Jude Deveraux Holly

ISBN 13: 9780743555227

Holly

3.62 avg rating
( 3,405 ratings by Goodreads )
 
9780743555227: Holly

Hollander Latham persuades her parents to purchase the home of her dreams: Spring Hill, a beautiful plantation where Holly spent her memorable thirteenth summer. Holly is intent on reuniting with Spring Hill's neighbor and her love from that long-ago summer, wealthy heir Laurence Beaumont. But as Christmas fast approaches, Nick Tagger -- a mysterious stranger who tempts her with passion -- turns her plans upside down. One man can seduce her with fortune and privilege; the other can promise her the simple gift of love. On Christmas night, Holly makes a choice that will change her life forever.

"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.

About the Author:

Jude Deveraux is the author of more than forty New York Times bestsellers, including Moonlight in the Morning, The Scent of Jasmine, Scarlet Nights, Days of Gold, Lavender Morning, Return to Summerhouse, and Secrets. To date, there are more than sixty million copies of her books in print worldwide. To learn more, visit JudeDeveraux.com.

Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:

Chapter One


Holly felt as though she'd pulled off the coup of her life -- and by Christmas it would all be settled. After many calls, letters, emails, and promises, she'd finally persuaded her parents to buy Spring Hill Plantation just outside beautiful, historic Edenton in eastern North Carolina. Of course, it hadn't hurt that her stepsister, Taylor, was going to marry a man who lived there.

Now, she was in the little grocery store that was two miles down the road from the ghastly house her parents had rented last year and she was trying to find something to eat that didn't have a thousand calories a bite. She'd recently lost eleven pounds and she didn't want to put it back on. Facing a summer near her skinny, beautiful stepsister had made her quit eating and go to the gym four nights a week.

And of course there was the prospect of seeing Lorrie again, she thought. For a moment her eyes glazed over as she remembered him. She was no longer seeing the store, but instead, saw the river and the dock and Lorrie. She'd been thirteen that summer and Lorrie had been sixteen -- a tall, lean, bronzed young man, with golden hair and brown eyes.

That summer had started out horribly. Her parents nearly always rented a house somewhere for the summer, but until that year the houses had been in communities where their two daughters could swim and meet other people their own age.

But that summer a friend of her father's had offered them the free use of his beautifully restored old house, built in 1778, located on a river, and set in the midst of four and a half acres of old trees and pretty flower gardens.

Holly had hated the place at first sight. Its isolation, the remoteness, had made her want to scream. In an instant she'd envisioned a summer in a hell of loneliness. Taylor was old enough to drive so she'd be going to nearby Edenton and joining the real world.

But what am I to do here the whole summer? she thought, near to tears. Catch tadpoles? Sit by the river and watch the turtles come up for air? It wasn't what a pubescent girl wanted to do.

She'd tried to persuade her parents that they absolutely, positively could not force her to stay in that horrible place for an entire summer. They'd just smiled, then answered the always-ringing telephone.

For the first week, Holly had been so bored she thought she might lose her mind. Her parents had already left to fly to London, and Taylor had met a young man. Holly had been left in the charge of a woman who was at least as old as the house and who did little except sleep in the padded swing on the back porch.

It was at the beginning of the second week that Holly had been sitting on the edge of the pier, her legs tucked up to her chest, and contemplating her family's regret if their youngest child ran away from home, when she heard an unusual noise. She looked up to see a rowboat coming toward her.

She had to blink, then rub her eyes and blink again to be sure she was seeing correctly. Coming toward her, his back to her, was a beautiful, shirtless young man. She couldn't see his face, but if the front of him was half as good as the back of him, he was an Adonis.

Holly had stood up, smoothed her shorts and T-shirt -- wishing she weren't wearing her rattiest clothes -- and waited.

When he reached her dock and turned, he was so beautiful that her breath nearly stopped.

"Hello," he'd said, throwing a rope at her feet. "I'm Laurence Beaumont and I'm your next-door neighbor. You want to tie that down?"

She had no idea what he meant. Tie what down?

"The rope," he said. "Tie it to the cleat."

It had taken her a moment to understand what he meant. Cleat? Oh, yeah, the thing she used to scrape mud off her shoes. She picked up the rope and tied it in a very neat bow to the metal cleat, then looked over at the young man.

He looked at the cleat, then back at her, but he didn't laugh. Later, she wondered at that. What other sixteen-year-old would have looked at a boat rope tied into a bow and not howled with laughter?

But Lorrie hadn't laughed at her, not then, nor at any other time.

From that first moment, they'd been friends -- kindred souls maybe, since they were so alike. Her name was Hollander, his was Laurence, but they were Holly and Lorrie to everyone. His family had lived in the same house since 1782 and two of his ancestors had signed the Declaration of Independence.

Holly had some big-shot ancestors on her father's side, and her father himself had been an ambassador to three different countries. "He knows everybody and talks to each one every day on the phone," she'd said under the breath.

Lorrie had laughed. "My old man makes deals all day."

"What about your mother?"

"Died when I was three."

Holly felt as though she'd been hit in the stomach. Her mother had died when she was one. When she told Lorrie, he sat down on the dock and they began to compare notes of their lives in earnest.

Both their fathers had been raised in impoverished gentility, with fabulous educations and old-world family names. Both fathers had married heiresses who'd died young. Both men had remarried women with no money. The difference was that Holly's stepmother, Marguerite, was a sort of financial genius, while Lorrie's stepmother's main talent was in spending. Holly's mother's fortune, from Hollander Tools, had increased, while Lorrie's mother's fortune had long ago disappeared.

"All I have left is the title to the falling-down old house and a few hundred acres," Lorrie had said cheerfully, looking at Holly. "What is it about you, kid, that's making me tell you my life story? I didn't tell my last three girlfriends this much."

Holly hadn't liked being called "kid," and she didn't like to think that this beautiful young man had ever had a girlfriend, but she took the compliment to her heart. "I guess we were just meant to be together," she said, willing him to take her away forever in his canoe.

Smiling, Lorrie tousled Holly's short, dark hair. "Maybe so, kid. Maybe you're what I need this summer. Hey! I'll race you to the other side of the river."

Holly wasn't a very good swimmer, but by the end of that summer she was, for she spent nearly every day with Lorrie. Although Lorrie had revealed lots of secrets about his past, she soon found out that he was close-mouthed about his current life. It was only through listening to the gossip her stepsister so loved that she knew Lorrie was hiding out that summer.

"The biggest snobs in eastern North Carolina," Taylor had said at dinner. She was talking about the Beaumont family. "They've lived here since George Washington surveyed the area and even have a few letters from him. But seventeen years ago, the family was broke, so Laurence Beaumont the second married some rich little heiress and she conveniently died three years after having Larry the third."

As always, Taylor had been oblivious to the emotions her careless words caused. Their father had also married an heiress who died young.

"Lorrie, not Larry," Holly said and immediately wished she could take the words back. Her father, her stepmother, and her stepsister paused to look at her in surprise.

"The cook works for them sometimes," she muttered, looking down at her food.

Taylor gave Holly a speculative look before returning to her gossip. Taylor was as gregarious as Holly was quiet. Taylor loved being in a crowd, while Holly wanted just a couple of girlfriends to pal around with.

Taylor had gone on to say that Lorrie -- "silly nickname for a boy," she'd said -- was supposed to have gone to some elegant summer camp, but at the last minute one of his father's stupid land deals fell through so there was no money. "The kid doesn't want any of his rich friends to know, so he's hiding out at his father's family's rotting old house. Have you seen him?"

It took Holly a moment to realize her stepsister was talking to her. "Who?" she asked, her heart fluttering wildly. She didn't want anyone to know she was spending most of her time alone with a sixteen-year-old boy. Even though all she was doing was helping Lorrie remove paint off the molding in the old house, she feared that if they knew, they'd stop her.

"She's been reading the classics, haven't you?" her father said, looking at his only child fondly. Taylor was his wife's daughter.

Holly looked at her plate and nodded.

Somehow she managed to keep her secret all summer. Her father and stepmother had flown in and out all that summer; Taylor had spent her time in Edenton, and the woman hired to baby-sit Holly couldn't have cared less where her charge spent the day.

It had been a magical summer of long, hot days spent with Lorrie. They'd constantly worked together on his family's plantation. His family had lived there since it was built before the American Revolutionary War, and Lorrie loved the place as much as his father hated it. One day while they were painting the dining room, Lorrie told her that his mother had married his father for his name and his home. She'd traded her fortune for the Beaumont history.

Lorrie's grandfather, shrewd in business, had blessed his daughter's marriage even though he saw what Laurence Beaumont was. However, before the marriage he'd made sure the plantation was given to his daughter's children so that her husband couldn't sell the place.

"I don't remember her," Lorrie said as she stroked butternut-colored paint onto the clean molding. "But I've been told she loved this house so much that she died for it." He said the last with bitterness. He told Holly that his mother had died giving birth to another child. She'd so wanted to have her baby born in the Beaumont house that, against the doctor's orders, she'd tried for a home birth. There were complications and both mother and child had died before the ambulance could get them to the hospital.

"Maybe your mother's death is why your father hates this place."

"Naw. He just loves Tiffany's ass more."

Tiffany was his father's third wife and Lorrie despised her. She'd made her husband buy her a new, modern house in Raleigh and they stayed there, rarely even visiting the old plantation.

Holly never asked Lorrie about the camp he was supposed to have gone to. In fact, she didn't ask him about anything that didn't have to do with the house. He took her around to the falling-down outbuildings and told her what they'd been used for. He talked of his dream of someday restoring every building and being "a gentleman farmer," he'd said, smiling.

"You can do it, Lorrie, I know you can."

He'd laughed and tousled her hair -- the only way he ever touched her.

It had been an idyllic summer in spite of the fact that she spent ninety-nine percent of her waking hours and a hundred percent of her sleeping hours imagining Lorrie kissing her. She stared at his lips until she knew every little crease in them.

If Lorrie had any idea she had a crush on him he never let her know. At the end of the summer she had to go back to school -- this one in Ireland -- and Lorrie had a year of high school to finish.

When they'd said good-bye, he'd picked her up, twirled her around, and said she was the kid sister he'd never had. Holly'd looked at him and willed him to kiss her. He did, but only on the forehead, then he'd tousled her hair one last time before he got in his car and drove away.

She'd told him she'd write him and she did. For six months she wrote Lorrie long letters, pouring her heart out to him, telling him of spats at her boarding school and of any accomplishments she was proud of. The only time he'd written back was when she sent him a paper she'd written about Colonial architecture. Lorrie had sent her a postcard that said, "Good work, kid. L."

It was that summer with Lorrie that sent her on her career path. She decided to study architecture in college, but that soon changed to architectural history, then narrowed to American domestic architecture.

Over the years his lack of response made her stop sending him letters, but she never lost track of him. She followed his career after he graduated from law school, and she saw how he won nearly every case. She sent him a card of sympathy when she read that his father had shot himself after another bogus land deal had left him impoverished. She cried for three days after she read that Lorrie got married. But Lorrie's marriage had been good for her. It had made her stop living in a fantasy, take her nose out of the books, and begin looking at the men around her.

She'd grown up to look like her mother, who had won a couple of beauty pageants, so Holly had never had trouble getting men. Over the years she'd had a few love affairs, one serious, but she'd never given her heart away. She'd never told anyone about her summer with the boy next door, but she knew that no man had ever made her feel as Lorrie had. No man had made her feel as though she wanted to say, "Here's my life, take it. Do with me what you will."

When she turned twenty-one, she came into her inheritance. Millions. After two days of elation and buying new clothes, she decided she had to do something real with the money, something worthwhile. What interested her was the preservation of old houses, but at the same time she didn't want to become one of those rich women real preservationists put up with just for the money. She wanted to be treated as though she had a brain in her head, as though she knew Federal from Colonial from Greek Revival. She decided to get her Ph.D. in American architecture.

When she turned twenty-four, her father had a mild heart attack and was told to stop jetting all over the world. While Holly was at the hospital, she'd flipped through a Town & Country magazine. It had been two years since she'd read anything outside her subject so she could barely comprehend the magazine. It was when she saw the name Laurence Beaumont III that her eyes began to focus. The article said that Mr. Beaumont had recently divorced and that he was going home to his plantation outside Edenton, North Carolina, to open a law office there.

Suddenly it was as though everything Holly had ever wanted was within her grasp. She knew she had the money to buy the house next to Lorrie's, but she also instinctively knew that he'd know exactly what she was up to. She'd learned that, to men, the chase was everything.

As soon as her father was well enough to leave the hospital, she started her campaign to get him -- not her -- to buy Spring Hill, the old house they'd stayed in when she was thirteen. The isolation would allow him the peace he needed, she said. Maybe he could buy a pedal boat and get his exercise by gliding down the river.

Holly felt guilty about it, but she then led her father into asking her to please spend the summer with them. When he had finally asked, she acted reluctant, until her father said, "If you can't, that's all right," then turned to his wife to change the subject.

Too loudly, Holly said that maybe the old house would be a good place for her to write her dissertation for her...

"About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.

Buy New View Book
List Price: US$ 14.95
US$ 15.29

Convert Currency

Shipping: FREE
From United Kingdom to U.S.A.

Destination, Rates & Speeds

Add to Basket

Top Search Results from the AbeBooks Marketplace

1.

Jude Deveraux
Published by SIMON SCHUSTER AUDIO, United States (2006)
ISBN 10: 0743555228 ISBN 13: 9780743555227
New Quantity Available: 10
Seller:
The Book Depository US
(London, United Kingdom)
Rating
[?]

Book Description SIMON SCHUSTER AUDIO, United States, 2006. CD-Audio. Book Condition: New. Unabridged. Language: English . Brand New. Hollander Latham persuades her parents to purchase the home of her dreams: Spring Hill, a beautiful plantation where Holly spent her memorable thirteenth summer. Holly is intent on reuniting with Spring Hill s neighbor and her love from that long-ago summer, wealthy heir Laurence Beaumont. But as Christmas fast approaches, Nick Tagger -- a mysterious stranger who tempts her with passion -- turns her plans upside down. One man can seduce her with fortune and privilege; the other can promise her the simple gift of love. On Christmas night, Holly makes a choice that will change her life forever. Bookseller Inventory # BZV9780743555227

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 15.29
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: FREE
From United Kingdom to U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds

2.

Deveraux, Jude
ISBN 10: 0743555228 ISBN 13: 9780743555227
New Quantity Available: > 20
Seller:
Paperbackshop-US
(Wood Dale, IL, U.S.A.)
Rating
[?]

Book Description 2006. CD. Book Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from US within 10 to 14 business days. Established seller since 2000. Bookseller Inventory # VS-9780743555227

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 11.31
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 3.99
Within U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds

3.

Jude Deveraux
Published by SIMON SCHUSTER AUDIO, United States (2006)
ISBN 10: 0743555228 ISBN 13: 9780743555227
New Quantity Available: 10
Seller:
Book Depository hard to find
(London, United Kingdom)
Rating
[?]

Book Description SIMON SCHUSTER AUDIO, United States, 2006. CD-Audio. Book Condition: New. Unabridged. Language: English . Brand New. Hollander Latham persuades her parents to purchase the home of her dreams: Spring Hill, a beautiful plantation where Holly spent her memorable thirteenth summer. Holly is intent on reuniting with Spring Hill s neighbor and her love from that long-ago summer, wealthy heir Laurence Beaumont. But as Christmas fast approaches, Nick Tagger -- a mysterious stranger who tempts her with passion -- turns her plans upside down. One man can seduce her with fortune and privilege; the other can promise her the simple gift of love. On Christmas night, Holly makes a choice that will change her life forever. Bookseller Inventory # BZV9780743555227

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 21.64
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: FREE
From United Kingdom to U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds

4.

Deveraux, Jude/ Wiltsie, Jennifer (Narrator)
Published by Simon & Schuster (2006)
ISBN 10: 0743555228 ISBN 13: 9780743555227
New Quantity Available: 1
Seller:
Revaluation Books
(Exeter, United Kingdom)
Rating
[?]

Book Description Simon & Schuster, 2006. Audio CD. Book Condition: Brand New. unabridged edition. 5.25x5.25x1.00 inches. In Stock. Bookseller Inventory # 0743555228

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 40.64
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 7.99
From United Kingdom to U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds

5.

Jude Deveraux
ISBN 10: 0743555228 ISBN 13: 9780743555227
New Quantity Available: 1
Seller:
AussieBookSeller
(SILVERWATER, NSW, Australia)
Rating
[?]

Book Description 2006. Compact Disc. Book Condition: New. Compact Disc. Hollander Latham persuades her parents to purchase the home of her dreams: Spring Hill, a beautiful plantation where Holly spent her memorable thirteenth summer. Holly is i.Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. 0.163. Bookseller Inventory # 9780743555227

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 18.66
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 37.00
From Australia to U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds