stairs and made the short leap onto Angela's shoulder. It draped itself with familiarity around her neck. Angela went up the stairs, her collection of animals following her, and along the hall to the drawing room her grandmother preferred. Along the way, another cat joined the group, this one a fat gray Persian with a face so flat that Jeremy said it looked as if it had walked into a door.

The two dowager Lady Bridburys, both her mother and grandmother, were in the drawing room, her mother half reclining on a fainting couch and her grandmother sitting ramrod-straight near the fire. The elder Lady Bridbury let out an inelegant snort at the sight of Angela surrounded by her animals.

"Honestly, Angela, people are going to start saying you're odd if you persist in walking about with that entire menagerie." She lifted her lorgnette and focused on Trey. "Especially when some of them are so…different."

"No, they will simply say that they fit me perfectly.

Everyone already thinks I'm odd, you know." She crossed the room and gave the old lady a peck on the cheek in greeting, then turned toward her mother. "Hello, Mama. How are you this afternoon?"

"Not well," her mother replied in a die-away voice. "But, then, I am rather accustomed to it. One learns to adjust."

"I should think you would be accustomed to it," Angela's grandmother, Margaret, commented. "You are never well."

Laura, the younger Lady Bridbury, assumed a faintly martyred look, her usual expression around her mother-in-law, and said proudly, "Yes, I do not enjoy good health. But, then, it was always so with the Babbages."

"Pack of weaklings." Margaret dismissed them contemptuously. "Thank God the Stanhopes don't suffer from such nonsense. I did not have so much as a chill all winter."

Laura gave her mother-in-law a rather pitying look. She had known the dowager countess for almost thirty-five years now, and she still was unable to understand why the woman took so much pride in her robust condition. In her own opinion, a woman ought to be suffering from something most of the time; otherwise, she would never get enough attention from the male members of her family.

However, Laura knew it was useless to try to make Lady Bridbury understand any point of view other than her own, so she turned back to her daughter. "Have you been out walking, my dear? You should wrap up. You might catch a chill. I know it is April, but the wind, you know, can be so dangerous. You should wear a muffler."

Angela's grandmother rolled her eyes, but Angela merely smiled at her mother and replied, "Doubtless you are right, Mama."

She kissed her on the cheek as well, and nodded toward Miss Monkbury, her grandmother's self-effacing companion, who sat away from the fire, knitting. Miss Monkbury gave an odd ducking nod in reply and continued to knit. Angela sat down between her mother and grandmother, saying, "Did Jeremy come home? I saw the carriage outside."

"Yes. And he brought a decidedly peculiar young man with him," Margaret answered. "An American."

"An American? I wasn't aware that Jeremy even knew anyone from America."

"One doesn't, normally," Laura agreed.

"That is one of the things that is so odd about his coming here. A Mr. Pettigrew, Jeremy said he was. Jason Pettigrew. I ask you, what sort of name is that? Sounds like a commoner, but then, I suppose all Americans are, aren't they? He looks like a solicitor, but when I told him so, he denied it." Her frown seemed to indicate that she suspected he had lied to her.

"I found him rather shy," Laura put in. It was rare that her opinion on any matter agreed with her mother-in-law, though she never disagreed directly. "Of course, he does speak in that American way, but other than that, he seemed quite gentlemanly."

"Yes, but what is he doing here? That is the question, Laura," Margaret put in impatiently. "Not whether he is polite."

"But what is Jeremy doing here, either?" Angela asked. She, of course, lived at Bridbury year-round, and had for four years now, ever since the divorce and its attendant scandal. But Jeremy and his wife spent most of their time in London.

"That is what I asked him," Margaret assured her. "But he would not tell me. He said he had to talk it over with you first." She looked affronted.

"With me?" Angela was astonished. She loved her brother, and owed him a great deal for what he had done for her over the past few years. They had a pleasant relationship. But she could not imagine anything that he would want to discuss with her before he would discuss it with their grandmother. Angela was well aware that her position in the family was the least important of anyone's, except perhaps Miss Monkbury's.

"Yes. Apparently this Mr. Pettigrew is to be a part of the discussion, also. He and Jeremy retired to the library. I have rarely been quite so astonished. However, I find that the present generation is so often graceless." She sighed.

Angela stared at her. "Mr. Pettigrew? But why?"

"I just told you, I haven't the slightest notion," her grandmother replied acidly. "I was not taken into your brother's confidence. You had best go to the library and ask him yourself. However, do, please, go up to your room and change into something a trifle more presentable first."

"Yes, Grandmama, of course." It was useless to point out that if Jeremy was waiting for her, her grandmother might have told her so when she first came into the room. She stood up, saying, "If you will excuse me, Grandmama. Mama."

"Of course, dear child," her mother responded, sniffing her lavender-scented handkerchief, obviously suffering another of her weak spells. Her grandmother gave Angela a peremptory nod.

"And, Angela!" Margaret called out as she neared the door. "For goodness' sake, leave those animals behind.

You cannot meet this American person looking like a zookeeper."

"Yes, Grandmama. Perhaps I should leave the dogs here."

Her grandmother raised a single icy brow at this sally and waved her out of the room.

Angela walked down the long gallery that stretched across the front of the house and into the west wing, where the bedrooms lay. She found her maid, Kate, waiting for her in her room. Kate already had one of Angela's better dresses, a dark green velvet, spread out on the bed, and a pair of slippers to match it waiting at the foot of the bed.

It did not surprise Angela that her personal maid was well aware that Angela was to join her brother and their surprise guest. In fact, she would not have been astonished if Kate knew why Jeremy had come to Bridbury. There was nothing as swift or as efficient as the servants' grapevine.

Kate, a woman much the same age as Angela, with laughing brown eyes, a wealth of chestnut hair and a buxom figure, jumped up from the chair when Angela entered and hurried over to her, clicking her tongue admonishingly. "Where in the world have you been? You look like half the county is clinging to your skirts. Out drawing them pictures again, eh?"

"Yes, I have to confess that I was." Angela glanced down at her skirts, a little surprised to find that several burrs and a few sticks, as well as dust and pieces of dried grass, were clinging to the hem of her dress. "I was hoping to find some flowers out already, but I could find nothing but lichen on the rocks."

"Well, if it isn't flowers, it's birds, or some kind of berry bush or something." Kate shook her head. "I'll tell you the truth, my lady, I can't fathom what you see in them little flowers, growing in cracks and such, looking more like a weed than anything else."

"They intrigue me—so secret and hidden. It's like finding a prize when you do spot something unique. And they're lovely. Simple and delicate. Besides, it gives me something to do."

"Well, selling your pictures to them journals and magazines and such, that makes sense, to make a little money."

"Yes." Angela loved the flowers and shrubs and birds, and loved just as much to draw her pencil sketches and watercolors of them, but it was nice to be able to sell a few from time to time to periodicals and books. It gave her pin money, which saved her from having to depend on Jeremy for absolutely everything. She had lost her inheritance, of course, when she left Dunstan; the dowry she had taken with her into the marriage had stayed with him. She did not regret losing it; she never would. But it was hard, having to live on another's kindness, even her brother's.

Kate had been undoing the row of tiny buttons down Angela's back and helping her out of her dress as she talked. Now she held out the green dress for Angela, still chattering away merrily. Kate was allowed far more liberties than the typical maid. She had taken on the job of Angela's personal maid when both of them were in their teens, and the two of them had been close from the start. Kate had gone with Angela when she married Lord Dunstan years ago, and their bond had been forged into hardened steel during the ordeal of those years. It had been Kate who helped Angela find the courage to leave Dunstan and then accompanied her when she stole out of the house in the dead of night. For that brave loyalty, Angela loved Kate almost like a sister. Since the divorce, her other friends, even close ones like her cousin Cee-Cee, had absented themselves from her life. Kate was now Angela's only confidante, her most valued friend, and it was only at Kate's insistence that she continued to serve as Angela's personal maid. Angela had asked her to remain at Bridbury as her companion.

Kate had turned down the offer. "A companion, miss? Nay, that's only for a gentlewoman. I couldn't be content with that, now could I? I need something to do, and not stitching little embroidery, neither. 'Sides, I like making my own money and not living off someone else's charity. It's like slavery, I think, like selling yourself, just for the sake of being able to be genteel-like. But I ain't genteel, and never will be. I'd sooner sweat and have my independence."

"Have you seen the Yank that's with His Lordship?" Kate was asking now, as she knelt and began to unbutton Angela's shoes.

"No, I haven't. Have you?"

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  • Posted December 14, 2011

    Tricky subject matter

    I often think that romance authors have one of the most difficult tasks in literature. I don't mean that to sound flippant or condescending. I mean this truthfully. There only are so many scrapes a hero and heroine can get into without it seeming too formulaic and repetitive. That said, I understand the impulse (yes, the pun is intended)to deviate from the tried and true and venture into murkier territory. However, this comes at a cost to the author. Push the expected boundaries too far, and you risk alienating your audience. Make the plot seem absurd and resolve your dilemma too quick, and you risk alienating your audience. I think this is the position in which Candace Camp found herself with "Impulse." I think she came away from the experiement with mixed results. On one hand, if you are going to give your heroine and emotional issue to overcome, or have her subject to the terrible attorcities, such as rape, you walk a fine line. She can't be too damaged, or else she will seem simpering and weak and the audience won't connect. Likewise, she can't too miraculously resolve her issues, or the drama seems forced. Lisa Kleypas faced this dilemma when she wrote "Blue-Eyed Devil." Personally, I though Ms. Kleypas' handling of the subject manner was inadequate and I couldn't finish the book because I was so appalled. I think that Ms. Camp handles the murkier waters with more aplomb, but that is not to say she is unscathed. I think in Angela, she creates a compelling enough character who has faced great adversity through no fault of her own. Additionally, I think Angela is a sympathetic character without seeming the forevemore victim. That said, things resolve themselves too quickly, and I can't help thinking that the underlying message to everything was that all she really needed was a man to take charge - of course he was our hero and a good man, but still she didn't work through her problems really by herself, she needed a man to do that for her. I admit, that grated at my more modern sensibilities. I understand it is a romance novel, and that I am coming here for a few hours of mindless diversion. Even though I want diversion, I do expect some credibility. I came away from the tale with mixed feelings. On one hand, I appreciate that Ms. Camp tackled a subject that probably happened all too often in that era of arranged marriages, where the woman was considered chattel and badly abused. However, I still can't help feeling icky with thoughts of what Angela had to endure. I am sure some of that is intentional on the author's part. Though I finished the tale, and did enjoy it for the most part, I can't say this is a tale I will be eager to re-read in the near future.

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  • Posted October 30, 2011

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    Cam Monroe is a stablehand, Angela Stanhope is nobility. Their love is forbidden and when Angela's father finds out about he threatens to ruin Cam and find a way to send him to jail for the rest of his life. Cam leaves the family's estate and vows to have Angela and his revenge. Meanwhile, Angela marries Lord Dunstan to try and save Cam from her father. Dunstan does not turn out to be the good man everyone thought he was, and several years later they end up divorced after a scandal that rocked the town.

    When Cam hears of Angela's divorce he finds a way to return and try to marry her, but Angela sees herself as damaged good after her divorce and is terrified of being under the control of any man. On top of everything, Cam has been the victim of several "accidents." Accidents that seem to be happening all to frequently to be real. Will Angela and Cam learn to trust each other again, or will they forever live with their past doubts.

    While this was more of what I consider a "traditional" romance, mistreated woman falls for gentle man but have too many issues to deal with to see that they love each other. However, the little bit of mystery behind Cam's accidents adds just enough to keep the story interesting, although an astute reader will figure it out early in the game.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    Excellent book. Couldn't put it down.

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  • Posted March 23, 2011


    IMPULSE by Candice Camp is an interesting historical Regency romance. This is a well written story of love,revenge,romance,forgiveness, healing and finding peace. The plot is intriguing.It intertwines a lost love,with finding a father,recreating a lost love and revenge.When Angela and Cam are caught in an compromising position Angela's grandfather forces Angela into a marriage and sends Cam away.Cam is but a lowly stable boy.Angela a's grandfather uses having Cam put into prison to get her to marry the evil Dunstan.While Angela a suffers unthinkable things with her husband,Cam is seeking his revenge against the Stanhopes.He has gone to America and made a fortune.When he returns to England it is to wed Angela a.Angela finally after suffering unspeakable acts by Dunstan,leaves him and he seeks a divorce from her with lies.Cam forces Angela into this marriage for revenge using her brothers secrets.But after many accidents toward Cam,Angela finally tells Cam the truth of her marriage and the unspeakable things that had been forced upon her.They are also seeking information on Cam's father,he never knew his mother's family or anything about his father. This is a story that will tear at your heart.It does have a few slow moments,but it is building up the story.Otherwise it is a fast paced story of love lost,love regained,forgiveness,secrets revealed,finding your true place in society,seeking revenge,finding your true peace with the person you love and a family of your own.This book was received from Net Galley for the purpose of review and details can be found at HQN and My Book Addiction and More.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2003

    you have to read this!!!

    I LOVED this book. I love all of her books.Once i started this book i couldn't put it down till i finished. This is one of her best books. You'll love it i guarantee!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2003

    you have to read the book!!!!

    I LOVED the book. I love all her books.Once i started this book i couldn't put it down till i finished it! This book starts out a little slow but then gets into the good parts(you guys know what the parts I'm talking about). I recommened that you read this book, if you don't you'll regret it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2003

    Loved It!!

    I've read 2 other books by Ms Camp and this one is my favorite. It was very touching and romantic. I loved the way the characters blended together. I can't wait to read others by her.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2002

    worth the read!!

    This was the first book that I had read by Candace Camp and was hooked.I hope more people will read her books. She is good!!

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