Her Aunt's will says marry or Victoria Harlow will lose her child care center and the money to operate it. Widower Sam Benson needs tax money or he'll lose his son and his ranch. When Tory and Sam meet chemistry flares, but they agree--a marriage of convenience with separate homes. Then they discover they must live together for a year. Can they survive such an arrangement despite the desire burning between them?
From Love Romances
BARGAINED VOWS to this reviewer was like a fresh romance of family and love beginning. This reviewer liked the way Allison Knight wrote Sam Benson as a macho man who did not need any woman to help him with his son. Unlike macho men, Sam oozed with so much pride that it almost tore apart this family. As his mind sets out to just find a way to keep his son away from his grandparents, he forgets Tory's feelings towards him and his son. Though he tries to hide his feelings for her, just reading the words his love screams for Tory. Even she tries to hide her feelings, but the things she does like redecorating his home, learning how to ride a horse for his sake shows how much she wants to make this marriage bearable.
A delightful romance to read filled with love, humor, and easy characters to follow. The characters itself and the story line just catch your attention from the first chapter. You have money, lust, love, and most of all a little boy who warms your heart. A little boy's pride slowly thaws out when even he starts to love his new mother. Only his father can change Tory's mind to stay with them forever and have a real family.
Reviewed by MELINDA
A cute story, Sam and Victoria bargained with the law. While they definitely did not lose, they ended up taking a wide detour and found love in the process. The only problem is that their marriage lacks communication. This is not a good thing as a certain litte boy named Josh overhears Victoria is leaving. So he decides to leave too. This is certainly one way to get the family back together again. But will Sam and Victoria take the bait and return to their BARGAINED VOWS?
Brenda Ramsbacher
"How could she do this to me?" Victoria Harlow muttered as she paced her small office, anguish marking each word.
"Tory, you've been asking the same thing for a month now," Gayle Spencer replied.
"I can't help it. If I can't meet the terms of that will, I'll lose all of this," she threw her hand out to encompass the whole area, "And, Aunt Sophia's charities get everything." She sighed with disgust and sank into her desk chair.
"With the expenses for this child care center, I can't buy another house and that trust fund established to cover emergencies is all tied up too. I really thought Aunt Sophia loved me."
"You know she did. It's just that the two of you never saw eye to eye on your future. I'll ask you again, why not contest the will?"
"I spoke to a lawyer," Tory mumbled. "He said, although the will was archaic, it's very legal. Unless I agree to marry, everything will be auctioned off."
Gayle shut down her computer, gathered the papers and swilled in her chair, "Come on, you need to get away from here. We'll go get something to eat and then come back."
Tory blinked, leaned against the back of her chair and stared at her trembling fingers. "I can't do it, you know. I can't get married."
Gayle picked up an empty soda can from the edge of the table and pitched it into the recycle bin. "Tory, I don't blame you. The men on that list your aunt left are all creeps. I wouldn't have one of them if they came supplied with a producing gold mine."
"That's just it, they think I do. All four of them look at me and see dollar signs. Besides, they're part of Aunt Sophia's social set and every one of them befriended the old woman, just so she'd give them her blessing. Can't you just see Harold, or James Ruskin letting me keep the Center going?"
Tory heaved another heavy sigh and stood, "Well, I guess we'd better start notifying the parents. Aunt Sophia's lawyer called this morning. The auction is scheduled for the twenty fourth of July."
Gayle gasped. "July twenty-fourth? You didn't tell me that. You said the auction was ninety days from the reading of the will."
"He read the will two days after the funeral, the twenty second of April. I just didn't tell you about it," Tory murmured.
