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The Bartered Bride

The Bartered Bride

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by Mary Jo Putney

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Cherished for her compelling stories and lush historical detail, New York Times bestselling author Mary Jo Putney brings the past to life in stories of love that arouse the mind and senses. Now, from the exotic temptations of the Orient to the ruthless grandeur of 19th century London, Putney embarks on a sweeping romantic adventure that begins with a


Cherished for her compelling stories and lush historical detail, New York Times bestselling author Mary Jo Putney brings the past to life in stories of love that arouse the mind and senses. Now, from the exotic temptations of the Orient to the ruthless grandeur of 19th century London, Putney embarks on a sweeping romantic adventure that begins with a daring act of courage.

After building a fortune amid the splendor and dangers of the China seas, American adventurer and merchant prince Gavin Elliott is sailing for London, where he intends to establish himself in the society that forced his family to leave in disgrace when Gavin was only a child. But fate intervenes on an infamous island in the East Indies when he tries to save a European woman being sold at a slave auction. By the sultan’s decree, the woman can only be freed if Gavin wins her by enduring an ancient tribal challenge that may cost him his life. Yet Gavin cannot refuse to help a countrywoman, especially one who touches his heart and soul with her indomitable spirit.

Alexandra Warren ventured to Australia as a young bride eager for adventure. A dozen years later she is returning home as widow and mother when a pirate attack separates her from her beloved daughter and condemns Alex to a life of servitude. Then a miracle arrives in the form of a steely-eyed Yankee captain willing to risk everything to set her free.

A shocking turn of events brings an unexpected alliance with her rescuer, and Gavin and Alex arrive in London as intimate strangers joined by too many painful secrets. Yet attraction and affection soon overcome the trauma of their first meeting. Until the past reaches out to change Gavin’s life–and threaten the passionate love he has found with his irresistible bartered bride.

Graced by Mary Jo Putney’s priceless eloquence, The Bartered Bride captivates the heart with memorable characters and powerful emotions that will stay with you forever.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“Mary Jo Putney is not to be missed!”

“[MARY JO PUTNEY] IS A BEAUTIFUL WRITER . . . She opens the door to another society during a different time and the reader is so much richer for the experience.”
The Oakland Press

“Mary Jo Putney can sweep readers into exotic locales as easily as into the ballrooms and courtrooms of Victorian England . . . Another finely crafted tale by a mistress of the genre.”
Romantic Times

Kirkus Reviews

“With its strong, courageous characters, high degree of emotional intensity, excellent writing, and compelling plot, this novel is classic Putney and a fitting conclusion to the trilogy that began with The Wild Child. One of the best authors writing today, Putney . . . has few peers when it comes to creating emotionally satisfying romances that connect with readers.”
Library Journal

“An exciting, action-packed historical romance that never slows down . . . The story line is loaded with a taste of an exotic 1830s environment. . . . Mary Jo Putney continues to provide a vast panorama of an intriguing bygone era by placing her romances in unique locales.”
The Midwest Book Review

“A rich and realistic nineteenth-century historical romance . . . Putney knows how to create characters attractive enough to enchant readers without being too good to be true.”
Publishers Weekly

“Recommended . . . Combines passion with suspense . . . Cleanly plotted and well written.”

Publishers Weekly
This final volume in a popular trilogy (The Wild Child; The China Bride) is a rich and realistic 19th-century historical romance. Gavin Elliott, captain of his trading company's flagship, has been traveling the East Indies since the death of his young wife and infant daughter. Alexandra Warren, too, is widowed; soon after she and her daughter leave Australia for England, their ship is taken by Malaysian pirates and she is abducted. When Gavin visits Malaysia as the guest of a local sultan, he sees Alexandra on the block at a slave auction. As soon as he sets eyes on the indomitable Englishwoman, their fates are united. After a series of trials (including wrestling a giant lizard), Gavin is allowed to bring Alexandra back to England, but their worst problems are not yet behind them. Putney knows how to create characters attractive enough to enchant readers without being too good to be true. Gavin is gallant and romantic"he risks his life for a woman he doesn't know, marries her to protect her reputation and understands her physical reticence after her traumatic experience"but he is not without doubts and desires. Alexandra, for her part, believes that Gavin helps her out of chivalry, but she is too gracious and too aware of her position to reject his aid. Both characters have vivid inner lives and thoroughly imagined personalities. Their union is inevitable"this is a romance novel"but their journey from strangers to spouses to true lovers is utterly authentic. (May) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Sailing back to England as a widow and mother after having lived in Australia with her husband, Alexandra Warren and her daughter are enslaved when pirates capture their ship. She is heartened, months into her servitude, when American ship captain Gavin Elliot vows to free her. He risks his life for her, and circumstances force them into trying to forge a life together-until Gavin's past threatens them both. This is a tale of romance, suspense, and adventure, and Michael Page reads it with spirit and style. He is up to the challenge of myriad accents-Far Eastern, British, and American, as well as a mix of ages. He deftly conveys the story's adventure, suspense, danger, and sensuality. Recommended for fans of period romantic suspense.-Melody A. Moxley, Rowan P.L., Salisbury, NC Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-From the tantalizing opening scene to the exciting climax, readers will find a creative, entertaining romance tinged with mystery and set in 1834. As the story begins, Gavin is about to be hung for the murder of his wife, Alexandra. The remainder of the novel is a flashback showing the development of their life together and the growth of his business. Gavin, a British-born American seafaring entrepreneur, rescued Alexandra, a British widow, after she had been captured by pirates and sold into slavery on an East Asian island. As a slave, she had been raped and emotionally scarred, so Gavin had to be gentle and patient to help her recover. Their characters are well drawn, and the plot moves quickly and is easy to follow. Putney contrasts Western and Eastern cultures as the rescue involved a game in which Gavin had to excel with five different skills demonstrating male prowess. Later, he had to use other talents to cope with challenges of life in London's proper high society. The author makes further contrasts with the views of slavery as held by Americans and the British during the mid-19th century.-Claudia Moore, W. T. Woodson High School, Fairfax, VA Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Kidnapped and enslaved by Malay pirates, English gentlewoman Alexandra is rescued by a dashing captain who falls in love with her. But first, captain Gavin Elliot negotiates for her release from the wicked Sultan of the imaginary island of Muradi. As Asian despots go, the Sultan is relatively easygoing, and so he proposes a game of chance: Gavin can win the fair Alexandra only by means of several arduous challenges. He scales a crumbling cliff and plants a silk scarf atop it, fights a Komodo dragon and cuts off the priceless pearl the lethal creature wears on its collar, and drinks the Sultan under the table. Clad in shimmering silks and golden manacles, Alexandra is his at last-and Gavin must bed her in public. Alex complies: there's no other way she can safely gain her freedom and find her young daughter Kate. Afterward, Gavin and Alex sail away into the Pacific and find Kate, then marry and return to London. Alex's highborn relatives by marriage are delighted beyond measure to see her again, and Gavin is nonplussed to discover that he's now an earl, according to various quirks of primogeniture, even though he considers himself an American. Alas, there's envy of the new lord and lady, and it's not long before Alex has been kidnapped again-this time by a vicious little beauty married to a merchant mariner who's convinced that Gavin cheated him out of a lucrative South Seas trade route. Meanwhile, accused of her supposed murder, Gavin awaits trial in the Tower of London. Will Alexandra be able to break out of her dungeon using only a soupspoon? Will Gavin be rescued from the hangman's noose? Will the cellar cat ever stop bringing the forlorn captive rats for snacks? An improbablehistorical romance that doesn't know when to quit: another in the long line of wonderfully entertaining tales from Putney (China Bride, 2001, etc.).

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The Tower of London, Autumn 1835

The stones of the Tower radiated anguish and despair. How many prisoners had paced these rooms, praying for escape?    As a nearby church bell tolled seven times, Gavin Elliott lay on his narrow bed, eyes closed. Soon he must rise and prepare for the trial that would begin today, but he preferred to hang on to the rags of a pleasant dream as long as possible. Transparent aquamarine water, white sand, Alexandra laughing with the vitality that made all other women pale by comparison.

Alex. The dream splintered and fell away. Wearily he sat up and swung his legs from the bed. The stone floor had the chill of death. Two warders were always posted in the room with him, ubiquitous as the stony chamber’s cold drafts. He’d lived shoulder to shoulder with other men when he first went to sea as a common sailor, but he’d spent too many years as the captain, the owner, the taipan, to enjoy this return to constant scrutiny.

The door opened, closed again. “Your breakfast has arrived, sir.” The warders were scrupulously polite. Not their fault the tea was prepared so far away that it was tepid by the time it reached the prisoner in the Bloody Tower.

Moving to the washstand, Gavin splashed cold water on his face to clear his mind, then shaved with extra care. It wouldn’t do to look like a murderous villain today. The face in the mirror didn’t inspire him with confidence, though. Grief, strain, and weeks of imprisonment shadowed his eyes, and years of sun and sea had left him with a weathered, tan complexion that Britons considered ungentlemanly.

The coat and trousers he donned were black for mourning. He wondered if his judges would consider that hypocritical.

The door opened again. The taller of the warders, Ridley, mumbled a protest. The reply was much clearer. “I have permission.”

Recognizing the voice, Gavin turned to greet the Earl of Wrexham. They’d come a long way since that first meeting in India seven years before. Kyle Renbourne had been Lord Maxwell then, a restless heir running away from his staid English life. Gavin had been in dire straits, a string of disasters having driven his trading company, Elliott House, to the brink of collapse.

After a night of talking and drinking they struck a deal on a handshake, and became friends as well as partners. That bond held even now that Kyle had inherited his father’s honors, while Gavin was the scandal of London.

Kyle crossed the room, his long coat darkened with rain. “I thought I’d accompany you to your trial.”

And in doing so, he’d make a public display of support. “Good of you,” Gavin said gruffly, “but there’s no point in tarnishing your reputation.”

His friend gave a faint smile. “An advantage of being a lord is that it doesn’t much matter what people think about me.”

“It matters when one is assumed to be a murderer.”

With a gesture, Kyle cleared the room of warders. When they were alone, he said, “The investigator has a couple of leads that might prove who tried to make you look guilty. Pierce or your damned cousin are capable of doing it.”

Gavin shrugged into his coat. “It’s easier to believe that I’m a murderer than that I’m the target of a vast, complicated conspiracy.”

“You’re no murderer.” “I didn’t kill Alex, but there are other lives on my conscience. Maybe divine justice is catching up with me.”

“Defending your life and protecting others isn’t murder. The so-called evidence that you were responsible for Alexandra’s death is absurd.” “It’s strong enough to hang an upstart Scottish-American merchant.” Especially a merchant who had angered powerful men. “Given the circumstances, it’s not hard to build a case for me wanting to rid myself of an inconvenient wife.”

“No one who saw you look at Alex would believe that.”

Gavin’s throat tightened. His friend was perceptive. “Even if I’m acquitted, it won’t bring her back.”

“Don’t give up on me, damn it!” Kyle snapped. “There’s no point in hanging for a crime you didn’t commit.”

The door opened and the warders returned, accompanied by four guards who’d come to take the prisoner to his place of trial. Surrounded, Gavin descended the tower stairs and walked out in the rain to reach a waiting carriage. Kyle stayed with him, his silent presence a comfort. In a world gone mad, at least one man believed in Gavin’s innocence.

As the carriage left the Tower precincts, a group of onlookers shouted, “Wife killer!” and “Hang the bluidy bastard!” Stones rattled off the sides of the vehicle.

Gavin’s gaze was caught by a group of three men, better dressed than the rest of the mob. The three who most wanted him dead. Barton Pierce, face weathered and expression like granite, who’d nursed his hatred for years. Philip Elliott, who had the most to gain if Gavin was hanged. Major Mark Colwell, who’d felt that only a soldier deserved Alexandra. Did any of them have triumph in their eyes? Impossible to tell in the rain—but all would dance on his grave when the time came.

He turned away from the window, expression grim. His life had begun spinning out of control the day he met Alexandra. Who could have guessed that his desire to help a woman in distress might lead him to the gallows?

BOOK I The Price of a Woman’s Life

CHAPTER 1 The East Indies, Spring 1834

The silence woke her. No screaming wind, no groaning timbers, no pounding waves trying to crush the ribs of the ship.

   Scarcely able to believe the Amstel had survived the storm, Alexandra Warren carefully detached herself from her sleeping eight-year-old daughter, untied the ropes she’d used to secure them in the bunk, and stood. Every inch of her body felt bruised from the battering they’d endured. She had stayed awake for two days and a night, but finally fallen into exhausted sleep, cradling Katie protectively in her arms.

The porthole over the narrow bunk showed a lightening sky. Dawn must be close. The ship appeared to be anchored in a large, quiet bay surrounded by rugged hills. Eagerly she opened the porthole so fresh air could dispel the cabin’s staleness.

The warm, spice-scented breeze caressed her face like a blessing. Alex gave a prayer of thanksgiving for their survival. Though she’d hidden her fear from Katie, she’d believed the Amstel was doomed, and that she’d never see England again.

At twenty, she’d been eager to accept Major Edmund Warren’s proposal. Her father, stepfather, and grandfather had all been army officers, and as a child she’d followed the drum through the Peninsu- lar Wars under the watchful eye of her mother. What could be more natural than to marry Edmund, both for himself and for the adventures she’d find as his wife?

Though Edmund had been a decent husband, the raw new land of Australia had offered more suffocating snobbery than adventures, and Alex had missed her home and family far more than she’d expected. Having a child had intensified that, for it saddened her that Katie had never met her grandparents, uncles, aunts, or cousins.


Alex glanced down and saw a dark yawn open in the pale oval of her daughter’s face. “I’m here, Katybird.”

“The storm is over?”

“Yes. Would you like to look outside?”

Katie scrambled out from under the covers and stood on the bunk so she could see out the porthole. “Where are we?”

“I’m not sure. We were about two days southeast of Batavia when the typhoon hit.” She smoothed her daughter’s tangled blond hair, which had escaped from her braid as she slept. “There are thousands and thousands of islands in the East Indies—more than the stars in the sky. Some are civilized, some are filled with savages, some have never been visited by a European. But Captain Verhoeven will know where we are. He’s a fine sailor to have brought us through the storm without crashing into an island.”

At least, she hoped the captain would know where they were. He seemed a capable man. When the numbness from Edmund’s death from fever began to wear off, Alex had been so impatient to go home that she’d booked passage on the Dutch Amstel rather than wait indefinitely for a British vessel. The merchant ship was bound for Calcutta via Batavia and Singapore. In India it would be easy to find passage home to England. Though the crew was much smaller than the navy ship that had taken her and Edmund to New South Wales, Alex and Katie had been treated well and the journey had been pleasant, at least until the typhoon hit.

“I’m hungry,” Katie said wistfully. “Can we eat now?”

Alex was hungry, too. The galley fire had been extinguished as too hazardous during the storm. Even if food had been available, they had felt too queasy to eat. “I’ll see what I can find in the galley. The cook may already be up and preparing breakfast.”

Since Alex had slept in her clothing, she had only to slip on shoes before leaving the cabin. The ship was still, except for the constant creak of wood and rattle of lines. The captain must have decided to give his hard-pressed crew the rest of the night off before assessing the damage.

The island was becoming clearer, though the surface of the water was obscured by patches of low-lying mist. Near the helm she saw the dark silhouette of the officer of the watch. From his height and thinness, she guessed it was the young Dutch second mate. She raised one hand in salute and received a respectful bow in return.

As Alex headed to the galley, a muffled splash sounded not far from the ship. She frowned. A leaping fish?

The sound came again. She scrutinized the mist, catching her breath when shadows slowly became recognizable as two praus—the long, narrow boats used by natives of the islands. Several times praus had been paddled out to the Amstel when the ship sailed near an island, eager to offer fruit and fish and poultry to crew and passengers. Alex had bought a doll for Katie from one woman.

But she knew these were no friendly traders. Not this early, and taking such pains to be quiet. Knowing the islands were infested with pirates, she raced to the mate, praying that she was wrong. “Look!”

His gaze followed her pointing arm, and he uttered a guttural curse. Bellowing a warning, he galloped toward the main hatchway to raise the rest of the crew. In the lead prau, a hulking Malay reared up and hurled a spear. It streaked across the water to bury itself in the young mate’s throat. Alex gasped, paralyzed by the swiftness with which peace had turned into horror.

Abandoning secrecy, the praus leaped forward under maximum rowing power, accompanied by the deep, terrifying boom of war gongs. As they neared the ship, they separated to box the Amstel in on both sides. Within a minute of Alex’s first sighting, heavy hulls banged against the merchant ship, grappling hooks flew over the railings, and pirates began swarming aboard. She estimated that there were forty or fifty men in each prau—far more than the crew of the Amstel.

Meet the Author

A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and Publishers Weekly bestselling author, Mary Jo Putney is a graduate of Syracuse University with degrees in eighteenth-century literature and industrial design. She has won numerous awards for her writing, including two Romance Writers of America RITA awards and four consecutive Golden Leaf awards for Best Historical Romance. The author of twenty-six novels, Ms. Putney lives near Baltimore, Maryland.

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1st book by this author. Very good writer. she employed many characters, romance, action, adventure and a host of other adjectives. I just hate the some of the circumstances of events that evolved around the main characters felt exaggerated.
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I love romance novels and this book truly bored me to tears. I did not finish the book, which is rare for me. I am sorry that I spent the money and filled my nook with this sleeper. To much analyzing and thought among the characters, not enough interaction with the main characters. zzzzzzzz.......
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