Lover's Knot (Shenandoah Album Series)

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In the rich, evocative prose that earned high praise for WEDDING RING and ENDLESS CHAIN, Emilie Richards crafts the third tale in the Shenandoah Album series, resonant with the power of love and family ties

Confused about her troubled marriage, Kendra Taylor needs time to sort out her feelings. Retreating to an abandoned cabin left to her husband, Isaac, by the maternal grandmother he never knew, she is quickly welcomed into the rural community of Toms Brook. She soon becomes ...

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In the rich, evocative prose that earned high praise for WEDDING RING and ENDLESS CHAIN, Emilie Richards crafts the third tale in the Shenandoah Album series, resonant with the power of love and family ties

Confused about her troubled marriage, Kendra Taylor needs time to sort out her feelings. Retreating to an abandoned cabin left to her husband, Isaac, by the maternal grandmother he never knew, she is quickly welcomed into the rural community of Toms Brook. She soon becomes curious about a beautiful heirloom quilt and the past Isaac has always refused to explore. The unusual quilt clearly has a story to tell, and Kendra hopes that helping her husband connect with his roots may also help him reconnect with her.

At first Isaac's reluctant visits to the cabin only underscore the difficulties in their marriage. But as circumstances force them to piece together a new relationship, Isaac discovers that the history of a family he never knew may hold the key to his future.

As a passionate story of strength, loss and desperation unfolds, the secrets of the quilt are revealed and the threads of an unraveling marriage are secured.

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Traumatized by a near-fatal attack by a mugger, journalist Kendra Taylor leaves Washington, D.C., for the rustic cabin in Toms Brook, Va., that once belonged to husband Isaac's grandmother. There, she seeks recovery from her ordeal and refuge from what she sees as a troubled marriage. Surrounded by the serene beauty of the Shenandoah Valley and aided by the warmth of her rural community, Kendra begins a major restoration of the cabin, her life and her relationship with Isaac. An unusual lover's knot quilt, also left to her husband, piques Kendra's curiosity, and she investigates the story behind the heirloom-knowing that the answers she finds may save her marriage or destroy it. For this third Shenandoah Album novel (after Wedding Ring), Richards stitches together the mystery of a family's past with the difficulties and moral dilemmas of the present for a story as intriguing as the quilt itself. (July) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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"Charlotte is an admirable character, using her newfound powers of self-observation to bring meaning back into her life. Richards creates a heart-wrenching atmosphere that slowly builds to the final pages, and continues to echo after the book is finished."--Publishers Weekly on One Mountain Away

"Complex characters, compelling emotions and the healing power of forgiveness-what could be better? I loved this book!"
-New York Times bestselling author Sherryl Woods on One Mountain Away

"Richards pieces together each woman's story as artfully as a quilter creates a quilt, with equally satisfying results, and her characterizations are transcendent, endowed with warmth and compassion."
--Booklist on Wedding Ring

"(A) heartwarming, richly layered story." -Library Journal, starred review of Endless Chain

"(Richards) draws these women of different generations together. Richards should've included a special pull-out hanky insert, but readers looking for positive resolutions won't be disappointed."
Publishers Weekly on SISTER'S CHOICE

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778323228
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 7/1/2006
  • Series: Shenandoah Album Series
  • Pages: 544
  • Product dimensions: 5.90 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Emilie Richards’s many novels feature complex characterizations and in-depth explorations of social issues, a result of her training and experience as a family counselor, which contribute to her fascination with relationships of all kinds. Emilie, a mother of four, lives with her husband in northern Virginia, where she is currently working on her next novel for MIRA Books.
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Chapter One

By the time the Law & Order prosecutors had chosen their final strategy for another Wednesday night trial, Kendra Taylor had narrowed her own strategies to two. Either she could gracefully give up the ghost right there in front of her television set, or she could dress and drive to the drugstore to pick up the antibiotics and cough medicine her doctor had prescribed.

The first prospect was more tempting. If Isaac ever came home from work, her husband of seven years would find her lifeless body curled into the fetal position under his heirloom Lover’s Knot quilt. Imagining that scene gave her some satisfaction. And oblivion was preferable to another coughing fit.

Unfortunately, bronchitis was rarely fatal, and she was too upset to let go. She was definitely too upset to follow the third and wisest course and let Isaac pick up her prescription first thing in the morning. Tonight Isaac had failed her, and she was in no mood for second chances. The pharmacy was open for another twenty-five minutes. Her prescriptions were sitting behind the counter. Life as she’d known it before this bout with flu was a goal to shoot for.

Kendra tossed the quilt over the back of the sofa and sat up, face in hands until the first wave of dizziness passed. Once she was on her feet and moving, she felt steadier. In her bedroom, she stopped at the window and parted a garden of hanging ferns to gaze down at the rain-glazed street. Fractured light from street lamps and passing cars was held captive by a cold mist rising from the pavement.

She lowered herself to the king-size bed she and Isaac shared, flattening the down comforter that looked so inviting, so soft. So incredibly warm.

She reconsidered her options until another coughing spell sent her into cannonball position. When the spell abated, her resolve hardened. Without getting up, she managed to slide out of her nightgown and into the jeans and Washington Capitals sweatshirt she’d abandoned after her trip to the doctor.

"Okay, world, here I come." She sounded less than enthusiastic, but at least her voice was still audible.

On her way out of the condo, she slung her purse over her shoulder, stuffed her feet into stretched-out Ferragamo loafers and locked the door behind her. No one was in the hall, not an unusual occurrence in a building favored by childless workaholics who spent evenings bent over desks and weekends making up for sleep deficits. She and Isaac only rarely ran into their neighbors -- a good thing, because, at the moment, she couldn’t even remember names.

The elevator didn’t stop on the way to the parking garage. A District cop might have eyed the wobbly line she navigated to her parking space with interest, but she managed to start the engine of her Lexus without difficulty.

By the time she pulled out of the garage, she was pretty sure she could make it to the drugstore and back without incident. Traffic on the Foggy Bottom streets seemed relatively sparse. Between the unseasonable cold snap that was wreaking havoc on the tidal basin’s celebrated cherry blossoms, and the flu epidemic that had emptied local office buildings, most of the city’s residents were already inside. Most important, George Washington University was on spring break, and the quiet streets were evidence that the students were celebrating in warmer climes.

She knew she belonged at home. That afternoon her internist had told her to go straight to bed and stay warm, start on the antibiotics immediately and call him if her fever didn’t go down in a day or so. She was this close, he insisted, to pneumonia, if not there already.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t repeated the doctor’s advice to Isaac. Once she arrived home, she had managed with difficulty to track down her husband at the offices of ACRE -- Americans Conserving and Reclaiming the Earth -- where Isaac was managing director. When he asked why she was calling -- not how she was feeling -- she had repeated the doctor’s advice without a noticeable edge to her voice, and explained that she had just enough strength to drop off the prescriptions and not enough to wait for them to be filled. Then she had asked him to pick them up on the way home. She wasn’t sure if his parting words had included good wishes or advice, because by then, the receiver had been hovering between her ear and the cradle. She had hung up, turned over and gone to sleep.

When she had awakened at seven, Isaac wasn’t home. When she awakened at eight, their condo was still empty and she’d dragged herself to the couch to wait for him. At ten-thirty, just as the Law & Order detectives turned their case over to the prosecutors, he had finally answered his cell phone, apologized curtly when she pointed out the hour, and admitted he wasn’t going to be able to leave in time to get her medicine.

He would pick it up before he left for work in the morning. That was the best he could do. She’d been on enough deadlines to understand, hadn’t she?

Now, as she pulled into the drugstore parking lot, her answer still rang in her ears. Isaac, you know what? Your best just isn’t good enough anymore. I’m not sure your best is ever going to be good enough again.

The lot was almost empty, but cars still took up all the places in front. A minivan filled with passengers was pulling out by painstaking degrees, but Kendra didn’t have the patience to wait. Instead, she parked on a narrow asphalt strip on the side marked with six diagonal spaces, choosing the spot closest to the front door.

Anger had propelled her this far, and now it propelled her into a light rain just a few degrees short of sleet. She locked the doors and shoved the keys in her pocket, then wrapped her arms around her purse, lowered her head to protect her face from the rain and hurried around the building.

Once inside, she was hit with a wall of heat, and for a moment she struggled to catch her breath. Another coughing fit ensued, the deep racking barks that had worried her doctor. For a moment the bright lights shimmied, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

"You okay, miss?"

She smiled wanly at the security guard who was keeping watch and keeping warm by standing where he could see both the lot and the video monitor installed above the register.

"Not okay, but I’ll feel better once I get my prescriptions." She barked again in punctuation.

His brow wrinkled. He was a large man, narrow shouldered and wide hipped. He was too large to be fast on his feet and too old to have superior reflexes. She wondered if it was time for the Post to do another article on rent-a-cops and whether the guards were really prepared to keep the peace.

She managed a wobbly path toward the pharmacy at the back of the store, telling herself she was almost halfway through her excursion. In just moments she could reverse the last fifteen minutes. She pictured it. She would travel home the way she had come, slip off the loafers, the sweatshirt and jeans, and slide under the soft sage-green comforter. There was a glass of water beside the bed. She could take her medicine and close her eyes. If she was lucky, Isaac would sleep in the guest bed to avoid contamination. By morning the antibiotics might kick in.

There was a short line at the counter. Under a flickering fluorescent light, she stood at the end and imagined easing back into bed and closing her eyes. The clerks were working at top speed, all too aware that they had to serve everyone in line before the doors were locked. Such efficiency was unusual here. She told herself she should always arrive just before closing.

It was five to eleven before she took her place at the counter. She told the man her name and while he went to the bins to find her order, she fished for her wallet. By the time he returned, she had her credit and insurance cards ready, and he rang up the sale in record time.

On her way out, she passed the security guard. "You feel better now," he told her as he headed for the back of the store.

Mentally she cancelled the article and nodded her thanks.

A sari-clad clerk unlocked the door to let her out. The moment Kendra was over the threshold, she heard the lock turn again. The rain was slushier and falling faster by the time she started back around the building.

The anger that had brought her this far was fading, leaving a queasy feeling in her stomach.

She was too weak to nurture anger and too sick to figure out what to do about her marriage. Isaac’s preoccupation with his job was nothing new. In the past she had wondered if shared sixty hour workweeks were the reason they were still together. If they didn’t have time to talk about anything more important than the latest headline or what patch of Mother Nature ACRE had saved from development, then they could pretend that time was their only enemy. They didn’t have to face the truth, that enthusiastic sex and stimulating conversation were not the only building blocks of a good marriage. That most couples shared values, hopes, dreams. That most couples had plans for their future that did not begin and end with "more of the same." That most couples in their mid-thirties had found time to discuss having children.

She had been grappling with this for months. Unfortunately, she had been grappling alone. Isaac liked things the way they were. They had challenging jobs, a healthy income, enough time each week for a couple of dinners out to catch up on what they were doing. They took trips every summer, received coveted invitations to some of the capital’s best parties and maintained enough friendships that their condo was always crowded when they gave the occasional party of their own.

She had tried and failed to make Isaac see that they were nothing more than roommates who successfully slept together. But the idea of something more, of a relationship built on deeper emotion, a relationship in which they put each other first, seemed beyond him. In response, he had reminded her about friends who had recently divorced. This couple because of infidelity, that one because the husband spent more on cocaine than the mortgage payment. Their own problems were inconsequential. Maybe Kendra needed a new challenge at work. Maybe she would be happier if she found a subject to investigate that was worthy of another series.

She was afraid she might be happier if she just walked away. From D.C., from the condo with its sleek leather furniture and tinted glass tables, from the husband she had vowed to love and honor until death parted them.

She wondered how long it would take Isaac to notice.

She didn’t see the stranger crouching beside her car until she was right on top of him. The man was dressed for winter, with a knitted watch cap pulled tightly over his head and ears. His coat collar was flipped to shield the sides of his face. Between the clothing, the rain and the dim light, she couldn’t see enough of him to note race, age or identifying features.

Kendra had street smarts galore. She had pursued stories in some of the worst neighborhoods in the city and lived to tell them. Now she realized that not thinking clearly was the most compelling reason for not venturing out when ill. Fear thundered through her, and knees already weakened began to shake.

The man stood and raised a handgun, pointing it directly at her chest. "Gimme your keys."

The keys were in her purse. Any other night she would have taken them out in the store and had them ready. She would have approached the car cautiously and used the remote to turn on the lights. Once she was certain all was safe, she would have unlocked her door with the keyless entry system. More important, she would have parked under a light, out in the open. Or she would have waited for a spot in front.

She remembered that the security guard had been walking toward the back of the store. Were there monitors there, as well? Please Lord, was someone inside watching?

"I said gimme those keys, bitch!"

"They’re--" slowly she slid the purse strap down her arm, careful not to make sudden moves "--in my purse. Here. It’s yours." She gathered the strap in her fist until she could hold the purse out to him, afraid if she swung it in his direction, the motion would set off a fatal chain reaction.

He gestured with the gun. "You think I have enough hands for that?"

"No. Look . . ." She unzipped the purse slowly, making sure he could see every move. It was bright orange, with Prada’s logo in silver metal on the front. Isaac had given it to her on her birthday, an extravagant, flamboyant gift with a cartoon card he had drawn himself. She had loved both as a sign that there was a more playful man residing deep inside him.

Now she wanted nothing more than to grind the purse into the gunman’s face.

He waved the gun, moving closer. "I don’t got all day."

She held the purse open and turned it. "See? Nothing in here to worry about. I’m going to reach in and get them for you."

"Just do it!"

She slipped her hand inside. She was so frightened that she swayed on her feet. She wondered what he would do if she simply passed out. Would he drive over her? Shoot her? Kick her body out of the way so he could steal her purse and her car, and leave her in a wet undiscovered heap in the lot?

Frantically, she searched. She could not find the keys. She felt her wallet, a small hairbrush, a package of tissues. "I . . . I . . . Oh God, I forgot, I put them in my pocket." She slipped her hand out of the purse. "I’m sorry."

"You gonna be dead if you don’t get moving!"

She fumbled, dropping the purse onto the wet pavement, and reached inside her jeans for the keys. She always kept them in her purse, and now she remembered why. They didn’t easily fit in a pocket. She had enough keys to unlock Fort Knox. Office, car, garage, storage locker, front-door keys . . . Isaac teased her about them. Isaac . . . Isaac . . .

She edged the keys out of the pocket with trembling, sweaty hands, a few at a time, until only the keyless entry was still stuck between the layers of denim. She slid it out and grabbed it to hand the keys over. As she clutched the pad, her thumb skirted wildly across it.

The car lights began to flash, and the horn honked. The alarm screeched, the sound widening and escalating and torturing.

She had hit the panic button. Not on purpose. Please, God, never on purpose . . .

The evening suddenly seemed like a dream. Her illness, the rain, the unfamiliar sensations of a fever-racked body, her decision to come here. The fear that was like an electric current sizzling over her skin and melting all her connective tissue so that she could no longer move or think or breathe.

When she heard the first explosion she wasn’t sure exactly what it was. Yet another in the cacophony meant to alert the world to another carjacking? The front door slamming as the security guard lumbered out to stop the crime in progress?

She didn’t have time to consider that the explosion, or the one that followed, might be gunshots. Blessedly, Kendra slid to the ground and finally found the oblivion she had wished for.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2012

    Raven

    Agh!! Why'd he have to die?

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2012

    Aero's Path

    Aero's Path: The Beginning

    Chapter Three-
    My heart drops, but I try to ignore it. Maybe he isn't fighting. Maybe everything will be okay.
    ***
    "It's done! The fight is over!" Announces Horsestar, padding in. The warriors follow. Now, night has fallen. With sleepy cheers, cats disappear into dens to sleep. I pad into the apprentices' den with Thornpaw. I shut my green eyes and fall asleep.
    "Aeropaw," A voice hisses.
    "Huh?" I blink my eyes open.
    My mother wakes my siblings and gestures for us to follow her. We creep through camp and into the woods. After a while, she stops and whips around.
    "Your father's dead." She hisses.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2012

    Great easy read!

    Good book by great authot!

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  • Posted July 20, 2011

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    thrid book wow

    this is the third book and it is a good story of family history. loved it and starting book four in the shenandoan series

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  • Posted June 12, 2011

    Wonder+book%2C+wonderful+series%2C+wonderful+author%21

    This+is+the+second+book+I%27ve+read+by+Emilie+Richards.+I%27m+so+in+love+w%2F+the+Shenandoah+series+that+not+only+am+I+looking+forward+to+the+next+book+I+read%2C+I%27m+hoping+the+author+continues+to+write+more.+I+love+each+of+the+characters+as+well+as+how+she+flips+between+the+past+%26+the+present.+The+author+has+also+managed+to+sprinkle+in+some+history+lessons+which+I+found+so+interesting+that+I+did+some+extra+research+upon.+Emilie+Richards+writting+is+so+well+done+that+it%27s+tough+to+put+her+books+done.+

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2007

    home & heritage

    How awesome was this! I think as a devoted reader we often come upon books that leave us simply sitting in the quiet after the last paragraph. So content and full from the experience that we have to tell ourselves to breath. This was a very personal experience, for the details were so parallel to my heritage and past. I hope every reader out there has this experience at some point along the road. Thank You to Mrs Richards

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2006

    3 stars

    After a being carjacked, Kendra Taylor wants a new beginning, away from her husband. Their marriage is going cold, and she does not find it a good enviroment in which to heal from her physical and emotional injuries. She therefore moves to her husband, Issac's, family cabin in the Shennandoah Valley. From time to time, he visits her there, but tensions remain high until Kendra begins looking into his family history and trying to solve a mystery. As she unlocks secrets over seventy years old, Kendra and Issac begin to solve the mystery of their own broken hearts. *** This story unfurls in a leisurely fashion, flashing back and forth between the past and present. Though it takes a good while to see where the tale is heading, like the quilt of the title, it is multi-faceted. Ms. Richards fans will be delighted. ***

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    an intriguing deep character study

    In Washington DC the mugger almost killed reporter Kendra Taylor. Physically she has recovered however mentally she suffers from a form of battle fatigue syndrome as she fears every shadow. Needing time to heal from the trauma, she leaves the capital for remote the rustic cabin once occupied by the grandmother of her husband Isaac.------------- Kendra uses her time away also as a chance to determine whether she wants to remain married to Isaac. As she recovers her sense of worth, Kendra begins to restore the cabin and think deeply about her relationship with Isaac whom she knows she still loves at the same time she investigates a lovingly made quilt left to Isaac that though created years ago might provide answers to the confused reporter.-------------------- LOVER¿S KNOT is an intriguing character study that focuses deeply on the aftermath of a traumatic event, but through the star, readers also see the collateral damage to her loved ones. The story line is owned heart and soul by Kendra who has not mentally healed from the mugging, which in turn has her concentrate on her life including her relationship with her beloved spouse. Her investigation and subsequent findings re the quilt enhance a terrific family drama, past and present, filtered through the frightened emotionally scarred heroine.----------------- Harriet Klausner

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