A man devastated by love
After three years of carousing and debauchery, Alex Cartwright, heir to the Duke of Hastings, has put his life back in order. Having embraced sobriety for two years, he has no intention of revisiting the past or risking his heart again. But the return of the very woman who introduced him to the darkest side of hell brings not only the painful, haunting memories of bittersweet love and abandonment, but the son he never knew he had…
A woman silenced by secrets
Threatened by the revelation of a secret that could destroy her family’s place in society and forever tarnish a dukedom, Charlotte fled England on her wedding day five years ago. Now, although it appears that secret is safe, when Alex discovers her other secret—their son—Charlotte has an altogether different battle ahead. She must now fight one love to hold onto the other—the man whose touch still makes her burn, for the child who is her very world.
Beverley Kendall appeals to our true sense of fantasy in An Heir of Deception. Reunited lovers are brought to the scene with plenty of heart wrenching sorrow, suspense, misunderstanding and passion. All the wonderful things that can easily make a romance novel one of the best if woven together right. Beverley Kendall has done just that with a poetic writing style that captivates the mind and pulls on the heart-strings.
Our hero is blatantly male in all the right ways that bring forth a true gentleman. One who has suffered heartbreak and gone through his own hell of addiction and survival in the process. Abandoned on the day of his wedding by the bride of his dreams, Alex struggles to get past the pain and anger that immediately become his constant companion. He accomplishes this by hardening his heart and holding onto the bitterness that keeps his mind fortified and his resolve strong. When Charlotte unexpectedly comes back into his life with the son he never knew he had, Alex is again faced with circumstances outside of his control that test his perception of the past and his ability to forgive.
Our heroine is a feminine, gentle and independent woman who had my immediate respect. Not only for enduring such a heavy responsibility as a single parent, but also for carrying the secret burden of her heritage and the impact it could have on those she loves. Charlotte has had to live with the choices she made when she left Alex at the altar. Raising their son on her own has been the catalyst that has gotten her through those lonely years. Only when she comes back into the lives of her family and Alex does she truly analyze her motives for leaving and the truth that she couldn’t face even then. Together they weave through the regret and consequences of their actions. Coming to grips with the unfair circumstances surrounding their love. Knowing that they can’t go back yet hoping for a better future. A future where second chances do come true.
I loved identifying with these characters, they immediately appealed to my sense of human nature because they were realistic and flawed yet put together beautifully and with the artistic brush of compassion that only the author could have originally sensed. That Alex and Charlotte’s story was brought so well to life with words, and portrayed to identify so well with the reader spoke volumes on the behalf of not only the work that went into this book but also the talent of the author.
Rating: 5 stars!
Read an Excerpt:
Charlotte came awake with a start, her heart a stampede of horses thundering over America’s wide-open plains. It took her a moment to get her bearings and catch her breath. She was in England in her old bedchamber. Tears wound their way down across her temples and
settled in the cavity of her ears.
She had dreamed him again. Alex and their last time together. The tears rolled their course faster. The dream now came with a frequency that frightened her. For two weeks now, it had made its nightly sojourn into her sleep.
She’d woken up hot, her senses acute and overwrought, but now the coldness seeped into every pore despite the warmth of her bedchamber. The dreams always left her this way, chilled and dissatisfied. But tonight there was something else, a prickly uneasiness. It was then she realized the source of her disquiet wasn’t the residual effects of her dream but something based firmly in reality.
Charlotte heard a slight movement to her right. She bolted upright, her hands clutching the counterpane close to her chest. In the darkened chamber, she could only make out the shape of
someone—a man—reposed in the chair close to the fireplace.
Fear so effectively gripped her by the throat, all she could manage was a gurgled exhalation, not the blood curdling scream that would bring in the cavalry.“Don’t scream,” a male voice instructed her softly.For a moment Charlotte was convinced her ears were playing some sort of cruel trick on her. Had she conjured his voice up from her dream? Was she that bad off?
He rose from the chair with an unmistakable ease and grace. Alex.
Seconds later, he was standing by the side of her bed, half his face illumed by the faint light from the fire burning on the grate. Not like the Alex of her dreams, this Alex was solid and real,
and darkly forbidding.
“Alex—Alex what are you doing here?” Charlotte barely managed to croak out the question, hot all over once again.
She could feel his silver gaze scoring her, unreadable, unwavering. After a nerve-wracking pause, he asked in a voice both chilling and calm, “When did you intend to inform me you bore me a son?”
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