Prospect Street

Prospect Street

by Emilie Richards

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ISBN-13: 9781460302972
Publisher: MIRA Books
Publication date: 09/17/2012
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 547,792
File size: 880 KB

About the Author

Emilie Richards’s many novels feature complex characterizations and in-depth explorations of social issues. Both are a result of her training and experience as a family counselor, which contribute to her fascination with relationships of all kinds. Emilie and her husband enjoy dividing their time between the Florida Gulf Coast and Chautauqua County, New York. She is currently working on her next novel for MIRA Books.

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Prospect Street

By Emilie Richards

Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.

ISBN: 1551669218

Chapter One

December 1999

Driving past Granger's Food and Gas, the country store just two miles from the Bronsons' weekend cottage, was like crossing the finish line in a marathon. For Faith Bronson, Granger's was a promise that the cultural journey from sophisticated Northern Virginia into rural West Virginia was about to end. By then Alex, the Bronsons' son, had pestered his older sister Remy to her breaking point, and even Faith - who secretly cherished Alex's boundless energy - was ready to pack him in the trunk with the suitcases and groceries.

David, Faith's husband, always claimed that Granger's, with its antique gas pumps, its tow trucks and tire mountains, was the point in their trip where his breathing and heart rate finally slowed. As the family passed the store he invariably tugged at his collar and slumped in the driver's seat, as if some unseen judge had looked away and David was out from under surveillance.

This morning, just ten days before Christmas, Faith was alone in the family's Volvo when she sighted Granger's - decorated in what seemed like miles of tinsel rope and fringe. By the time she pulled in for gas, the hour and a half of silence, which had seemed so promising when she'd climbed behind the steering wheel, felt hollow and unwelcoming.

"Morning, Miz Bronson. And Merry Christmas." As she stepped out of the car, Tubby, Granger's proprietor, lifted a gnarled hand in greeting.Tubby was rail-thin, with overalls draped in folds off sloping shoulders. The fact that the straps defied gravity had always mystified her.

"Merry Christmas, Tubby." She unlatched the gas cap and went to the pump, but Tubby took the nozzle from her hand.

"Gives me an excuse to stay outside. Last pretty day before winter really hits, I reckon."

Faith reckoned the same thing. The weather was unseasonably warm and thoroughly welcome. At dawn an infusion of sunlight had bathed her face and shoulders, and she had thrown off the covers and padded to the window to look out on the most perfect sunrise she remembered. David, away on his final business trip of the year, wasn't there to share it, and even Alex, who usually reveled in Mother Nature's excesses, complained when she shook him awake to see it. Now that Alex was eleven, she supposed she had years of complaining ahead of her.

Even when she saw both children off to school, Faith was still immersed in the morning's magic. Before the day could become like every other, she impulsively called her mother and asked Lydia to stop by the children's school that afternoon and take them to her house for the night.

Lydia Huston, obsessive senator's wife, checked her calendar, eternally packed with charity luncheons, visits to the salon and political photo opportunities. Although Christmas was her busiest holiday - as she pointedly reminded her daughter - she would come so Faith could go away for the night. But Lydia recommended that Faith not make a habit of this kind of reckless spontaneity.

Despite a fear that she was being foolish, Faith had canceled a final planning meeting for the teacher appreciation Christmas party, packed the car and taken off for the country.

"You see that sunrise this morning?" Tubby asked. "Woke me up, right out of my bed. My daddy always said a sunrise like that brings big changes. God's way of making an announcement."

Faith was delighted to find a fellow enthusiast. "He must have something big planned today."

"Just for the folks who seen it. Not for just anyone. Nuthin'like the end of the world, not that sort of thing."

Faith glanced at the pump and fished a twenty-dollar bill from her wallet. "I'm glad to hear it. I thought I might have to drop down on my knees here and now."

"Me, I got another grandbaby coming. I figure this'll be the day." He shook the nozzle and put it back in the cradle, then he screwed her gas cap back in place. "How about you?"

"Are the changes always good ones?"

Tubby screwed up his face like a sponge being wrung dry. "Nope," he said at last. "Day my daddy died started with a sunrise so bright it like near to have blinded me."

She was caught now. Tubby was waiting, and suddenly months of worry clamped her chest like a vise. Faith could feel the old man staring expectantly at her. "Well, I guess I'll just be surprised."

"Don't say I didn't warn you, something big turns up." Tubby took her money and made change. "You need anything from inside? Or'd Mr. Bronson get everything you need?"

The question confused her. "David? No, he's away on a business trip."

"And here I thought you and the mister were havin' some time away from the kiddies."

"I'm hoping he comes here from the airport this evening." She hadn't been able to reach David at his hotel in Seattle, but she'd left a message on his cell phone and another with his secretary. From Dulles Airport he could be at the cottage in an hour.

"Thought I saw him drive by last night." Tubby rubbed at a smudge on her windshield, wet his index finger and tried again. "My mistake."

"He's in Washington state, speaking at a conference."

"School prayer?" David and Tubby engaged in endless friendly conversations about the state of the world. Harvard-educated David, director of Promise the Children, a conservative organization that lobbied for family values and social change, liked to share his philosophy with anybody who would listen. High school dropout Tubby could hold his own.

"Actually, this time I think he's talking about the need to police the media," she said.

Tubby stepped away from the windshield, satisfied. "God bless him."

God had blessed all the Bronsons. Faith knew it and was grateful. Beautiful, intelligent children, good health, prosperity; and a marriage built on common values. If lately it seemed she and David were no longer connecting, wasn't it a small thing and easily remedied with a little work?

Beginning tonight? "Well, I'm off," Faith said. "Thanks for your help." Once she started the engine she gave a quick wave, and Tubby waved back.

Out on the road again, their conversation nagged at her. She had spent the drive trying not to think about the problems in her marriage, but clearly they were coiled under the surface. Just a casual comment or two and they had sprung to life again.

Faith loved David. In fact, he was the only man she had ever loved. At twenty-two she had fallen head over heels for him, and she still pinched herself when she realized that elegant, charismatic David Bronson had chosen her as his wife.

David loved her. That wasn't in doubt. David had never looked at another woman during their fifteen years of marriage. He worked too hard, and he was often away from home, but he was a devoted husband and father. She was the envy of most of her friends. David lived the values he preached.

The recent problems in their marriage were subtle. Their relationship had always been more about love than passion. They had clicked at their first meeting, talking until dawn and every night after until all the things they'd never told anyone else had been said. She had been thrilled by his touch, but even more thrilled by his rapt attention. For the first time in her life someone had found her fascinating, and she had melted gratefully into marriage, a warm puddle of unending devotion.

If their sex life had quickly grown routine, Faith had been philosophical. She and David were soul mates. She would gratefully trade the emotional excesses other women claimed to experience for the stability and tenderness she and David had built. She found satisfaction in their lovemaking, and more satisfaction in their life together.

Until recently. Faith slowed the car to take the long curve on Seward Road that led to the gravel drive to their cottage. Ten years ago David had bought the cottage, with its fifteen wooded acres, as an anniversary gift. He had promised they would steal occasional weekends without the children, but they never had. Instead, she had contented herself with making the cottage a second home for all of them. Someday in the future, when the children were grown, she and David could come here whenever they wanted to rekindle the spark of romance.

But this morning, as the sun lifted from the horizon, she'd wondered if her patience was partially at fault for the way the spark had gone out. In the last months their sex life had gone from routine to nonexistent. David had been away more than usual, but even when he was home, he claimed exhaustion when she cuddled close. He held her off with promises, but she was fast becoming aware that, for once in his life, David was not living up to his word.

The fault had to be hers. Not enough patience, or too much? Not enough compassion for the pressure he was under, or too much compassion and too few demands? David was a man who responded to the needs of others, and maybe he had to be reminded that his own needs shouldn't be pushed aside.

With a resulting burst of enthusiasm, she had planned this night away. Faith had packed her car with candles and gourmet food, fresh flowers and massage oil, then topped it all off with a gift she'd bought for herself and never worn, a sheer lace teddy with ribbon bows that were just waiting for the right masculine fingers to untie them.

Excerpted from Prospect Street by Emilie Richards
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Prospect Street 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Darlene28 More than 1 year ago
The history of an old house in Georgetown adds to the intriguing story of love and deceit many years in the making. This was a really good read on many levels. I enjoyed it very much but that is a given because I have never read anything written by Emilie Richards that hasn't held my attention and interest throughout the entire novel!
Margaret Lind More than 1 year ago
Read this book over several months and missed it and its characters once it was done. Maybe the author will pen a sequel?
Guest More than 1 year ago
My kind of book....exactly! Emilie Richards develops her characters slowly so that the reader has time to get acquainted with each one and understand the idiosyncracies of all. I have read most everything she has written and will continue to do so.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Emilie Richards, Prospect Stereet can be described only as one of the best reads so far this summer. It kept me revited to my seat long after the lights went out around me. It is a book full of mystery, intrigue, lies, love, and friendship. Yet is was also gentle and touching. I found traits in people like Joe, to be disgusting and pitiful. And qualities of patience and loyalty in characters like Faith, Pavel, even David. The major characters, kept me involved to the very end. And the minor ones, like Colin and Ralph, were likeable too. I cried for the kids who had to grow up faster than they should had. And laughed over the eccentric, Dottie. By the time I reached the end, my tears fell freely, and I ached for the story to go on. Indeed this was a good read and I hope Mrs. Richards will choose to continue with the lives of these characters or their children in a second installment of the people from Prospect Street.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is such a wonderful book. An absolute must read. Even though life can be tragic, it still is such a wonderful mystery. In this book, the author, Emilie Richards puts it all together and wraps it up in beautiful bow. This is a feel good book.
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This is one of the best books I have read in a long time. Read this you will love also
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A great book!
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KSarge7 More than 1 year ago
Could not put it down. From the first few pages you want to know what's happening. Loved it!!
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