With the Depression clouding the present and World War II looming on the horizon, Aunt Garnet's ninetieth birthday is a reunion time for the Montrose and Cameron families. Kitty Traherne, pretty niece to Aunt Garnet and WWI field nurse, tries to warn the nation of the terrors of war through a book she struggles to publish.
Craig Cavanaugh opened his briefcase and drew out the folder containing the manuscript. It was getting dark when he finished reading. No question, he thought, Kitty Traherne can write.
Her face came back into his mind. He saw the pain in her eyes, heard the urgency in her voice, as he recalled the passion with which she had told him her reason for writing this highly controversial book.
A slight flush had swept over her pale face as she said, "I think this country is in danger of being drawn into another foreign war, Mr. Cavanaugh."
Kitty Traherne, who had been a field nurse in France during World War I, knew the madness of war firsthand and couldn't bear to see it happen again. She had to risk doing whatever she could to prevent it, however the public might respond--and despite the bitter rift she was creating between herself and her family, the Camerons. She had to tell people about the horror of the last war, remind them of the awful price paid by the young men who were made to fight it. As an editor, Craig Cavanaugh dealt with writers all the time. But something about Kitty Traherne touched him in a different way.
Craig would fight to publish her book--and in the process, he hoped to get to know its lovely author. . . .
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August 10, 1997
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Excerpt from Daring Bride by Jane Peart
chapterMontclairThe old brass knocker on the paneled front door needed polishing, Cara thought, glancing at it as she swept the windblown leaves off the wide veranda. She made a face. One more thing to do before the family began to arrive for Aunt Garnet''s party. Another reminder of how she''d neglected keeping Montclair to its old level of perfection. But they never used the front entrance anymore. Hardly ever had what you''d call company.Recently they had all been so busy. Kip at the airfield as an instructor, she giving riding lessons, trying to keep up the stables with little help and less money.With Aunt Garnet''s visit, she now had to get busy, get things in order. Especially since she had volunteered to host the birthday dinner party at Montclair. Cara shook her head ruefully. Another one of those reckless impulses that had got her into trouble most of her life. But Garnet had come here as the bride of Bryce Montrose, her first husband, and it somehow seemed appropriate to have the party here.Thank goodness Kitty would be here to help. Of course, Kitty would notice every single thing that needed doing! Kitty was as opposite Cara as a twin sister could be.With a final swoop of the broom, Cara went inside. Looking around herself and seeing the house through her sister''s eyes, Cara realized that it badly needed a great deal of attention.When she had first come here after marrying Kip in Paris five years ago, she had had the best of intentions. She remembered the dismay and discouragement she felt when she had opened the door of Montclair. But she shouldn''t have been surprised. Kip and Luc had lived here alone after Mattie, their longtime housekeeper, retired.The house had become a repository of museum-quality pieces alongside wicker sets that needed both repairing and repainting. Fan-backed Victorian chairs with curved legs and shredded velvet upholstery were set opposite worn leather Morris recliners. Priceless mahogany Duncan Phyfe tables bore white circles where glasses had been carelessly placed. Fine portraits hung slightly askew, their elaborate gold frames covered with dust.Cara had had her work cut out for her. Not that keeping a perfect house or entertaining was something she had wanted to spend the rest of her life doing. But some semblance of order had to be made of that chaos to be able to have a home where children could live and grow up in some sort of normal fashion.She had been sure there would be children besides Nicole, the little French orphan she had brought back to Virginia, and Luc, Kip''s son by his first marriage. Cara had wanted a whole houseful of little Montroses running about. However, there hadn''t been the slightest sign that this dream would be fulfilled, and by now Cara had given up hope. After all, she was nearly forty. She had started to wonder if they should think of adoption.Well, that decision was for a less hectic day. First things first.Cara made a slow walk through the downstairs, but her mind couldn''t seem to stay in one place. She kept thinking of Paris and how it had been for them. Lost in thoughts of the past, she did not hear the back door open or Kip''s footsteps. He had left his boots outside and was in his stocking feet. He came up behind where she was standing, encircled her waist, and kissed her cheek.Startled, she twisted around and pushed him a little away, saying, "You scared me, sneaking up on me like that!""I live here!" he said in mock protest. "Can''t I walk into my own house, kiss my own wife?"Trying to recover her composure, she asked, "Where''s Luc?""With Niki. They''re feeding the ducks," he told her and released her."You''d better shower and change," she said. "I''m not sure when Kitty will get here."Kip started toward the stairway and then turned back, "Oh, by the way, Beau and Tim are coming for supper."Cara bit back the words she had almost flung at him Why didn''t you let me know? It was, after all, Kip''s home. He could invite whomever he wanted here. She just wished Th