Treasured Vows

Treasured Vows

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by Cathy Maxwell
     
 

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As stubborn as she is beautiful,Phadra Abbott will not be deterred when she sets her mind on something. And now that the reckless heiress has decided to track down her spendthrift explorer father, nothing is going to stand in her way -- not even her handsome, long-sufferingguardian Grant Morgan. Though strong and level-headed, Grant has watched his own life go

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As stubborn as she is beautiful,Phadra Abbott will not be deterred when she sets her mind on something. And now that the reckless heiress has decided to track down her spendthrift explorer father, nothing is going to stand in her way -- not even her handsome, long-sufferingguardian Grant Morgan. Though strong and level-headed, Grant has watched his own life go disastrously awry since he first tried to arrange the irrepressible Miss Abbott's future. And he has no choice now but to accompany Phadra on her latest misadventure -- for it's not only his sworn duty that compels him, but a raging, newly born desire to hold his maddening, enchanting adversary in his arms .. and to love her for all time.

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ISBN-13:
9780061084157
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
09/28/2004
Edition description:
Reissue
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
742,275
Product dimensions:
4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.96(d)

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Treasured Vows

Chapter One

May 1810

Bankers and body snatchers, Phadra Abbott decided grimly, they were one and the same.

Standing in the office's window alcove, she turned her head and looked at Sir Cecil Evans, a member of the Bank of England's Court of Directors, letting all of her anger flow from her eyes.

Sir Cecil reacted as if her glance scalded him. His fingers fumbled and dropped the letter opener he'd been playing with onto his desk. He'd been nervously toying with the dratted thing for the past ten minutes while they waited. His bushy brows came together in a frown, and he huddled down deeper over his desk as if he could shut out her presence. "It wasn't all my fault," he muttered. "Your father had a hand in the matter."

Phadra snorted but said nothing, not trusting herself to speak. Ignoring her companion Henny's look of concern, she gave them all her back and stared with unseeing eyes out the window.

Two hours. That was all the time that had elapsed since Sir Cecil had delivered the news of her financial ruin and her carefully constructed world had come crashing down around her. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. She wouldn't give up. Not yet.

When the banker had finished his confession, he'd added that he held hopes that there was a way out of "this tangled web your father and I wove for you" -- as if he wouldn't also go to debtor's prison with her.

He probably wouldn't. He had money, whereas she was bankrupt and would be held responsible for her father's debts as well as her own.

Dear God, she had no desire to see the inside of a prison.

A sharp knock broke the silence of the room. "Come in," Sir Cecil said, his voice squeaking on the first word. He cleared his throat and repeated his command in a firmer tone.

He's more nervous than I am, Phadra thought, and realized that she'd been holding out some hope, some prayer, that this was all an elaborate hoax and she'd return home to find her life intact. I must be strong. I must be brave. She repeated the litany to herself and then turned to face the one man Sir Cecil felt could contrive a way out of these dire circumstances. He'd even gone so far as to describe Grant Morgan as the sharpest mind in England.

She wondered what Morgan was doing involved with Sir Cecil if he was so intelligent, but wisely held her tongue.

The door opened and a respectful young secretary announced, "Mr. Morgan, sir."

"Good!" The word exploded out of Sir Cecil as he rose and walked around the desk to greet his visitor, who was without question one of the most handsome men Phadra had ever laid eyes on. "Morgan, thank you for coming."

Grant Morgan had a profile -- and a body -- like those Michelangelo had loved to sculpt. He met Sir Cecil halfway into the room and took his hand. "I'm sorry I couldn't answer your summons sooner, sir. I had to finish some accounts on the Scottish question for Deveril."

His low, deep voice was pleasing to Phadra's ear. A good voice for an actor.

But it wasn't just the looks or the voice that captured her attention so completely. The man had presence. Why would anyone so young -- he must have been in his early thirties -- and so devilishly goodlooking lock himself up in a stuffy bank?

Ignoring Henny's whispered "Oh, my" of admiration, Phadra closed her own gaping mouth and let her artist's eye for detail take over. Physically attractive he might be, but he had banker's eyes, steel-gray and direct, as if they could see right through a person. Nor did she admire the short, conservative style of his thick, dark hair or the fact that his welltailored dark blue coat and buff trousers allowed no personal flair. He wore his clothes almost as if they were a uniform.

Sir Cecil turned to her. "Let me introduce you to Miss Phadra Abbott. She is the daughter of Sir Julius Abbott."

"The explorer?" Mr. Morgan asked.

Phadra was impressed. "You've heard of my father?"

"I read his book. Of course, that was several years ago."

"At least twelve. It was published the last time he was in England ... that I know of." She struggled to keep the bitterness out of her voice.

"Sir Julius has an account with the bank," Sir Cecil said.

"He does?" The news apparently surprised the younger man.

Sir Cecil looked away, as if embarrassed. "It is one I handle personally."

Mr. Morgan's silvery eyes narrowed as if he sensed the unspoken in Sir Cecil's statement. He looked at Phadra and then back to his colleague. "I see."

He did see, Phadra realized, and that only made her angrier. If he knew Sir Cecil for the bumbling, incompetent fool she now knew him to be, why hadn't he done something sooner? Before she'd been ruined?

As if wanting to cover the moment of realization, Sir Cecil hurried to introduce Henny, who sat in a chair to his right. "And this is Mrs. Henrietta Shaunessy, Miss Abbott's companion."

The banker dutifully took her offered hand and bowed over it while Henny cooed in her throaty voice, "Please call me Henny."

Phadra shot her a cross look. There were times when Henny's heyday as an opera dancer was a little too apparent, but this was the first time it had embarrassed Phadra. Henny smiled back, unrepentant, and tucked a dyed red curl back under her bonnet.

Her flirtation seemed to have no impact on Mr. Morgan. He released her hand with a tight, pleasant smile and turned his attention to his colleague ...

Treasured Vows. Copyright © by Cathy Maxwell. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

Cathy Maxwell spends hours in front of her computer pondering the question, "Why do people fall in love?" It remains for her the great mystery of life and the secret to happiness. She lives in beautiful Virginia with children, horses, dogs, and cats.

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This is the second novel of Cathy Maxwell¿s that I have read. I bought and read ¿Because of You¿ via B & N a few weeks back and enjoyed that immensely. I wrote a very strong review under that book earlier. I went back and bought some more of her books due to enjoying the first one so much. I just finished reading ¿Treasured Vows¿ and liked it but, not quite as much as her other book. I reason I didn¿t give ¿Treasured Vows¿ five stars is due to it being a much simpler novel and you can tell she was cutting her teeth on learning how to lay out plots, develop characters and handle an inter-active romance novel. Over-all, she did a solid job for one of her earliest attempts at writing and per her prologue, this still remains her favorite book and main character (probably like a first child, there is that extra bond). Her main heroine Phadra is a spunky, sassy, first rate womens lib advocate and uncommon beauty. Phadra has a bohemian way about her clothes, attitude and speech and at first it shocks the high society people she meets but, eventually her winning ways win over everyone as they can spot a leader versus a follower a mile a way. Phadra can be a bit taxing in her constant ¿I am woman hear me roar¿ ways but¿.she means well and in the times she existed, it was probably a breath of fresh air. Plus¿sometimes the girl who is least like what is expected ends up being the most interesting and Phadra fits that bill well. The main character Grant Morgan, is an up and coming local banking guru but, he is a bit stuffy and tight. He is desperate to play by the rules to make everyone accept him. Although he is a handsome devil, as the ladies all let him know, he fights his constant desires to be bad and naughty, as his father was that way and it became his down fall. Grant fights against being anything like his father and thus, he is dull and plays so much by the rules he looks a little whimpy (strange that Phadra would be attracted to this lack of intensity and passion but, who knows?). Grant really stayed a bit boring until the end (probably only 1-2 chapters left in the book) when he finally got a spine and decided to do as he pleased, which of course is the only way one can be happy in life. I also prefer when the male character is the one saving the day and in this book, Phadra is so strong she ends up being more of the main male role. Strong women leads are great¿just not at expense of the guy looking bad. The plot line is not very complicated or difficult and ends as one would expect of a regency romance. None of the side characters warrant much interest. The sexual tension was limited as was any real intimacy ¿ I¿d rate the love scenes luke warm at best. I think this book showed her early ability and it warrants reading to see where she began and how her writing style progresses in time. Buy this expecting nothing fancy but, use it to launch into her other works which really become top notch.