The granddaughter of an earl, Miranda Cameron has had an unconventional upbringing. However, for the sake of her sisters, she must charm the ton, and make a spectacular match. Miranda believes she is prepared for the task ahead -- until she is confronted by Alex Haddon, the renegade son of a British general. Alex has tempted fate to raise himself from a man scorned by society to one with vast wealth and influence. There had been a time when Miranda meant everything to him. His love for her had almost cost him his life. Now, all he sees is a woman willing to sell herself to the highest bidder -- provided the bidder isn't him. What man can resist such a challenge Miranda enchants London's powerful noblemen, even as she keeps her past a secret. Alex is not immune to her intoxicating sensuality. Scandal, and far worse, is what she must risk for another chance with the man she still loves ...
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1 . Glad I didn't buy
Posted March 24, 2012 by Sapphron , New YorkWhile I thought the premise of the book sounded interesting, the story itself was not. The main problem with the book is that it wasn't written well at all. I haven't read a book this bad in a long time. The story was jumbled and rushed. This book was not paced well. Both the main characters were very irritating and I felt no sympathy for their situation at all. I definately will not be reading any more books by this author. Luckily I didn't buy it, I borrowed it from the library.
July 31, 2005
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Excerpt from The Price of Indiscretion by Cathy Maxwell
"No, I absolutely will not do it," Miranda Cameron told her sisters, Charlotte and Constance. "I don't want to marry." She attempted to yank her arm away from her oldest sister's hold and hurry out the door, but Charlotte held fast.
They stood in the entrance hallway of Beardsley's, a popular but respectable inn located close to the New York docks, where Charlotte had caught Miranda before she could bolt out the door. A group of men had to squeeze by them on their way to the taproom. Aware of the curious glances, Charlotte pulled Miranda into a corner, so as to shield their conversation from prying ears, and replied, "You must go. If you don't, we shall never amount to anything. We are the granddaughters of an earlý"
"One who drank and gambled his fortune away," Miranda shot back.
"As if the rest of them don't?" Charlotte said.
"How would you know?" Miranda challenged. "We've lived our lives in the Ohio Valley, not London. This is the farthest either of us has ever traveled."
"I listen to everything I can about the nobility," her sister answered. "I ask questions and remember everything Mother told usý"
"I remember, too," Miranda said, stung by the implied accusation that she could have forgotten their mother in any way.
"Then you know what she wanted for us," Charlotte said. "Constance was too young when she died, but you know."
Miranda did know. Their mother, who had died in an Indian raid fifteen years earlier, had never wanted them to forget they had the blood of the Conqueror flowing through their veins.
"She'd have wanted us to return to London, to find proper husbands," Charlotte said.