Sentence of Marriage (Promises to Keep Book 1)
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“I won’t have her forced,” Jack said. “Let her decide for herself.”
Amy knew her father meant it. She could say no if she wanted. But this marriage would make everything all right. They could put all the trouble she had caused behind them. Everyone would be happy again.
Everyone except her.
“Sentence of Marriage” is the first book in the three-volume “Promises to Keep”.
In nineteenth century New Zealand, there are few choices for a farm girl like Amy. Her life seems mapped out for her by the time she is twelve. Amy dreams of an exciting life in the world beyond her narrow boundaries. But it is the two people who come to the farm from outside the valley who change her life forever, and Amy learns the high cost of making the wrong choice.
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brought me to see this place when I was only up to his knee and I never could resist an opportunity to return.” “Will you keep my secret and let me have another look round?” I asked. “Of course I will.” He held up the candelabra and we made our way back to the stone bridge over the underground river. I reached into my reticule and pulled out two half crowns. “Mr Naismith,” I said, pressing the coins into his palm, “These are for you if you will be so kind as to give me a few moments here
sure there’s many a bawd would say they did the best they could for their charges!” Sir Montague laughed. “May I be excused?” I asked, rising to my feet. “Well, if all you’re going to do is mope around the place, you might as well be.” He leaned back and stretched out in his chair as I made my way to the door. Then just as I was about to turn the handle he called “But there’s one thing that should bring a smile to your face, little wife. My cousin is coming back for the funeral. You can resume
Besides, as much as I tried to hate her, there was something so genuine lurking beneath her affected, theatrical mannerisms that I could not help but like her. Her response to the music had been so pure and unsullied. Her voice truly warmed when she spoke Sir Montague’s name, the way I imagined mine must when I spoke of Mervyn. Even her complete informality, which had infuriated me so much at first, was beginning to grow upon me as part of Celine’s charm. With the air of a child about to revel
not. I began to speak but my voice deserted me. Mervyn simply held me close and soothed me, assuring me that I could tell him in my own time, whenever that may be, and he would be there to hear it. “But will you?” I fretted, suddenly breaking away from him. “Will you truly? Mervyn, I have done something terrible this night, and perhaps when you hear it you will never forgive me.” “Rebecca, my darling, I doubt that there is anything you could do for which I would not forgive you. If, indeed, you
luxury itself. Silently I blessed Sir Montague for coming to my rescue. That night, when I curled up beneath the down coverlet in the soft hotel bed, I gave myself over to ecstatic thoughts of my husband-to-be. He had saved me from poverty and I promised myself that I would repay him by becoming as perfect a wife as any man could wish for. * My thoughts the following morning were less joyful. As Mama dressed my hair and fastened the long row of hooks and eyes at the back of my gown, I tried to