The Wedding Escape

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Love was never part of his plan...then again, neither was she…

Seafaring Scotsman Jack Kent has enjoyed his share of trysts with bored society wives, but pleasure--not love--has always been his aim. Until the day he finds his carriage--and his life--invaded by a disheveled American heiress. Even rumpled and torn, nothing can hide Amelia Belford’s enchanting beauty or her fiery will to be free. And for the first time Jack is faced with a woman ...

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Overview

Love was never part of his plan...then again, neither was she…

Seafaring Scotsman Jack Kent has enjoyed his share of trysts with bored society wives, but pleasure--not love--has always been his aim. Until the day he finds his carriage--and his life--invaded by a disheveled American heiress. Even rumpled and torn, nothing can hide Amelia Belford’s enchanting beauty or her fiery will to be free. And for the first time Jack is faced with a woman who arouses in him something more than desire.

Amelia never dreamed her desperate flight from an arranged marriage would find her scrambling out of a church window, landing in a tangle of twigs, and finally darting into the carriage of a stranger. And she never imagined she’d then set sail for his ancestral home--and discover passion in his arms. But Amelia is not the only one with a scandal to her credit. She soon senses pain behind Jack’s caresses--secrets he will not reveal. Just as she breaks through his reserve, a devastating scheme forces them apart. Could the same adventurous spirit that brought them together also be their undoing? Only the truth--and one more impetuous act of courage--will tell.

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"Lovely description and gentle humor characterize Karyn Monk's writing as she tells this sweet gem of a story. . .Admirable strength of character, inherent integrity and very human flaws make Jack and Amelia endearing. The Wedding Escape is a story readers will enjoy and long remember!"

---Romance Fiction Forum

Romantic Times
You'll be utterly captivated by the charm of this winning love story and Monk's ability to craft a humorous tale tinged with poignancy.
Publishers Weekly
This overwrought follow-up to Monk's Victorian-era saga, The Prisoner, begins with a bang-or, rather, a thud-as young American heiress Amelia Belford jumps from a church balcony to escape an arranged wedding to an avaricious, aged duke. In record time, the runaway bride commandeers the carriage and heart of hot-tempered Jack Kent and the fugitive pair head toward the home of the man Amelia thinks she loves, foppish Lord Philmore. When it's revealed that Philmore is really a homosexual fortune-hunter, the two make another spectacular exit and escape to Jack's house in the Scottish highlands. Jack's siblings and servants are all reformed rogues like himself, and they help Amelia become self-sufficient. Meanwhile, Jack contends with saboteurs who are determined to sink his shipping business. Neither of the protagonists are particularly appealing: Jack is a violent, homophobic man with an inferiority complex, and foolhardy Amelia puts up not only with Jack's bad attitude and angry outbursts but also his maltreatment (their two sexual encounters verge on rape). While this twisted relationship won't bother fans of old style bodice-rippers, more modern readers may be hard-pressed to make it past the protagonists' first "intimate" encounter. (Mar. 11) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553584400
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/4/2003
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 994,080
  • Product dimensions: 4.00 (w) x 7.00 (h) x 0.75 (d)

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Chapter One

England

Late Summer 1883

If there was a hell, then surely he was in it.

"Do sit still, Jack," whispered Annabelle, nudging him hard in the ribs.

Jack regarded his sister sullenly, struggling to reposition his enormous frame within the confines of the ancient pew. "We've been trapped in this godforsaken mausoleum for over an hour and the bloody wedding hasn't even started yet. The stench from these flowers is choking me, I'm ready to strangle the choir, and I've lost all feeling in my backside."

"That old man over there looks like he's dead." His brother Simon frowned.

Charlotte gave her siblings a mildly reproachful look. "I think the flowers are lovely," she countered softly. "Genevieve said the bride's mother, Mrs. John Henry Belford, designed the arrangements herself, stripping bare nearly every conservatory in England in the process. It must have cost a fortune."

"Roses and orange leaves were a good choice for the Gothic arches." Her sister Grace studied the four extraordinary floral arches that soared over the aisle, creating a magnificent canopy of blossoms beneath which the bride was to make her much-anticipated appearance. "And the fence of lily of the valley and mums at the altar rail is stunning."

"Jamie, go over to that old man and make certain he has a pulse," said Simon, still concerned for the elderly gentleman a few rows across who sat frozen with his eyes closed. "He may need a doctor."

"He's just asleep," his brother assured him. "I saw him scratch himself."

"Lucky bastard," muttered Jack.

"Jack!" Annabelle regarded him with exasperation, while Charlotte and Grace giggled beneath the brims of their enormous hats.

"Perhaps you should step outside for a moment and stretch your legs, Jack."

Haydon Kent, Marquess of Redmond, regarded his son from the next pew with equal measures of empathy and amusement. At sixty-one he had learned to endure the tedious social ordeals that his status demanded of him, but Jack could see he would have dearly loved to escape the suffocating church as well. "Given the funereal pace with which things have progressed, I'm sure you've got a few minutes before we get started here."

"Just make certain you return before the bridal party begins to walk down the aisle," added Genevieve. His mother smiled fondly at him. "No bride wants a wayward guest stumbling over her train as she enters the church."

The colossal organ above blasted the cavernous space once again as the sixty-member choir wearily rose.

"I'll just be outside." Not waiting for the protest that was sure to come from Annabelle, Jack escaped down the aisle, ignoring the disapproving glances of the women in the church and the mournfully envious stares of the men sweating profusely beside them.

The overwhelming stench of the thousands of blossoms within had seeped beyond the church doors and saturated the hot summer air outside, forcing Jack to seek refuge at the side of the ancient stone building. He loosened his necktie and inhaled a deep breath, ridding his lungs of the cloying sweetness.

What madness had possessed him to let his family persuade him to attend this ridiculous wedding? he wondered irritably. He scarcely knew the Duke of Whitcliffe, and he had never met Amelia Belford, the fabulously wealthy American heiress the aging duke had finally deigned to make his wife. If not for the fact that Jack was so anxious to see his family after having been away at sea for three months, he would never have agreed to endure what was turning out to be the most excruciating social torture of his thirty-six years. The lavishness with which the church had been decorated did not bode well for the festivities to come. Five hundred guests were invited to the duke's estate following the ceremony for three interminable days of entertainment. That had to be at the expense of the bride's parents, Jack decided, for it was well known that old Whitcliffe had been struggling to maintain his decrepit family estate for years. Today His Grace would gain a handsome fortune through his blushing bride's dowry. What the sweating guests inside were about to witness was purely a business transaction, with Miss Belford gaining the dubious prestige of an archaic title and Whitcliffe reaping riches that far surpassed any he might otherwise have hoped for in this lifetime or the next.

Jack withdrew a silver flask from inside his morning coat and swallowed a mouthful of whiskey. He didn't care how many spoiled, social-climbing heiresses elected to race across the ocean to set their hooks into some doughy, impoverished aristocrat with yellowing teeth and a pitifully receding hairline.

All that he asked was that they show up for their own goddamn wedding before he died of asphyxiation and boredom.

"Dear God," a small voice suddenly whispered urgently from somewhere above him, "please don't let me be killed."

He looked up in astonishment to see a slender, ivory-stockinged leg hoisted over the gray stone balustrade of the balcony that ran along the side of the church. A snowy cloud of fabric followed it, wadded into such an enormous profusion of petticoats and skirts and lace that it entirely obliterated the wearer. The shapely leg fumbled about with the toe of its delicately fashioned shoe, frantically searching for a hold in the thick, woody vine that grew in a twisted green lattice up the gray stone wall. Having found a branch that seemed to suffice, the small foot tested it once, bending the dangerously makeshift step as it applied more weight. Then another leg swung over to join it, and a veritable snowstorm of bridal finery began to awkwardly creep down the leafy trellis.

All at once the vine began to give way. The frothy confection yelped with fright and crashed into the bushes below in an explosion of silk and leaves. His heart pounding, Jack sprinted toward the tangle of vines and lace, certain the foolish girl had snapped her neck.

"Mercy!" she exclaimed, sounding more breathless than broken. "That was a real cropper!" Her head bobbed up and she began to quickly extricate herself from the crushed bushes.

Relieved that she was not gravely injured and curious to see what she would do next, Jack quietly slipped behind a tree to watch her.

Unable to free herself from the trappings of her extravagant gown, she jerked mercilessly at the hand-stitched fabric, causing it to tear broadly. Finally she had rent it sufficiently that she was able to scramble out of the bushes. She balled up the cumbersome length of her tattered train and veil, then darted as quickly as her fashionable little shoes would permit over to the edge of the church wall. Cautiously, she peered around the front.

The choir had finished its hymn and the bishop was assuring the melting assemblage that the marriage ceremony was about to commence. Jack thought that unlikely, given that the bride had just hurled herself off a balcony and was in the process of making her escape. He watched her spy the long line of handsome carriages arranged down the laneway. The first of these was the bridal carriage, a gaudy affair of ebony and gold bedecked with fat satin ribbons and gigantic white flowers. Evidently deciding that it would be unseemly to flee from her groom in his wedding carriage, the bride raced past those appointed for the wedding party and toward the next available vehicle.

"Quick, drive away!" Amelia managed breathlessly as she scrambled inside, slamming the carriage door behind her. She glanced anxiously through the window to see if she was being followed. Then, remembering her manners, she graciously added to the driver, "Please."

A wizened little man with sleepy eyes and a scraggle of snowy hair turned and regarded her incredulously. "Here now, lass, what's this about?"

"Good afternoon, Miss Belford," said Jack, casually opening the door to the carriage. "A pleasant day for a ride, is it not?"

"Forgive me, sir, but this carriage is already engaged." Amelia struggled to remain calm as she glanced nervously out the window to see if anyone else had noticed her escape. "I'm afraid you will have to find another one."

"The lass is wantin' me to drive away with her," the driver reported to Jack, sounding thoroughly rattled.

"Really, sir, I must insist that you find your own carriage," Amelia protested, desperate to leave. "This one is already spoken for."

"Unfortunately, this is my own carriage," Jack informed her.

Amelia's heart sank. "Forgive me--I didn't know. In that case, I shall have to find another one."

She wadded up the voluminous trappings of her gown once more and scooted toward the door. Suddenly the mournful strains of the organ within the church stopped and agitated shouting rent the air.

"It would seem," Jack began, cocking his head toward the church, "someone has noticed the bride is missing."

The blood drained from her face, making her alarmingly pale. For a moment Jack feared she might actually faint.

Instead, she jerked off her emerald earrings and tossed them to him. "Will those combined with this necklace be enough for me to purchase this carriage from you?" she asked, unhooking the strand of diamonds around her neck.

Jack stared at her in astonishment.

"You may have this ring as well," she added, straining to pull an enormous ruby surrounded by a glittering halo of diamonds off her right hand. "Lord Whitcliffe said it had been in his family for generations. Of course I've been told that he has been forced to sell the most important Whitcliffe family jewels over the years to meet his debts, but I don't think he would have given it to me unless it was worth quite a bit. He is extremely concerned about appearances."

"I don't want Whitcliffe's ring," Jack protested, flustered.

Her expression fell. "You're right, of course--it doesn't really belong to me. But the necklace and earrings are mine," she vowed fervently. "My father gave them to me for my nineteenth birthday a few months ago. You may take them, sir, feeling absolutely confident that no one will ever come after you and challenge your--Quick, get in, they'll see you!" She grabbed him by his coat sleeve as people began to pour from the church shouting her name. "Hurry!"

Jack reluctantly climbed onto the seat opposite her and closed the door.

"Miss Belford," he began, adopting what he believed was his most reasonable tone, "you are clearly distraught and overcome with emotion. I'm sure that if you take a moment--"

"What is your name, sir?"

He regarded her in exasperation, aware that it would be scant minutes before someone decided to orchestrate a search of the carriages. "It's Jack," he told her. "Jack Kent."

"Tell me, Mr. Kent, have you ever been utterly, hopelessly trapped?"

Her eyes were wide and filled with emotion. They were the color of the sea, Jack realized as he studied her, the dark, unfathomable blue of the ocean when the sun sparkled like fallen stars upon its softly rippling waves. Long, smoky lashes veiled her upper lids, which on closer inspection were puffy and rimmed with scarlet, and crescent-shaped bruises of sleeplessness stained the delicate skin below. Her features were small and beautifully rendered, her complexion as fine as creamy silk, save for a playful splash of freckles that slipped across her nose, which Jack found disconcertingly charming. Her once artfully arranged hair was spilling in pale gold around her shoulders, a hopeless tangle of wayward pins, tattered veil, and bits of leaf. His runaway bride was tall, and her escapade down the wall suggested that she was fairly strong, but in that moment she seemed achingly small and fragile amidst the copious layers of her ruined bridal finery.

"Have you ever felt that you were about to be sentenced to a horrible existence you knew you could not bear," Amelia continued earnestly, "because the world wanted to imprison you simply because of who you were?"

His jaw tightened. The wounds of his past were buried beneath the years of Genevieve and Haydon's gentle care, but Miss Belford's words still cut him. Some wounds could never heal, he reflected bitterly, no matter how many years or how much money was layered in protective bandages over them.

For a moment Amelia feared she had offended him. A flash of anger had heated his gray gaze, and she noticed an almost imperceptible clenching of his jaw. There was a harsh wariness to the man before her that she had not encountered in any of the other scores of preening men she had met since arriving in England. His features were handsome but ruggedly cut, his tall physique lean and muscular, which was unlike the indulged softness she had come to expect from most of his peers. A jagged scar marred the darkly stubbled skin of his left cheek, and it seemed to have grown whiter as he considered her question.

"Perhaps you have never known what it is to feel absolutely desperate," she continued, shrinking back from the window as dozens more people flowed from the church to join the search for her. Her maid was now standing on the balcony from which she had made her escape, and a crowd had gathered to point excitedly at the telltale broken vine and crushed bushes below. "So desperate that you would risk anything, and everything, just for the faint chance that maybe there was another life waiting for you somewhere, if only you could break free and find it."

Her eyes were luminous with a haunting mixture of frail hope and overwhelming fear. Jack cursed silently. He was not in the habit of rescuing runaway heiresses. He had only agreed to attend Whitcliffe's nuptials as a way of having some brief time with his family before heading back to Scotland. There he would spend a quick day or two getting updated on the status of his shipping business before departing for Ceylon. He did not have time to get involved in Miss Belford's romantic dilemma, however unfortunate or compelling it might be. The only rational thing to do was to open the door at once and escort her out of the carriage and into the welcoming arms of her betrothed, who was no doubt currently overcome with concern for her welfare.

He stole a glance out the window. Amidst the crowd he now saw the imposing figure of Mr. John Henry Belford, her father, bellowing her name, whether with alarm or profound irritation Jack could not be sure. A heavily jeweled woman draped in pale peach silk trimmed with sable, which was utterly inappropriate given the blistering heat of the day, stood at his side, her face twisted into a mask of tightly affected calm. The bride's charming mother, he decided. And standing off to one side was pompous old Whitcliffe, his bulky, sagging form sweating in an ill-fitting wine-colored morning coat and trousers, his flaccid face nearly purple with apoplectic rage.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2003

    Finding Love and Discovering Yourself

    The Wedding Escape could have been no more than a runaway bride/reverse Cinderella story, but once again author Karyn Monk takes us below the surface, into the hearts and souls of her characters. The result is so much more satisfying this way! At first, we could consider Amelia and Jack a case of opposites attracting, but its the similarities and inverted aspects of their lives that I found most compelling. She, a pampered American heiress has to go into Cinderella-before-the-ball mode to find work and survive as her own person to discover her worthiness as a woman, not just a rich man's daughter. He, rescued from prison as a child of the streets and raised as the adopted son of good-hearted nobles, must overcome deep-rooted insecurity and disgust at his baseborn heritage to recognize his worthiness as a man. The journey of these two characters is anything but stodgy. Again, Ms. Monk imbues her stories with equal parts humor and intensity. There's no such thing as a smooth trip for readers as we go along for the ride. We laugh, cry, cheer and fear with these people. If we have to dive into some very dark lows, it only makes the bright triumphs that much more rewarding for Amelia, Jack and us. Ms. Monk always surrounds her main people with the most colorful clans of supporting characters. Jack's siblings, also all adopted from jails and the streets, return from the previous book The Prisoner, as do the funniest servant family you've ever read. These people make the landscape even richer and you'll fall in love all over again with each of them. (Thank goodness, the next book tells the story of sister Charlotte!)

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    delightful Victorian romance

    In 1883 Scotland, Jack Kent would rather be at sea than sit in the hot church awaiting the arrival of the wealthy American bride marrying the elderly groom with a title. Finally after what seems eternity, he steps outside for some air only to see the runaway bride tumble out a window. Amelia Bedford first tries to take his coach and then offers money for its use, but Jack rejects both. He was going to do nothing to abet her escape until Amelia¿s pleas about helpless imprisonment reminds him of his own past so he enables her to flee from her fate. Though he wants to go to Inverness before setting out for sea, Jack feels responsible for Amelia. He agrees to take her to her betrothed Lord Percy Baring in London. On the way they fall in love, but folks who want to control Amelia¿s money thwart the couple¿s path to happiness. Fans of Victorian romances will gain much pleasure from the delightful THE WEDDING ESCAPE. Though the story line reads similar to a recent bevy of tales focused on American heiresses seeking English titles, the lead couple serves as the key to the freshness of the plot. Readers will appreciate the shared commonality that Jack and Amelia almost obsess over, as both desperately need personal freedom to thrive. Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2003

    Wonderful read!

    Set in England, 1883. Amelia Belford was an American heiress. Her parents arranged for her to marry Lord Whitcliffe. They wanted his title and he wanted their fortune. However, Amelia wanted none of it! Amelia and Whitcliffe found each other to be disgusting. Only minutes before she was to march down the aisle, Amelia leaped out of a church window and into the coach of Jack Kent. ..... Jack Kent was a seafaring Scotsman who was only in town long enough to see his family and then take off again. The damsel in distress put a chink in his plans but he felt honor bound to help her out of her mess. Jack planned to keep his family OUT of it though. He would deal with it himself. Problem was his family was a lot like his servants, most wee thieves and orphans hired right out of prison and put to work. So of course they would stick their fingers into the mix. In addition, Jack was having trouble with his ships. A saboteur was at work and Jack needed to capture him before he lost his business. ..... ***** Author Karyn Monk is a master at turning madness, mayhem, and chaos into an exciting story that readers are unable to put down. I read only for a few minutes and was surprised to look at the clock and find out that hours had flown by. Exciting story from an amazing author. *****

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