Betrayed by her husband, Annabelle Tyler wears the burden of legally being a divorcee, a difficult position for an upstanding young woman to find herself in. While attempting to start a new life for herself, an unexpected turn of events once again has Annabelle marriedthis time to Harrison Graymoor, the most eligible, yet elusive, bachelor in Philadelphia. Harrison assures her that he will secure an annulment immediately, unaware that the constable has sent word of the marriage to the press in Philadelphia. And here things continue to go awry. Harrison's past, a philanthropic cousin with his eye on Annabelle, and the appearance of Annabelle's ex-husband threaten the tentative relationship growing between Harrison and his "wife." For two individuals set against marriage, there are certainly a lot of second thoughts regarding the one forced upon them.
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Delia Parr (Mary Lechleidner) is the author of 12 historical novels and the winner of several awards. The mother of three grown children, she is a full-time high school teacher who spends her summer vacations writing and kayaking. She lives in Collingswood, New Jersey.
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By Delia Parr
Bethany House PublishersCopyright © 2011 Delia Parr
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Chapter OneWestern Pennsylvania 1831
Annabelle Tyler may have hoped she would marry again someday, but she never dreamed she would be wearing handcuffs during the ceremony when she did.
Scarcely thirty-six hours after leaving Hanover, Pennsylvania, to forge a respectable future for herself, she barely listened to the man next to her as he grumbled his vows. She was still struggling to make sense of the frightening turn of events that had led her here, to this nondescript minister's cottage in a small rural hamlet where she knew absolutely no one.
Despite the sheriff's coat around her shoulders and the hearty fire burning in the small parlor, Annabelle shivered with cold that had penetrated every bone in her body. She glanced up at the man by her side. Harrison Graymoor had been a complete stranger to her until only yesterday, but the ordeal they had endured together had taken its toll.
His finely tailored vest and cambric shirt were badly soiled with the same dirt and grime that stained her travel gown, and exhaustion had painted dark circles beneath his ebony eyes. His determined fight to prevent this marriage had now been replaced by a resignation that surprised her, since he had far more at stake by marrying than she did. The grim reality that he was being forced into this marriage, however, had erased his rakish smile and the surprisingly deep dimples in his cheeks, but he held his head high when he finally gritted, "I do."
She swayed a bit, locked her knees, and dropped her gaze. She had not eaten since the day before yesterday, and she used every last bit of her waning strength to keep standing on her own two feet, if only to maintain a modicum of dignity in front of the four men who were witnessing this mockery of a ceremony. When she adjusted the heavy coat about her shoulders, she inadvertently yanked the short chain on the metal cuff on her right wrist that kept her linked to Harrison.
She froze instinctively, and his hiss of pain distracted her from the minister's monotone recitation of the vows she was supposed to pledge. When she looked down, she saw a fresh trickle of blood ooze down the back of his hand from beneath the too-small cuff that dug deep into his swollen left wrist. She quickly averted her gaze, but not before she got a glimpse of the end of the rifle barrel nudged against his back. "I didn't mean to hurt you again," she whispered. "I-I'm sorry."
"The proper response is 'I will' or 'I do,'" Reverend Wood admonished, as if she had been speaking to him.
When she turned her attention back to the minister, she wondered if he could see anything more than a few inches in front of his face, since his eyes were so clouded by age.
"I'm still waiting for you to recite your vows and acknowledge them," he demanded, clearly annoyed that he had been dragged from his bed shortly before dawn to marry them.
One of the two men standing directly to her left edged closer in an unspoken warning to cooperate, reinforced as the two men on Harrison's side nudged him closer to her. Determined not to utter any words that would seal her union to Mr. Graymoor, she took a deep breath to gather up the last of her rapidly fading strength. Now that it appeared she had no other choice, she swallowed her pride and decided she had to admit she was not the maiden they believed her to be. "Please. Just let me explain. There's no need to force this man to marry me."
The minister's voice hardened with impatience. "Do you or do you not recognize the scandalous nature of your situation and the attempt we're all making on your behalf to salvage your reputation?" he snapped.
"I'm a God-fearing woman of faith, and I'm telling you that nothing improper happened," she insisted, repeating the claim she had made to the four men when they had rescued her, as well as Harrison, less than an hour ago. "I give you my word."
Harrison cleared his throat. "I'm afraid it's not your word and your character that are in question. It's mine."
She looked up at him and frowned. "That may be, but my future's at stake, too," she quipped before turning her attention back to the minister again and softening her voice. "The men who stopped our stage robbed us, handcuffed us together, and left us tied to the stagecoach while they escaped with the driver and all of our possessions. It's not Mr. Graymoor's fault or mine that it took a full day and night to find us. Mr. Graymoor was a complete gentleman and quite concerned for my well-being the entire time," she insisted, remaining silent about his attempts to flirt with her when they first boarded the stage or the fact that the robbers would never have robbed the stage if he had not been aboard in the first place.
The sheriff snorted. "Harrison Graymoor may be exceedingly wealthy, but he's also a cad and a libertine who needs to be held accountable for his outrageous behavior, particularly with women. His reputation, I assure you, is well-known far beyond Philadelphia, where he resides."
"We're far from Philadelphia, and we should all avoid gossip that no one here can confirm," she argued, but she was also relieved they were a far cry from Four Corners, the small town where she had become equally infamous.
The minister nodded. "I'm retired from active ministry now, but I'm not a hermit. I recognize the family name, as well as this man's reputation," he informed them and looked directly at Annabelle. "The sheriff told me he found you lying in this man's arms after spending the night with him alone. Are you now disputing that fact, or is it true?"
She blushed, although she could not remember exactly how or when she had ended up cuddled against his side during the night. "Yes, it's true," she admitted, "but the weather had turned exceedingly cold again and the thieves had stolen my cloak as well as his coat. Mr. Graymoor eventually freed us from the ropes they used to bind us to the stagecoach, but there was nothing he could do to remove the handcuffs," she explained, still ridden with guilt for injuring Harrison when she tried to do just that. "We tried walking to find help, but a thunderstorm forced us back to the stagecoach for shelter. By then, we were both drenched and—"
"And this wretched man used this poor woman's distress to his sinful advantage." The man directly to her left squared his shoulders and took a step forward. "My name is James Jenkins. One of Graymoor's country estates is near my home in Chad's Landing. My wife, Camille, went to work there when he showed up four months ago, and this man ... this man ... seduced her," he murmured, repeating the charges he had made to the sheriff earlier.
"I did no such thing," Harrison argued in a low voice that was just as authoritative as it had been earlier when he'd tried to reason with Jenkins and the sheriff. "I did not seduce Mrs. Jenkins, and I did not seduce Miss Tyler."
"He gave this to my wife," Jenkins charged, pulling an intricate gold bracelet from his pocket and dangling it in front of the minister, who leaned his face so far forward to see it that Annabelle wondered how he kept his balance. "What sort of man gives a married woman an expensive gift like this unless he's seduced her?"
The minister pulled back and pursed his lips. "Mr. Graymoor?"
Harrison shrugged. "It was a parting trinket to thank her for her work as a temporary member of my staff. Nothing more."
Jenkins shoved the bracelet back into his pocket. "You gave it to her to assuage your conscience, although I'm surprised you have one," he charged and drew in deep breaths of air as his cheeks reddened with the shame of his wife's betrayal.
"I did not seduce your wife, and she did not betray you. Not with me," Harrison argued.
Sheriff Taylor shook his head and addressed the minister. "I'm afraid Mr. Graymoor's reputation as a womanizer makes it difficult, if not impossible, to take him at his word. Not where women are concerned."
The minister cleared his throat, effectively ending the discussion. "Perhaps if Mr. Graymoor were to be married to a 'Godfearing woman of faith,'" he said firmly, using Annabelle's own words against them both, "she might inspire him to lead a life of honor befitting the name he carries. More importantly, Miss Tyler should not bear the burden of having her reputation or her name sullied—"
"There is no burden," Annabelle argued, tilting up her chin. Although she was weakened by fatigue as well as frustration, she could not overlook the absurdity of the predicament she was in or the fact she was actually handcuffed to the man she was being forced to marry. Handcuffed!
"Even the appearance of impropriety demands that you be protected. If you were a married woman, that would be a matter for Sheriff Taylor to address. You are, however, a single woman, and it is a matter for me to remedy," he insisted and turned to Harrison. "Are you prepared to fulfill the vows you have already pledged or do you rescind them?"
Harrison sighed. "No. I do not rescind them," he murmured and arched his back as if the barrel of the rifle had been pressed harder.
"And you, Miss Tyler, will you accept this man as your lawful husband and be faithful to the vows I've already recited for you?"
She swallowed hard. She was only twenty-four years old. She could hardly believe that all the hopes she had had for the future would be gone once she married this stranger, but she was too disillusioned and too exhausted to argue anymore. Holding tight to her faith in God, if only to give strength to her belief that He was totally in charge of the new path her life was taking, she let out a long sigh and finally uttered the words the minister wanted her to say. "I ... I will."
"Then as a minister of the Word, I now declare that you are man and wife. Go in peace, together, to serve Him in this world in order to rejoice with Him for all of eternity. Now then, would you like to kiss your bride, Mr. Graymoor?"
Harrison held up the handcuffs that still bound them together. "I believe my wife and I would like these handcuffs removed before I consider anything else," he countered.
When she nodded her agreement, the minister smiled for the first time that morning. "There's a blacksmith not more than a few miles from the inn, which is about five miles farther away," he offered. "Sheriff, I trust you'll deliver Mr. and Mrs. Graymoor there? They're obviously both in need of nourishment as well as rest before they continue their journey."
"I will indeed."
"Then once the marriage certificate is duly signed, you can all be on your way." He walked over to a small table in the corner of the room and signed the paper lying there. One of the men who had helped Sheriff Taylor rescue them signed right after the sheriff, who ordered all three of his companions to go outside to ready the horses.
In turn, the minister motioned Annabelle and Harrison to come to the table. "While you two sign this marriage certificate, I've got to record the marriage in my book, which I've left in the other room. Sheriff, perhaps you could ask one of your men to saddle up my horse for Mr. and Mrs. Graymoor to ride. Joshua Lawrence, down at the inn, will see that it's returned," he said before taking his leave.
As Annabelle and Harrison slowly made their way to the table, she took great care to make certain she did not pull on the chain that bound them together. Under the sheriff's watchful gaze, they each signed the document, and she noted the crooked scrawl the minister had managed to write.
"Wait here. I'll be back to get you both as soon as we have your horse ready," the sheriff ordered before he left them alone for the first time since they had been rescued.
Once the ink dried, she folded the certificate, planning to add it to the few things she had been able to hide from the thieves by storing them in a cotton pouch she had pinned to her chemise. She also pressed her arm to her side to make certain the knitting stick she had convinced the thieves to let her keep was still at her waist. "There was no need for you to be saddled with me as your wife. Why didn't you argue with those men more?" she whispered.
"I seem to recall having the barrel of a rifle planted in the small of my back, in case you didn't notice," he replied. But there was just a hint of that twinkle back in his eyes as he snatched the certificate out of her hand and stored it beneath his vest.
"But we didn't do anything wrong. I mean ... you didn't ... we didn't ..." Unable to put such a delicate matter into words, she dropped her gaze and hoped her cheeks were not as red as she feared they were.
"No, we didn't. Your virtue is intact, which is another reason why I didn't need to waste precious time arguing with men who weren't prepared to listen to anything either one of us had to say. Once we get these handcuffs removed, get something to eat and some well-deserved rest, we'll travel straight to Philadelphia, where I can have this marriage annulled."
"You're certain we should arrive within a day or two?"
He nodded. "You won't miss that appointment of yours," he promised, and she was pleased that he recognized how important it was for her to arrive before the deadline. "When I meet with my lawyer to get the annulment proceedings started, I'll also have him draw up a settlement for you."
Annabelle shook her head. "That won't be necessary."
"I rather think it is," he argued. "At the very least, you'll need to replace what the thieves stole from you, which I assure you I can easily afford to do." He smiled when she nodded reluctantly.
"Are you absolutely certain there won't be a problem obtaining a quick annulment?"
He shrugged. "Since our marriage never has and never will be consummated, I should expect it will be rather easy to obtain within a month or so," he said, using an authoritative tone that invited no argument from her. "Granted, it may be a bit awkward for both of us for a while, but the annulment should be granted so quickly, no one need ever learn we were married at all."
"There are more than a few people who already know we're married, and Reverend Wood is recording it in his book as we speak," she reminded him, worried that he was either overconfident or merely accustomed to getting what he wanted because of his immense wealth that everyone else had mentioned.
"We'll never see any of these people again. Even if their gossip spreads to the city, I've learned that rumors quickly disappear when no proof emerges," he countered. "Don't worry. I'm absolutely certain I can have our marriage annulled. When I do, it will be as if it never existed at all, legally speaking," he said as he led her closer to the fire to share one last bit of warmth before they ventured outside again into the freezing cold that had blanketed the area for most of November. "If all else fails, of course, I can always petition for a divorce, which will be a first for anyone in my family."
A chill raced up the length of her spine, and she trembled. "I'm afraid it won't be the first time. Not for me," she whispered so softly she barely heard her own words.
At least this time she knew the man she had married was a womanizer before they were wed.
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After reading Hearts Awakening, Delia Parr was poised to be one of my new favorite writers. I was dismayed but not dissuaded by her scant three novels that piqued my interest, might I add I most certainly judge a book by its cover while ordering online. Quickly ordering the other two, as I had already read one of the three, I was more than excited to receive Hidden Affections a few days prior. It was my genre of choice, historical fiction, with a pair of lovers who brought together by unfortunate circumstances fail to realize, and struggle against, their strong feelings for one another. I do not pretend that this is a deeply intellectual read, nor did I expect it to be. However, this latest novel by Ms. Parr lacked some of the finesse of her other novel which I can quickly devoured. The characters fell flat for me, they lacked the originality I found in Hearts Awakening and the story seemed to fall into the same old plot lines I had seen before. Formulaic, if you will. This novel also was heavily saturated with Christian references and bible verses. I am by no means opposed to a spiritual read, but only if it is sprinkled in. There is only so much I can take, a faith so unbroken by time can come across as unbelievable if its strength is unwavering. Even those who have such a strong connection with God find themselves facing doubt every now and again. Also, the main character Annabelle was too... dare I say it, good? I like flaws, they make the story interesting. She had none, or at least none that were noteworthy. Even her scandalous past was blamed upon another. Annabelle was young, gorgeous and inherently goodhearted. Would I recommend it? I suppose. But I'm disappointed Ms. Parr, I know you could do better. And I am sorely upset I splurged and bought this full priced, I have found much better bargain books.
I thoroughly enjoyed this story. It had a very unique beginning to the story and kept my attention all the way through. I like the writing style of Delia Parr. Annabelle finds herself married to Harrison Graymoor (and how it happens was quite interesting). Neither one of them plan to stay married, but must, for appearances, look happily married until the annullment comes through. So you have two very determined individuals, who are forced into a situation, who are both trying very hard not to like each other and definately NOT to fall in love. I appreciated Annabelle and her desire to "befriend" everyone; the servants, staff and even the down and out. Her motto for life pretty much summed up how she tried to live, "If you live a life centered on the love God has for you, He'll always give you the strenth to embrace love and the courage and grace to face all the disappointments that life can hurl at you." I also liked how Harrison tried to be uncaring, but secretly he was always doing something nice. And I loved the head housekeeper at Graymoor Gardens - she was a dear lady, who didn't mind speaking her mind! There was heartaches, secrets and sadness, but alot of caring and love throughout the book and I enjoyed every minute of it. I want to thank Bethany House Publishers for sending me this book for review. I could have chosen several other books, but I must say the cover drew me to this one. Great job!
This was an interesting historical romance that talks about something you normally don't see in Christian fiction even though many Christians have gone through this in their lives: divorce and remarriage. This seems to be one of the taboo subjects in most Christian circles as this is probably one of the few times I have read a book where divorce is brought up and actually takes place with Christians who are considered to be "good people." Parr takes the overly-used hastily married and THEN fall in love afterward scenario and adds a twist to it.I liked the characters and felt the storyline to be intriguing and evenly paced. The staff at Harrison's second home welcome Annabelle and make her feel welcome. They don't question the unconventional marriage and allow her to be herself. I really like how she helps out the staff with teaching them how to read or even just cook better desserts. The relationship with Harrison and Anna grows throughout the story. I thought it was going to be predictable but found that Parr kept throwing in things to twist up the story such as an ex-husband and another divorce. This is not to say that divorce is used casually in the book but given the circumstances that happened in the book, I can agree as to why it happened.I did have a a bit of issue with with how the whole marriage took place in the beginning. I hated how both of them had no say in it, especially Annabelle simply because she was a woman. It felt like the townspeople were trying to cover up something that could put a blight on their otherwise perfect town. They didn't take into account that this marriage might fail or that even Harrison could be dangerous. They just wanted to get them married so there wouldn't be scandal and wash it off their hands. Luckily for everyone, everything worked out but still it annoyed me at the way it was all handled.Overall a nice historical romance with a bit of a twist on the normal love story. On an aside, while I'm not too fond of the front cover of the book (doesn't the cover model look like Kate Hudson?), I love the back cover. It's just a very simple shade of light ice blue but it's so comforting and soothing to look at. It's hard to explain in words but when I saw the back cover, I felt very refreshed. It's been a while since cover made me feel that way.
First of all, I was very taken by the cover. Typically this kind of fiction has the same basic cover: a young woman, made up to look like she lived in a certain historical period, holding some sort of prop and smiling saucily at the camera, or if it is even older fiction- her head may be entirely chopped off! I liked this picture- it made me curious about what the book was about. (And I thought the model had a striking resemblance to Kate Hudson).This was a very enjoyable read. It had a predictable plot- but not in a way that made it unpleasant to read. It felt fresh and different from other Christian novels I have read recently. The author made Annabelle strong- without coming off as arrogant or stubborn. It was very nice to read a book that had no "secret agenda" about how women don't need anyone to save them. Annabelle was strong, wise, and independent without lessening the male characters.I found the plot to be paced well- and I couldn't put it down!On a side note- the last book from the author that I read, "Love's First Bloom" I did not enjoy at all. I am very pleased to say that this book has completely changed my mind about the author and I will be coming back for more!You can find out more about the author, Delia Parr, here. I received this book for free for review from Bethany House. I do not guarantee a positive review, however, I do promise an honest one.
Wish there was a number 4 in this series loved each book
Really enjoyed this book. Can't wait to read the others in this series.
This is a good series to read. I've enjoyed each of Delia Parr's books
Western Pennsylvania - 1831 Annabelle Tyler may have hoped she would marry again someday, but she never dreamed she would be wearing handcuffs during the ceremony when she did. Scarcely thirty-six hours after leaving Hanover, Pennsylvania, to forge a respectable future for herself, she barely listened to the man next to her as he grumbled his vows. She was still struggling to make sense of the frightening turn of events that had led her here, to this nondescript minister's cottage in a small rural hamlet where she knew absolutely no one. Despite the sheriff's coat around her shoulders and the hearty fire burning in the small parlor, Annabelle shivered with cold that had penetrated every bone in her body. She glanced up at the man by her side. Harrison Graymoor had been a complete stranger to her until only yesterday, but the ordeal they had endured together had taken its toll. His finely tailored vest and cambric shirt were badly soiled with the same dirt and grime that stained her travel gown, and exhaustion had painted dark circles beneath his ebony eyes. His determined fight to prevent this marriage had now been replaced by a resignation that surprised her, since he had far more at stake by marrying than she did. The grim reality that he was being forced into this marriage, however, had erased his rakish smile and the surprisingly deep dimples in his cheeks, but he had his head high when he finally gritted, "I do." (pg 7). In the latest novel, Hidden Affections by Delia Parr, we are introduced to an unlikely couple who are trying desperately not to fall in love. As you can see by the opening pages of this novel, it will be a journey unlike no other between Annabelle Tyler and Harrison Graymoor. I received this book compliments of Christian Fiction Blog Alliance for my honest review and give this one a 5 out of 5 stars. This is a great romance story that truly does not begin with a once upon a time, and will keep you turning page after page just wondering what will happen next.