A Man Most Worthy (Steeple Hill Love Inspired Historical #17) (Mass Market Paperback)

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He was her father's poor bank clerk. She was a wealthy young lady. Though they were worlds apart, their innocent friendship bloomed into a mutual admiration. Then suddenly Nicholas Tennant was wrenched from Alice Shepard's life.

Now, years later, he has returned to London society wealthy and influential, determined to seek revenge on Alice's father—and Alice herself. But she is no longer the spoiled schoolgirl Nicholas remembers. She is a beautiful young widow of conviction and faith, raising a son on her own. Now Nicholas must look deep into his heart. For only in abandoning his thirst for revenge can he finally become the man most worthy of her love.

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Richmond, England, June 1875

The numbers wouldn't add up. Nick ran his ink-smudged finger up the neat column of figures and back down again.

A smothered giggle disrupted his concentration. With a frown, he glanced up from his desk, irritated that he'd have to begin adding for a third time.

He stared.

The most exquisite creature stood in the doorway to his small office, a finger to her lips. In her navy blue pleated skirt and sailor blouse, she appeared no more than sixteen.

Before he could do or say anything, she moved into his space, bringing with her a vitality the dusty nook had probably not seen in a decade.

Her eyes were wide, pleading, yet with a touch of mischief. "Shh!" she whispered. "Don't tell them I'm here."

He almost jumped out of his seat as she came around his desk and crouched behind it at his feet.

He drew his legs in, his eyes drawn to her slim, pale hands clasped over her knees. She lifted her head. "You won't give me away, will you?" Her sparkling deep blue eyes looked up at his in a conspiratorial smile. They must be what the poets called violet. Another part of his mind noticed the coppery shade of her hair. It was worn down, as befitted a schoolgirl, with a deep fringe across her wide forehead, and drawn away from her face with a wide blue bow in the back. Her hair was very straight but its toffee-colored tones glistened in the bit of light from his small lamp.

A noise at the door caused him to look up again. A youth and another young lady stood at the doorjamb, their faces peering doubtfully in.

The young gentleman ran a disdainful eye across the room. "You don't think she came in here, do you?"

The young lady, also pretty, but nothing compared to the one crouched at Nick's feet, put her hands on the hips of her similar schoolgirl outfit and took a slow turn about the cramped space, her slim nose wrinkled. "I daresay not. There's not space in here to hide a pin in!"

Nick couldn't help glancing down at the girl at his feet, and experienced once again a moment of shock at her loveliness as she glanced up at him, her finger to her lips.

"I say, you haven't seen a young lady run by here, have you, my good fellow?"

Nick immediately took umbrage to the young man's tone. Instead of replying, he picked up his pencil and pretended to go over his figures again.

The young man cleared his throat. "See here, I'm addressing you."

Without straightening from his work, Nick's gaze flickered up. "I beg your pardon?"

A look of annoyance crossed the young man's fine features. "Never mind. I shall look for myself. Come on, Lucy." He beckoned to the young lady standing at his side.

"Alice wouldn't hide in here," she said with a toss of her head. "Why are we wasting our time in this stuffy hole? There's nothing but dust and paper in here." As if to prove her point, she sneezed.

"You're right." With a sniff, the young gentleman backed out the door. The girl followed after him. Their voices faded down the corridor. "We shall find you, Alice. You can't hide from us!"

Silence descended once more in the office. Before Nick had a chance to move, the girl stood in one quick motion, smoothing down her skirt. "Thank you ever so much, Mr.—"

"Tennent," he said without thinking, pushing his chair back and standing.

She bobbed a quick curtsy then studied him a moment. He wondered what those stunning eyes saw. More than the other girl, no doubt, who had looked right past him as if he'd been no more than the blotter on his desk.

"You're Father's secretary?"

He nodded. So, this lovely creature was the offspring of Mr. Shepard.

She put a finger to her chin and tilted her head. "This is the first time he's brought his secretary out to Richmond, at least as far as I can recall." Her cheeks dimpled. "But then, I'm rarely home myself, so I wouldn't know."

He fingered the pencil he still held in his hand, trying to maintain a poise he was far from feeling. "I imagine your father wanted to have this project finished as quickly as possible. It demands much time and attention right now."

She cast a glance over the papers on his desk. "All Father's projects seem to require much time and attention." Was that irony in one so young? Her lashes, the same deep coppery tone as her hair, formed deep curves against the delicate, pale skin.

He frowned at her statement. "One doesn't rise to the importance of Mr. Shepard without a lot of time and effort."

Her eyes came up to study him. "You admire him."

"There is much to be admired." He lifted his chin a trifle defensively.

She ran a slim forefinger along the edge of the beat-up desk as she walked around it. He found he could breathe slightly easier when she'd moved a few feet away from him. "Most people do, don't they?" She glanced back at him, her finger still on the desk. "Admire him, I mean?"

"I imagine they do."

She nodded. "Is he a nice employer to you?"

He raised his eyebrows at her direct question, unaccustomed to someone asking him about his situation. "I have only been in his employ a fortnight, and it is not my place to comment on your father's treatment of his employees."

"Of course not. You were very cool to Victor."

Her statement threw him, until he realized she was referring to the young gentleman just in the room. "A playmate of yours?"

"I've known them both since childhood."

"Does that make them your friends?"

She tilted her head and a slow smile spread across her face. "I… don't know. I'd never really thought about it."

As if the mention of them summoned them, he heard their voices once again from the end of the corridor.

"Now, I say, Alice, we've searched this place from top to bottom—"

She sighed and took a step toward the door. "I'd better leave you to your work before they barge in on you again. I do apologize for interrupting your work, Mr. Tennent. I'm sure it's important."

He shook his head, trying to dispel the wave of disappointment he felt at her departure. "No need to apologize." He looked down at his column of figures, reassuming a business-like tone. "Good day to you, Miss Shepard."

"It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Tennent."

She sounded like a society lady, the kind of women he only saw from a distance in London. Hearing Victor's voice closer, she flashed him a smile then spun on her heel and left the room, once again the young schoolgirl.

Victor and Lucy pounced on her as soon as they saw her. "Where in the world were you?"

Alice laughed, the sound coming out breathless and excited. "You sillies, I was behind you all the time." She'd moved far enough from the office door that they wouldn't suspect where she'd come from.

Victor turned away from her and marched in the direction he'd come from. "I say, this game is silly. I, for one, am too old to be playing at hide-and-seek."

Alice stifled a laugh. He only thought it was silly because he hadn't found her. "All right, what do you suggest we do?"

At the moment all she wanted to do was be alone somewhere and ponder the encounter she'd had with Papa's new secretary. Miss Shepard. The way he'd said it sounded so grown-up and ladylike. Everyone else called her Miss Alice. She would not be Miss Shepard for another year-and-a-half at her coming out.

In those few moments of conversation, she'd felt taken seriously by an adult. A young gentleman, at that. Her heartbeat quickened at the intensity of his gaze.

She went over his features in her mind. Dark, short-cropped hair over a high forehead, a thin face, a high-bridged nose. But most arresting were his deep-set eyes, their irises almost black, the eyebrows straight and dark above them before arching outward.

"Let's go riding." Victor's voice, always peremptory when he wanted something, brought her thoughts to a halt.

"It's too hot to go riding." Lucy sounded peevish.

She took the girl by the arm. "Come along, we can take a walk in the grove. It'll be cool in the shade."

Two weeks of holidays stretched out before her. How she'd hoped that she'd be able to see Father. But he was always off to London and she was forced to entertain unwanted guests. There'd be no peace now until she returned to school.

Alice stood on the grassy tennis court, her attention fixed on Victor, her racket held firmly in her hand. "Come on, put some spirit into your serve."

Just as she knew they would, her words brought a frown to his face. The next second, he slammed the rubber ball across the net.

But she was ready. The ball sailed out of her reach. With a laugh, she sprang towards it and then hit it dead-on with her racket. It went flying back, forcing Victor to sprint to connect with it. "I say, you're not playing the game as it should be played."

She laughed again. "I'm playing it the way I saw it played at Wimbledon last spring!"

"This is not a competition!"

When she sent it back again, she aimed it at his partner, Lucy. The girl didn't move from her position, merely raised her arm halfway in a vain attempt to reach the ball.

Alice blew her bangs off her forehead in frustration. "Lucy, it went right to you!"

Lucy made a face at her and let Victor fetch the ball. "You're not playing fairly, Alice. You know you mustn't make me reach for it."

What a bore it was to play with these three. She glanced over at her own partner, a neighbor's son, also home for the holidays. He was looking away from the court, leaning on his racket. Oh, to be paired with someone who showed a little spirit!

She lunged to the right, almost missing the ball Victor served back to her. Despite his indolence in the drawing room, once she taunted him, he was roused to make some effort. Thunk! Her racket connected with the ball and it went whizzing back to him.

A tall figure coming around the corner of the high yew hedge caught her attention.

She recognized the new secretary immediately. She hadn't seen him at all again yesterday, and wondered if he was forced to take his meals with the servants or all by himself in his little office off Father's library.

In the time it took for the ball to return over the net, Alice made up her mind. She knocked the ball at the wrong angle, s...

Product Details

• Mass Market Paperback: 288 pages
• Publisher: Steeple Hill (October 14, 2008)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0373827970
• ISBN-13: 978-0373827978
• Product Dimensions: 6.6 x 4.2 x 0.9 inches
• Shipping Weight: 5 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 3.8 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (4 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #476,202 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars A Book Most Worthy!, May 6, 2009

By	Melanie Dickerson "Jane Austen's #1 fan" (Rocket City, AL) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

I loved this story! Lots of sigh-worthy moments. A Man Most Worthy is unique in that it's almost like two romances in one, although it's the same two people who fall in love both times.

Alice Shepard is the privileged daughter of a wealthy businessman. Nicholas Tennant is her father's poor but ambitious secretary. Alice is only a teenager when the two of them meet. She becomes infatuated with her father's clerk and soon falls in love with him, believing that some day they will marry. But when her father discovers their attraction, he callously sends Nicholas away without any recommendation or means of support. He is destitute. What will become of him? And what will become of Alice, who is so desperately in need of the love she's never known, with her mother dead and her father more dedicated to his work than his daughter?

It's a poignant love story interrupted, then resumed many years later. I hope I haven't given too much away, but it is full of twists and turns, and very romantic! I highly recommend it!

1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:

3.0 out of 5 stars Nice, quiet read, December 7, 2008

By	cocopuff482 (Trinidad, West Indies) - See all my reviews

This was a good, quiet read. The first part of the book where they were falling in love was sweet and passionate but after they met again after how many years, I found that Nick was a bit too sedate and introverted. After they both realised that they still had a torch for each other he should have confessed his undying love and devotion, begged her forgiveness for his abandonment and his not trying to contact her during the past years and then he should have promised to love her always if she would have him despite his short-comings! It did end nicely though so all in all, an OK read.

2.0 out of 5 stars First half great... second half not so great..., August 30, 2009

By	Tams - See all my reviews

I generally like Ruth's books but this one was not as good as her other books. As the title of the review suggests, the first half of the book is wonderful. The two meet and Alice, the heroine, is carefree and really easy to like. All in all, you really enjoy their budding love story.

The second half is just plain frustrating. Nick, the hero, is actually really enjoyable in my opinion. He's very kind and forgiving, but Alice is irritating through and through. She constantly doubts Nick--some of her doubts are fair--but others are just a bit way over the top. Personally, I believe her doubts are a bit beyond the character because of what she knows and has known of Nick.

At first her feelings are easy to understand but as you progress through the novel she begins to grate on your nerves with a certain emotional ridiculousness that doesn't seem true to her character. Without giving too much away she ends up coming off like one of those idiotic females a lot of author's put in their novels to progress the book forward. Propelling the book forward by sheer stupidity. Tedious.

She was smarter at 16 than she was at 30 and that's pretty scary. She constantly has Nick chasing after her--and I really have no idea why he's interested--she never really owns up to her mistakes as well as she could. Don't get me wrong, she admits them but she's the "victimized" heroine and gives him the cold shoulder far more than necessary. And there's nothing wrong with being a victim from time to time but this went too far. Alice makes you want to gnaw your fingers off.

Lastly, the novel drags quite a bit after the first 50 or so pages of the second half of the book when they meet again. Somehow you read a lot of pages and nothing is truly interesting. If this is your first book of Ruth's don't judge her work solely by this. Try "A Bride of Honor" or "Dawn in My Heart." Those are two really good ones. At least those two were my favorites. "Wild Rose" is also good if you don't mind the odd "scene cliche" or two about walking in on someone in half dressed and suddenly recognizing the person is attractive (I hate scene's like that!).