One Golden Ring

One Golden Ring

by Cheryl Bolen

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ISBN-13: 9781420132618
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 10/01/2005
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 106,907
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

When she was news editor of an award-winning Texas newspaper, Cheryl Bolen published her first novel, A Duke Deceived, with Harlequin Historical in 1998. The book netted Bolen the title of Notable New Author, and her career was launched. After careers in journalism and in teaching English, Bolen is happy to be writing full time now. She and her husband—a college professor—live in a suburb of Houston and are the parents of two sons who claim to be grown.

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CHAPTER 1

Lady Fiona Hollingsworth felt wretchedly guilty for sitting there in her theatre box, and even more guilty for pondering a flame-haired actress, when her brother's very life was being threatened — not that Randy was likely to expire this very night. She had a week before the situation turned truly desperate.

"Who is that beautiful creature?" she asked her theatre companion.

Trevor Simpson screwed in his quizzing glass and, following Fiona's gaze, stared at the actress on the stage below. "Ah, that would be Diane Foley. Lovely, is she not?"

"She certainly is."

Trevor bent his head to hers and whispered, "Miss Foley's protector sits in the box opposite us."

"You are not supposed to discuss such matters with a maiden," Fiona scolded as she playfully swatted the flamboyantly dressed man beside her with her fan. Trevor's disregard for convention could always bring a smile to Fiona's lips. She did not know what she would have done this past year of overwhelming grief had she not had Trevor to cheer her. It was Trevor who had insisted she come here tonight. "Do you good," he had told her that afternoon, "to get your mind off the wretched business with Randolph." Though she had tearfully protested, Trevor's persistence eventually won out.

Curious to see the lovely actress's "protector," Fiona immediately swept her gaze to the lone man in the box across from hers. He was an extremely handsome man in his early thirties, tall and dark and exceptionally well dressed. She thought that even were he not possessed of such striking good looks, the man's haughty air of bored arrogance would have commanded attention. Only once before had she seen such a man. Her spine stiffened. She had met this man before. "Is that Mr. Nicholas Birmingham?" she asked her companion.

Trevor's eyes sparkled, and a grin pinched his slender cheeks. "He's utterly gorgeous, is he not?"

Fiona found herself smirking into her fan. Randy would be appalled over Trevor's blatant effeminism, but she had always found it rather amusing. "I don't think Randy likes Mr. Birmingham," she said.

"Of course not, my dear lady! The man's completely ineligible."

"Then why did Randy introduce him to me?"

"Can't imagine Birmingham being at the same gathering with a viscount's daughter. He's not of the ton, you know. Where could you have met the fellow?"

"Actually I persuaded my brother to allow me to go to Tattersall's with him. Once. Since Randy had been to Cambridge with Mr. Birmingham, he must have felt compelled to introduce us when Mr. Birmingham greeted him, but Randy was exceedingly cool to him."

"As well he should be! Even though they're wealthier than the Duke of Devonshire, Birmingham and his brothers are as ruthless as their late father — a man who was brilliant at banking and making money but who made a poor choice in a wife. The boys' mother's painfully crass. And ..." Trevor lowered his voice. "It's said Nicholas Birmingham even has one of his bastards living with him."

Decidedly improper, she thought.

"He's the one," Trevor said authoritatively, "who's building that disgustingly opulent mansion on Piccadilly, you know."

No, she did not know, though she certainly knew about the Piccadilly mansion. London was agog over the palatial structure rising from the rubble that had been Lord Howard's townhouse. "It's said the man building it is the richest man in all of England."

Trevor examined his fingernails. "I daresay he is. Pity he's a Cit."

Throughout the remainder of the play Fiona watched Mr. Birmingham, who watched his beautiful mistress glide elegantly to and fro while saying the most suggestive things to the men who shared the stage with her. Once when Fiona was staring into Mr. Birmingham's box, his gaze flicked to hers. And held. Fiona quickly looked away.

Though she dared not risk staring at him anymore, she could not free her mind of the exceedingly rich Mr. Birmingham. During the final curtain call, she asked, "Is Nicholas Birmingham married?"

"No," Trevor said. "Deuced awkward for a man in his position to find a bride."

"I should think Mr. Birmingham could buy any woman in the kingdom."

Trevor shrugged. "The late Mr. Birmingham raised his sons to be gentlemen. Had the best education his wealth could buy, use only the best tailors, speak the King's English and all that. But they're still Cits. Too good for women of their own class and not good enough for women of our class, though I daresay their father had hoped for an aristocratic match for the eldest boy, Nicholas." Trevor's head inclined toward Mr. Birmingham's box.

While Fiona and Trevor waited outside the theatre for their carriage, shivering from the December night's frostiness, Fiona half wished to see Mr. Birmingham to confirm that he was as handsome as she remembered, as handsome as he appeared across a dark theatre, but he was nowhere in sight. She supposed someone of his vast wealth never had to wait for anything.

Once she and Trevor settled in her family's rickety coach she broached the subject that had dominated her thoughts all evening. "I'm planning to ask Mr. Birmingham to help me free Randy."

Trevor's eyes widened. "You cannot be serious!"

"Why?"

"Because the man's mercenary. He doesn't give away his precious hoards of money. You'll not be asking for a few guineas. What you need is a fortune. Men of Birmingham's ilk don't give away twenty-five thousand pounds."

Fiona squared her shoulders and spoke firmly. "I mean to strike a bargain with him."

"My dear lady, you have nothing left to bargain with. All your father's property — except that which is entailed — has already been sold off. You've nothing to offer as collateral."

"I do have something," she whispered.

Trevor spun toward her. "Pray, what?"

She took a deep breath. "Myself."

For once Trevor was speechless. When he recovered enough to close his gaping mouth, he said, "A viscount's daughter cannot marry a Cit!" His eyes narrowed. "Besides, have you not always said you would marry only for love?"

Her lips thinned. "I once believed in love, but you know what became of that. Since I shall never love again, why shouldn't I marry a man who can save my brother's life?"

"Randolph wouldn't like it above half if you was to throw yourself away on the likes of Birmingham. Even if the man is devilishly handsome."

A sudden rush of tears filled her eyes. "It's not as if I'm not already dead inside, Trevor, and if I were to be fortunate enough to tempt Mr. Birmingham, I would at least rejoice over saving Randy." Her voice cracked. "Do you know how long it's been since I had something to rejoice over? In the past sixteen months I've lost Mama, then Warwick, then Papa, then the family fortune." Her voice cracked. "I couldn't bear it if I lost Randy too."

Trevor took her hand and pressed it between his own gloved hands. "I know, my pet. Things have been dreadfully wretched for you. If I had a feather to fly with, it would be yours."

"But neither of us has a feather to fly with. That's why I must throw myself at Mr. Birmingham."

Trevor winced. "I beg that you wait, my lady. Surely we can think of something else."

She shook her head solemnly. "No, Trev. You said yourself twenty-five thousand pounds is a fortune. We'll never come up with that much money. And I only have until next week."

"I should like to wring your brother's neck," Trevor muttered in a guttural voice. "I told him he had no business rushing off to The Peninsula. Look what's it's gotten him."

"He didn't know Papa would die and leave his finances so muddled, and Randy couldn't have known those wretched bandits would abduct him."

"Still, he should have stayed here with you after that beastly business with Warwick."

"But he was as upset as I when Lord Warwick married. Randy had offered for the countess himself."

Trevor's lips stretched to a flat line. "He'd only known the countess a few days, certainly not long enough to form the kind of attachment to her that you had with Warwick. Pray, how many years had you loved Warwick?"

Her heart stung at the memory. "Thirteen," she said in a hoarse whisper. It was still difficult for her to believe the man she had loved since she was twelve and been pledged to for three years had married someone else. It was still difficult to imagine a future in which she wasn't Edward's wife, wasn't Lady Warwick. It was still difficult to accept that she would likely go to her grave without knowing a man's love.

"If I knew how to use pistols or swords I'd have called Warwick out myself," Trevor said.

The image of the milksoppish Trevor brandishing a sword brought a smile to her lips. She squeezed his hand even more tightly. For as many years as she had been in love with Warwick she and the diminutive Trevor Simpson had been the greatest of friends. "I don't think I hate him anymore, nor do I still love him," she said with resignation. "All that's left is a huge hole in my heart."

When the carriage pulled to a stop in front of Trevor's lodgings at Albany, he turned to her. "I beg that you don't do anything rash."

"Where does Mr. Birmingham live?"

"Doubtless in some unfashionable neighborhood you can't be seen in. Piccadilly won't be finished until the Italian painters complete the ceilings."

She lowered her fine brows. "Does Mr. Birmingham have offices in The City?" "He's known as The Fox of the Exchange — but you must know women cannot go to the Exchange."

She smiled. "Women cannot go to Tattersall's, but I went there."

"Now see here, Lady Fiona! You simply cannot go into The City unchaperoned."

"I'm not, Trev dearest. You'll come with me. Tomorrow morning."

Nicholas Birmingham rose from his broad desk to greet the foreign secretary, Lord Warwick. Despite that he had not seen Warwick in many years, Nick had kept abreast of the peer's affairs, including his jilting of the lovely Lady Fiona Hollingsworth last year. How any man could reject such a perfect creature was beyond Nick's comprehension, and the fact that the most superior Lord Warwick humiliated the lady did nothing to endear him to Nick.

What a remarkable coincidence that Warwick should call the very morning after Nick saw Lady Fiona at the theatre. All morning Nick had been unable to purge his mind of the vision of the elegant blond beauty staring across the dark theatre at him. How lovely she had looked in her sapphire gown that matched her extraordinary eyes.

Nick was somewhat surprised that a man of Warwick's importance had sought him out. Though the two men had been at Cambridge together, their disparaging stations had prevented any sort of friendship from forming. "Your servant, my lord," he said. "Please be seated."

Warwick sat on a sturdy wooden chair that faced Nick's desk.

"What can I do for you, my lord?" Nick never wasted time on pleasantries. As long as the sun shone, he could make money, and every minute wasted was money lost.

The foreign secretary cleared his throat. "I'm here in an official capacity, Mr. Birmingham."

Nick's brows rose. "I am completely at your service."

A single corner of Warwick's aristocratic mouth twitched as he somberly eyed Nick. "As you know, defeating Napoleon by any means is my objective in all that I do at the Foreign Office."

Why in the hell doesn't the man just get to the point? "As it should be, my lord."

"We've been bloody successful at sea, and our peninsular armies are making great strides in subduing the maniac Corsican, but there's one more area I wish to dominate."

He wants to crush the French treasury. Nick smiled. "Now I understand why you've come to me."

"There's only one man in England with the resources — and the knowledge — to manipulate the markets."

"What's needed is not a manipulation of the market but a devaluation of the franc."

The earl pondered this for a moment, then nodded. "At this point, such a devaluation can only be precipitated by someone possessed of a great fortune."

Nick laughed. "What you propose is that my brothers and I beggar ourselves in order to crush the French?"

"I'll admit there is a certain risk," the earl said, "but the English government is poised to enter into a contract with you. Should you fail — should you lose your vast resources — we would provide handsomely for you for the rest of your life."

"Then why doesn't the English government use its resources instead of mine to foil Napoleon?"

"Because the war's taking everything!"

Nick peered at the earl through narrowed eyes. "And if France wins this war?"

"That is an eventuality I cannot conceive of."

"You'd make a damned poor businessman, Warwick." Nick disliked the pompous foreign secretary even more now. It was bad enough that he had humiliated the delicate Lady Fiona, but now he was asking that Nick throw away his family's fortune on a poorly thought-out scheme that would in no way benefit Nick and his brothers and that the English government was not capable of funding.

There was a tap on his door, and his secretary entered the chamber, closing the door behind him. "A Lady Fiona Hollingsworth to see you, my lord," the young man said.

Nick and Warwick exchanged icy stares, then Warwick got to his feet. "I was just leaving. Oblige me by not mentioning this matter to anyone."

Nick nodded.

"And please, Birmingham," Warwick added, "I beg that you give the matter careful consideration. I shall call on you again next week."

As Warwick went to leave the office, Lady Fiona swept in. When she met Warwick's gaze, her face blanched. "Edward!" she said in a shaky voice.

He bowed. "May I hope you're as well as you look, Lady Fiona?"

Except for her ruffled composure, she did indeed look very well. The tomato color of her well-cut velvet pelisse perfectly matched the hue of her lovely mouth. The lithe, dainty blonde exuded more elegance than any woman Nick had ever seen. Warwick was an utter fool to have cast aside this beauty.

"I'm quite well," she answered. "And Lady Warwick?"

"She presented me with a son in September."

"Yes, I know. My felicitations."

After Warwick left, Nick crossed the room, bowed before Lady Fiona, then took her shaking hand and brushed his lips across it. "Allow me to say what a pleasure it is to see you again, my lady. Won't you have a seat?"

He pulled up an upholstered chair in front of his desk, and she sank into it.

Nick returned to his desk and faced her, for once not spurring on his visitor to get to the point. "My sympathies on your father's death last year," he offered. "I suppose Randolph is the new Lord Agar?"

Her pale blue eyes were utterly woeful when she looked up at him. "He is."

"I would be most happy to assist you, my lady, in communicating with your brother. My courier service is second to none."

"I do need your assistance, Mr. Birmingham, but not for that." She began to fumble in her reticule, then she removed a single piece of parchment and handed it to him.

"What's this?" he asked, his glance leaping to the masculine scribble on the page.

"A ransom demand I received yesterday. It was wrapped around my brother's signet ring — which I know he would never willingly part with. Randolph has apparently been abducted by Spanish bandits."

Nick took the letter and read.

We have in our custody the son of the wealthy English Lord Agar. If you wish to see Señor Randolph again, you must pay us twenty-five thousand pounds. We will give you a week to secure the funds, then we will be communicating with you once more. If you fail to comply, Señor Randolph will be killed.

"Your brother was in Spain?" Nick asked.

She nodded.

"Why did you not take this letter to Warwick?"

"If you must know," she said proudly, "I'm out of charity with his lordship."

"So you expect a stranger to give you the twenty-five thousand pounds?" At the wounded look on her delicate face, he wished he could retract his insensitive words. Lady Fiona was under a great deal of strain. She was extremely close to her brother and quite naturally worried about him. "I'm sorry for being so brutally blunt, my lady. I'm flattered that you've come to me, but you must realize this is an exorbitant amount of money." He stopped short of reminding her that the Agar fortune had gone the way of powdered wigs. It was Nick's business to know everyone's financial business. The late Lord Agar had lost vast sums in African mines, and that loss was followed with a huge blow on the market. The man had been forced to sell all his ancillary properties and much of his renowned library and art collection just to meet present pecuniary demands.

(Continues…)


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One Golden Ring 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story started out keeping my interest. Half way through, the story just move along slowly. Then, I found myself skipping through pages just to finish the book.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Recommend book to read for a holiday present to yourself.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the first novel I had bought via B & N and read by Cheryl Bolen...it will also be my last. I had high hopes for this book after seeing two ¿gushing¿ reviews that major reviewers gave it and one reader. Unfortunately, either this authors¿ style is simply not for me or my standards for a book are much higher than theirs. This was NOT a perfect romance as one suggests. Frankly¿its was dull and boring. From day one, lead characters Nick and Fiona were as cookie cutter as you could get. She¿the perfect society woman with beauty, grace, charm and a sweet disposition ¿ DULL! He was handsome, attractive, intelligent and full money but, no royal clout ¿ DULL! They meet when she sells herself to Nick as a wife so, he can fit into society and she gets money to help her brother. Within days of marriage, they are immediately attracted to one another, have great sex, call each other husband, wife, honey, darling, sweetest and love until you are sick of hearing it! How two people bond this fast yet, know NOTHING about each other is a mystery. When life is simple, they are fine. When little issues crop up and misunderstandings occur¿they suddenly believe the worst of the other. Well¿..that happens when you know nothing about someone! Also, Fiona was a bit of a snob early on. She was robbed of a previous love ¿ Warwick - who threw her over for another woman and she pined away for him ages. She loved this other guy so much that within a few short weeks of meeting Nick she is in love again! Not too fickle ¿ hugh? She also felt those without her bloodlines were lower class, she felt Nick¿s illegitimate daughter was not good enough to be with them and so on. Unattractive traits in a heroine. Nick in turn was blinded by a hot body and pretty face in his wife. He didn¿t care about who or what she was just that she heated up between the sheets well. The story did develop later on and each warmed up more as people but, it was simply too late for me. The relationship felt too superficial for too long. The side characters of her brother Randy falling for Nick¿s sister without ever meeting but, two times was also too much to digest. The only interesting person was Fiona¿s gay friend who buddied around with her. As for the golden ring...it didn't make sense either. Fiona is very into luxurious clothes, castles and mansions, large amounts of money and assets and yet we are to believe that Nick passing along a simple gold band from his family was enough for her? I wanted to say 'aw shucks - that's beautiful ' but, instead I rolled my eyes and said 'give me a break!' The ring would have been a nice touch had the characters been emotional and involved- they were not. I need more interest, passion and depth for a story to work for me. This was an example of how a lot of words and simple plot lines don¿t create memorable love stories or characters. This one flat lined¿sorry to say.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I LOVED THIS BOOK. I LOVED IT SO MUCH, I FINISHED IT IN ONE DAY. LOOKING FORWARD TO THE NEXT NOVEL(S). HOPEFULLY, A CONTINUATION WITH THE BROTHERS.
harstan More than 1 year ago
This has not been a good year for Lady Fiona Hollingsworth. Her father died, foreign secretary Lord Edward Warwick ended their long time unofficial betrothal to marry someone else (see THE COUNTERFEIT COUNTESS) and her brother Randy is being held for ransom in the Peninsular. To rescue him, she needs 25,000 pounds, which she not only does not have but could not raise in a decade let alone the week she has.......................... Her best friend Trevor Simpson convinces Lady Fiona Hollingsworth to attend the theater though she feels guilty that she goes out for entertainment while Randy remains imprisoned. Fiona notices in a nearby box is wealthy stockbroker Nicholas Birmingham, Fiona decides to strike a devil¿s bargain with the commoner by offering her only asset in exchange for the money. However Nicholas rejects her proposal of marriage until Edward insisted England needs his help in the matter. Rather quickly, Fiona falls in love with her husband and his illegitimate preadolescent daughter, but Nick cannot believe that his spouse no longer pines for Edward while she is jealous that he goes out every night, assuming he sees his lover............................ This is a golden historical romance starring two fabulous lead protagonists who love one another but do not trust the other to reciprocate. The story line is fast-paced from the moment Fiona offers the deal until the final confrontation. Interestingly in spite of the marriage saving his life, Randy is upset that his sister married beneath her station. The support cast is fabulous whether enhancing the situation in the Peninsular or causing further suspicion between the newly married lead couple. Cheryl Bolen has written a fascinating tale............................ Harriet Klausner
Guest More than 1 year ago
Lady Fiona Hollingsworth needs twenty-five thousand pounds quickly to free her brother, Randy, who has been abducted by Spanish bandits in The Peninsula. However, the family fortune is depleted. When she sees Mr. Nicholas 'Nick' Birmingham, the richest stockbroker in England, she gets an idea. The very next day, Fiona goes to Nick's office and offers to marry him in exchange for his help. It is fairly well known that Nick's deceased father had always hoped his son would make an aristocratic match. Even though Nick does not believe himself worthy of Fiona, he agrees. It does not take the pair long to fall totally in love with each other. ....................................... Lord Edward Warwick, the Foreign Secretary, had grown up unofficially betrothed to Fiona. Yet last year he jilted Fiona to marry another, Countess Maggie. The Crown needs the help of Nick, his brother (William), and his money. Edward goes to Nick, hoping Nick's patriotism will force his agreement. It does, but only because William has experience in stealthy dealings. If not for his loyalty to his country, Nick would have refused. Nick could not help being jealous that Fiona had once loved Edward for so long. ..................................... Fiona has truly gotten over Edward. She is deeply in love with Nick. She is even growing to adore Nick's illegitimate, eight-year-old daughter, Emmie. But she is jealous that Nick keeps disappearing at night and fears he is going to another woman. In addition to this, it is no secret that Randy frowns upon Fiona marrying so beneath their station. Yet Randy may soon be forced to eat crow. .......................................... ***** You say that you want dreamy romance? Then pick up a copy of 'One Golden Ring'. This has got to be the most PERFECT Regency Romance that I have read this year. I actually found myself envying Fiona. You will not find any stupid characters that you will want to strangle. These characters are intelligent and realistic. I have high hopes that a couple of the secondary characters will get their own stories told someday soon. *****