In My Heart [NOOK Book]

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After a whirlwind affair and elopement with one of her father's officers, Lady Alexandra Marshall, daughter and sole heir of the Earl of Ware, watched helplessly as her husband was shipped off. An annulment followed, and though she waited with packed bags, Christopher never returned for her. Now, 10 years later, she can't help but wonder if fate is giving them a second chance at love .

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After a whirlwind affair and elopement with one of her father's officers, Lady Alexandra Marshall, daughter and sole heir of the Earl of Ware, watched helplessly as her husband was shipped off. An annulment followed, and though she waited with packed bags, Christopher never returned for her. Now, 10 years later, she can't help but wonder if fate is giving them a second chance at love .

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  • ISBN-13: 9780061745058
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/13/2009
  • Series: Donally Family Series, #1
  • Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 318,923
  • File size: 529 KB

Meet the Author

Melody Thomas is a wordsmith, a creator of dreams, and a passionate believer in happy endings. A product of thirteen schools and twenty-two moves stretching across the United States and Europe, she is a self-proclaimed gypsy. Her fascination with historical romance began when, in her teens, she visited the Tower of London and learned that Henry the Eighth had beheaded two of his wives. This was great fodder for her teenage imagination and the start of a love affair with history, intrigue, and irresistible heroes.

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In My Heart


By Thomas, Melody

Avon Books

ISBN: 0060564474

Chapter One

London
Spring 1866

"Have you lost your senses, Lady Alexandra?" Professor Atler dropped her report on the desk as if the papers Alexandra had given him held the plague wrapped in black ink.

"Someone in the museum is a thief, Professor," Alexandra Marshall managed without clearing the hoarseness from her throat. "I have done my research and stand by my findings, sir. This is not a case of misidentification."

"You are out of line with an accusation of this magnitude. Bloody Christ ... "

Professor Atler's unexpected blasphemy made her flinch, and Alexandra knew in that instant what it must feel like to face the gallows. Kill the messenger had taken on new meaning.

A dim whale-oil lantern provided the only light in a room filled with priceless relics. Mummified corpses lay in wooden boxes beneath glass away from sunlight. She'd long since become accustomed to the unpleasant musty scent that pervaded this paneled chamber, and drew courage from the next breath. But as surely as her gaze dropped to the Mogul decanter in her hand, she knew that she'd sealed her fate.

Her appalling discovery would set the elite academia back on its heels if word of the thievery ever leaked to the wrong people. Someone had tampered with priceless treasures. Someone intimately familiar with the museum's routine and with antiquities.

"It is not my intention to harm the museum." She set the once-priceless artifact on the desk. "But I am the one who checked the antiquities in question when they arrived. Someone has replaced the jewels with replicas. Very good synthetics, but fakes nonetheless. Whoever replaced those jewels did so with skill."

"Some will accuse you of trying to cover up your mistakes with this manner of accusation. Perhaps you erred in your earlier assessment. Have you considered that?"

"I ... did not err, sir." But Professor Atler's observation had done what he'd meant to do. What if she had erred in identifying the pieces upon their arrival? Folding her hands in her skirts, she kept them from clasping. "I made no mistake."

"But you are not sure."

"Every emerald and ruby on that sixteenth century decanter is a fake. The prongs have been tampered with or replaced." She pointed to the other examples she'd laid out on the desk. "So I went back and looked at more. The emerald elephants from China are perfect replicas of the originals. There is much more that I have not brought here. Someone has gone to a great deal of effort to make sure none of us ever found out."

"And yet, you alone discovered the deception."

The inference sent a skein of alarm down her spine. "The light, sir," she explained. "Synthetic jewels, even those grown in a dish, do not possess the same light spectrum. Behind glass, the differences aren't as apparent. I'm positive the switch has only recently taken place."

A bushy brow lifted. "How do you know this?"

"As you know, those displays are changed every three months. When I was preparing the vase for moving, I noted first the prongs, then the gems. I cross-checked that vase with my research and the inventory index." When he didn't reply, Alexandra added, "I wrote a report on my findings and wish to begin a full-scale investigation."

A pair of bronze griffins crouched on each end of the desk. Professor Atler had not looked away from the papers, a decided slump to his thin shoulders. His brown woolen jacket was wrinkled where he'd been hunched over the desk when she'd arrived earlier. Heavy sideburns the color of his graying hair framed his tired face. Alexandra felt pity for him. As the director of this museum, he faced professional annihilation. A scandal of this magnitude would ruin him. Something she'd not considered until this moment.

Heart racing, she dropped her gaze. She'd known Professor Atler most of her life. He was a colleague of her father's since they'd worked together in the British diplomatic corps. Four years ago upon her graduation from the university, he'd sponsored her at the museum. Since then, she'd already published more papers than most full-time curators had. Her cross-disciplinary studies were in physical anthropology thanks to her father's passion for exploration. She loved nothing more than to explore a dig for bones. When Professor Atler had first agreed to act as her advisor, he had just completed pioneering work in the field of Egyptology after discovering a cache of royal mummies at Deir el-Bahri near the Valley of Kings. Highly respected and knighted by the queen, he was recently appointed director to the British Museum.

She highly regarded him, which kept her ever vigilant. Alexandra was constantly struggling to prove herself to him, her male colleagues, and to the public who had made her an object of curiosity. A public that focused more on the fact that she was a woman rather than an archaeologist, as if brain matter differed in someone who had breasts.

"Has Lord Ware read this report?" he finally asked.

Unwilling to admit fear of her father's reaction, Alexandra shook her head. "I came to you first," she said, confident that he now believed her, that he would side with her findings. "I wish to present this to the trustees before news of the thefts should leak out."

"So that each member will know where his precious donations have gone? What if you are wrong? What if the mistake is yours?"

Heat warmed her face as the implication of his words became too clear. Professor Atler's gaze flickered to the Mogul decanter. "If there has been a theft as you allege, the scandal will ruin us all." He looked at her hard. "Most certainly your father, who sits at the head of that board and in Parliament where we secure financial backing. Our livelihood depends on the benevolence of those who support what we are doing here."

"So it is better to admit to a mistake in identifying the pieces than to an actual theft?" She could barely voice the words.

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In My Heart

Chapter One

London
Spring 1866

"Have you lost your senses, Lady Alexandra?" Professor Atler dropped her report on the desk as if the papers Alexandra had given him held the plague wrapped in black ink.

"Someone in the museum is a thief, Professor," Alexandra Marshall managed without clearing the hoarseness from her throat. "I have done my research and stand by my findings, sir. This is not a case of misidentification."

"You are out of line with an accusation of this magnitude. Bloody Christ ... "

Professor Atler's unexpected blasphemy made her flinch, and Alexandra knew in that instant what it must feel like to face the gallows. Kill the messenger had taken on new meaning.

A dim whale-oil lantern provided the only light in a room filled with priceless relics. Mummified corpses lay in wooden boxes beneath glass away from sunlight. She'd long since become accustomed to the unpleasant musty scent that pervaded this paneled chamber, and drew courage from the next breath. But as surely as her gaze dropped to the Mogul decanter in her hand, she knew that she'd sealed her fate.

Her appalling discovery would set the elite academia back on its heels if word of the thievery ever leaked to the wrong people. Someone had tampered with priceless treasures. Someone intimately familiar with the museum's routine and with antiquities.

"It is not my intention to harm the museum." She set the once-priceless artifact on the desk. "But I am the one who checked the antiquities in question when they arrived. Someone has replaced the jewels with replicas. Very good synthetics, but fakes nonetheless. Whoever replaced those jewels did so with skill."

"Some will accuse you of trying to cover up your mistakes with this manner of accusation. Perhaps you erred in your earlier assessment. Have you considered that?"

"I ... did not err, sir." But Professor Atler's observation had done what he'd meant to do. What if she had erred in identifying the pieces upon their arrival? Folding her hands in her skirts, she kept them from clasping. "I made no mistake."

"But you are not sure."

"Every emerald and ruby on that sixteenth century decanter is a fake. The prongs have been tampered with or replaced." She pointed to the other examples she'd laid out on the desk. "So I went back and looked at more. The emerald elephants from China are perfect replicas of the originals. There is much more that I have not brought here. Someone has gone to a great deal of effort to make sure none of us ever found out."

"And yet, you alone discovered the deception."

The inference sent a skein of alarm down her spine. "The light, sir," she explained. "Synthetic jewels, even those grown in a dish, do not possess the same light spectrum. Behind glass, the differences aren't as apparent. I'm positive the switch has only recently taken place."

A bushy brow lifted. "How do you know this?"

"As you know, those displays are changed every three months. When I was preparing the vase for moving, I noted first the prongs, then the gems. I cross-checked that vase with my research and the inventory index." When he didn't reply, Alexandra added, "I wrote a report on my findings and wish to begin a full-scale investigation."

A pair of bronze griffins crouched on each end of the desk. Professor Atler had not looked away from the papers, a decided slump to his thin shoulders. His brown woolen jacket was wrinkled where he'd been hunched over the desk when she'd arrived earlier. Heavy sideburns the color of his graying hair framed his tired face. Alexandra felt pity for him. As the director of this museum, he faced professional annihilation. A scandal of this magnitude would ruin him. Something she'd not considered until this moment.

Heart racing, she dropped her gaze. She'd known Professor Atler most of her life. He was a colleague of her father's since they'd worked together in the British diplomatic corps. Four years ago upon her graduation from the university, he'd sponsored her at the museum. Since then, she'd already published more papers than most full-time curators had. Her cross-disciplinary studies were in physical anthropology thanks to her father's passion for exploration. She loved nothing more than to explore a dig for bones. When Professor Atler had first agreed to act as her advisor, he had just completed pioneering work in the field of Egyptology after discovering a cache of royal mummies at Deir el-Bahri near the Valley of Kings. Highly respected and knighted by the queen, he was recently appointed director to the British Museum.

She highly regarded him, which kept her ever vigilant. Alexandra was constantly struggling to prove herself to him, her male colleagues, and to the public who had made her an object of curiosity. A public that focused more on the fact that she was a woman rather than an archaeologist, as if brain matter differed in someone who had breasts.

"Has Lord Ware read this report?" he finally asked.

Unwilling to admit fear of her father's reaction, Alexandra shook her head. "I came to you first," she said, confident that he now believed her, that he would side with her findings. "I wish to present this to the trustees before news of the thefts should leak out."

"So that each member will know where his precious donations have gone? What if you are wrong? What if the mistake is yours?"

Heat warmed her face as the implication of his words became too clear. Professor Atler's gaze flickered to the Mogul decanter. "If there has been a theft as you allege, the scandal will ruin us all." He looked at her hard. "Most certainly your father, who sits at the head of that board and in Parliament where we secure financial backing. Our livelihood depends on the benevolence of those who support what we are doing here."

"So it is better to admit to a mistake in identifying the pieces than to an actual theft?" She could barely voice the words.

In My Heart. Copyright © by Melody Thomas. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2004

    One for your 'Keeper' shelf!

    Lady Alexandra Marshall, future Countess Ware, had once been married to Christopher Donally. The marriage had not lasted long. Alex watched helplessly as her irate father had Christopher shipped off to India and the marriage annulled. She waited for him to return to her, only to be disappointed. He did not return. .................... It was ten years before Christopher showed up again and it was NOT for Alex. He wanted nothing to do with the aristocracy. He was heir to D&B Steel and Engineering and wanted only to run his business. While doing so, Christopher planned to give his sister, Brianna, her launch into Society. He never expected to see Alexandra or for her to ask for his help. ...................... Lady Alexandra had kept herself sane by devoting herself to the British Museum as an archaeologist. When she realized gems had been stolen from artifacts and replaced by fakes, she reported it to the head curator. However, she quickly learned that the museum would rather ruin her career and reputation than admit to the thefts. She went to Christopher for help. In exchange, Alexandra would support Brianna's launch. ...................... ***** A splendid addition to the Regency era is author Melody Thomas! She somehow made the hero and heroine total opposites, yet perfect for each other. While Lady Alexandra has no siblings and only her work, Sir Christopher has a huge Irish family who enjoys beating up on each other, especially during games such as croquet. To watch these two main characters go head-to-head is sheer delight! This one will hit your 'Keeper' shelf! *****

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2004

    engaging second chance at love mystery

    Lady Alexandra Marshall dedicated her life to becoming a highly regarded scientist, a feat that is rarely accomplished by a female. However, her dedication, devotion and deeds have made the male dominated scientific community take notice. Of course she has no other life to speak of, but Alexandra does not care. As she attains the epitome of her lofty goal, burglaries place her success at risk and even worse, a secret she thought buried has surfaced that if exposed will ruin her regardless of her achievements. Sir Christopher Donally wants the past left buried and thought with his wealth and position he could do just that. He, like the female scientist, learns that sometimes the past refuses to remain interred. He must deal with past problems that could destroy him. Soon he and Alex will re-cross paths that both thought hidden including the resurfacing of their love for one another as the only hope to overcome the pains that threaten both of them. <P>Fans will enjoy IN MY HEART, an engaging second chance at love mystery that keeps the audience not only hooked with the romance, but guessing on what is going on and why. The lead couple is a delight as their mutual past rears up to bring them together though neither is prepared for nor want reconciliation. Fans of historical romantic suspense tales will appreciate this fine tale of love lost and regained if the protagonists can reach out for one another before both are destroyed. <P>Harriet Klausner

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