Legacy of Lies

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Joann Ross creates captivating stories about the choices and chances that come once in every woman's life. But what happens when a woman discovers her life may be a legacy of lies…?

From a childhood nurtured by unconditional family love to her stunning triumph as one of Hollywood's leading fashion designers, Alexandra Lyons has always been spirited and independent. But everything she believes about herself is thrown into question when she meets Eleanor Lord. The powerful ...

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Joann Ross creates captivating stories about the choices and chances that come once in every woman's life. But what happens when a woman discovers her life may be a legacy of lies…?

From a childhood nurtured by unconditional family love to her stunning triumph as one of Hollywood's leading fashion designers, Alexandra Lyons has always been spirited and independent. But everything she believes about herself is thrown into question when she meets Eleanor Lord. The powerful matriarch is convinced that Alexandra is Anna Lord, her long-lost granddaughter and heir to a family dynasty.

Has Alexandra's life been a lie? Is she really Anna Lord—or the victim of an even darker hoax? The truth lies buried in the past, in a dark explosion of jealousy, betrayal and murder, and remains as deadly now as it was nearly thirty years ago.

Talent, desire, scandal--she would need them all to uncover her legacy of lies. Don't miss this white-hot story of passion, revenge, and obsession from the bestselling author of Dusk Fire. "A sizzling, sensual romance sure to keep hearts pounding after the last page is turned."--Romantic Times. Original.

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"Masterfully weaves a tale of momentum and curves. Between the intrigue and the steamy romance, you'll be left breathless." -RT Book Reviews on Confessions

"JoAnn Ross takes her audience on a thrilling roller coaster ride that leaves them breathless." -Affaire de Coeur on Confessions

"A steamy, fast-paced read." -Publishers Weekly on No Regrets

"A moving story with marvelous characters that should not be missed." -RT Book Reviews, 4 1/2 stars, on No Regrets

"JoAnn Ross masterfully paints a picture of a magical, mystical land. With delightful touches of folklore storytelling, Ms. Ross tells a tale that delivers laughter, tears and so much joy."
-RT Book Reviews on A Woman's Heart

"A Woman's Heart willfind a place in every fan's heart, as it is an extraordinary tale that will charm the audience. This is one time the luck of the Irish will shine on every reader."
-Affaire de Coeur

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778315261
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 1/29/2013
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 408
  • Sales rank: 704,459
  • Product dimensions: 4.13 (w) x 6.64 (h) x 0.97 (d)

Meet the Author

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author JoAnn Ross has been published in twenty-seven countries. A member of Romance Writers of America's Honor Roll of bestselling authors, JoAnn lives with her husband and three rescued dogs — who pretty much rule the house — in the Pacific Northwest. Visit her on the web at www.joannross.com.
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December 1981

Oblivious to any danger, Alexandra Lyons ran full tilt across the icy street, deftly weaving her way between two taxis, a gunmetal-gray Mercedes and a jet-black Ferrari. Her hooded, red wool cape was like the brilliant flash of a cardinal's wing against the wintry gray Paris sky and the falling white snow.

Her long legs, clad in opaque black tights and pointy-toed red cowboy boots, earned a quick toot of the horn and an admiring second look from the driver of the Ferrari.

It was Christmas in Paris. Glittering semicircles of Christmas trees had replaced Rond Point's formal gardens, and garlands of lights had been strung up in the city's leafless trees, turning the Avenue Montaigne and the Champs-elysees into great white ways, reminding one and all that Paris was, after all, the City of Light.

But Alex's mind was not on the lights, or the joyful season. Her concerns were more personal. And far more urgent.

She was on her way to the atelier of Yves Debord to try again to win a coveted position with the French designer. And though she knew her chances of winning a position at the famed house of couture were on a par with catching moondust in her hand, even worse than failing would be to grow old and never have tried.

Emerging ten years ago as haute couture's enfant terrible, the designer had been immediately clutched to the decollete bosom of the nouveaux riches. Fashion celebrity oozed from the perfumed corners of his atelier, glinted off the windshield of his Lamborghini, glowed from the crystal chandeliers in his many homes.

Hostesses in Los Angeles, Dallas and New York fawned over him. He skied in the Alps with movie stars and was welcome at presidential dinner tables in Rome and Washington and Paris.

During Alex's student days in Los Angeles, the Fashion Institute had shown a documentary about the designer directed by Martin Scorsese entitled Pure Pow: The World of Debord. Enthralled, Alex had sat through all three showings.

She now paused outside the showroom to catch her breath. Adrenaline coursed through her veins at the sight of her idol's name written in gleaming silver script on the black glass.

"You can do it," she said, giving herself a brisk little pep talk. "The answer to all your dreams is just on the other side of this door. All you have to do is to reach out and grasp it."

She refused to dwell on the fact that after months of daily visits to the bureau de change to cash her dwindling supply of traveler's checks, she was almost out of funds.

Her night job, serving beer and wine at a Mont-parnasse nightclub, barely paid her rent. The hours, however, allowed her to search for work in the fashion houses during the day, and if sleep had become a rare, unknown thing, Alex considered that a small price to pay for a chance to fulfill a dream.

Throwing back her shoulders, Alex lifted herself up to her full height of five feet seven inches and then, with her usual bravado, entered the showroom. Behind her, the door clicked shut with the quiet authority of a Mercedes.

The front room, used to greet customers, was a vast sea of cool gray. Modern furniture wrapped in pewter fabric sat atop silvery gray carpet that melded into the gray silk-covered walls. Marie Helene, Yves Debord's sister and house of couture directress, was seated behind a jet lacquer table.

She was dressed in black wool jersey, her platinum hair parted in the center and pulled into a severe chignon at the nape of her swanlike neck.

When she recognized Alex, she frowned.

"I know," Alex said, holding up a gloved hand to forestall the director's complaint. She pushed back her hood, releasing a thick riot of red-gold hair.

"You've told me innumerable times in the past six months that there aren't any openings. And even if there were, you don't take Americans. But I thought, if you could only take a look at my work—" she held out her portfolio "—you might consider showing my designs to Monsieur Debord."

Alex's chin jutted out as she steeled herself for yet another cool rejection. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

To Alex's amazement, Marie Helene didn't immediately turn her away as she had all the other times. "Where did you say you studied?" she inquired in a voice as chilly as her looks.

"The Fashion Institute. In L.A."

"Los Angeles," the directress said with a sniff of disdain, as if Alex had just admitted to being an ax murderer. "You're very young," she observed, making Alex's youth sound like a fatal flaw. "When did you graduate?"

"Actually, I didn't. I felt the curriculum put too much emphasis on merchandising and too little on technique." It was the truth, so far as it went. "Besides, I was impatient, so I quit to go to work in New York."

She felt no need to volunteer that a more urgent reason for leaving school had been her mother's diagnosis of ovarian cancer.

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  • Posted April 21, 2013

    Good Read!

    JoAnn Ross always come through. Kept you guessing until almost the end. Always enjoy her books.

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