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Natalie Granville’s
TOP TEN THINGS TO DO ON YOUR NON-WEDDING DAY
10. Avoid pitying phone calls from your concerned friends and relatives. (Especially when you’re the “jilter,” not the “jiltee.”)
9. Avoid visits from your concerned friends and relatives. (As above.)
8. Find a useful alternative for that never-to-be-worn gown. (Dressing up garden statuary is de rigueur this season.)
7. Don’t wear white—unless it’s decidedly not wedding gear. (That bikini will do the trick just fine.)
6. Drink whatever you want to calm those non-wedding jitters. (Leave the champagne cocktails for the misguided fools who do want to get married.)
5. Never let anyone tell you you’re bitter. (Remember—you broke it off because you were getting married for the wrong reasons.)
4. Return all the presents given to you by your wealthy former fiancé. (You don’t want anyone to accuse you of gaining anything but experience from this sad affair.)
3. Break all the rules you want. (After all, everyone in town is already talking about you.)
2. Celebrate your narrow escape. (You really did do the right thing.)
And the number one thing to do on your non-wedding day: Hire the gorgeous guy with the mysterious past who shows up at your door looking for work….
Dear Reader,
What a potent concept the past is! I’ve known people who cling to it, people who slide it under a microscope, people who run screaming from it and even a few who rewrite it. I’ve never met anyone who is indifferent to it.
I’m no exception. I loved being seven, eighteen, twenty-five. I revere my oldest friends, because when I say, “remember when,” they do. My house is full of nicked chairs my grandmother bought. My conversations are decorated with my father’s pearls of wisdom, and my conscience is buckled in tight with my mother’s admonitions.
I’m free to love my past, because I’m also free to tell it to get lost. Sometimes I give away the chair that doesn’t fit. Now and then I string my own pearls. Occasionally I even blow my mother a mental kiss, salute her for teaching me to think for myself, and do the thing she said I mustn’t.
But what if you couldn’t? What if your past owned you—instead of the other way around? That’s what happened to Matthew Quinn. He’s just been released from prison, but in his heart he’s still locked away. He can’t forget his past, not even long enough to fall in love.
It’s going to take a special woman to redeem him. But Natalie Granville is a prisoner of her past, too. She’s shackled to Summer House, a moldering old relic she doesn’t want, can’t afford and yet feels a duty to preserve.
The Redemption of Matthew Quinn is the story of how they finally manage to come to terms with the past—and to fall in love with the future. I hope you enjoy making the journey with them.
Warmly,
Kathleen O’Brien
The Redemption of Matthew Quinn
Kathleen O’Brien
Books by Kathleen O’Brien
HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE
927—THE REAL FATHER
967—A SELF-MADE MAN
1015—WINTER BABY*
1047—BABES IN ARMS*
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
AT HIGH NOON when she should have been saying “I do,” Natalie Granville was lounging on the cracked porch of her maggoty mansion, wearing nothing but a bikini, a smile and a light coating of perspiration.
Through the open double doors to the parlor, she listened to the answering machine. At least ten people had already called to check on her. Their messages ranged from the carefully indirect— “Hi, Nat, just wondering if you felt like talking”—to the blunt growls of her elderly cousin Granville Frome— “Dammit, girl, where are you? If you’re holed up somewhere crying, I’m going to break that bastard’s nose.”
But Natalie ignored them all. She was a Granville, and by heaven she didn’t need anybody’s pity.
She hoisted herself onto the wide marble
