Legacy of Lies
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.
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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.
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To Jay,
who gives my life meaning
Dear Reader,
During a time when Jackie Collins was dishing about Hollywood wives, and readers worldwide had fallen in love with Princess Daisy, I was writing hardcover glitz novels featuring spunky heroines with glamorous careers who traveled in the world of the ultra-rich, where they’d fall in love with scrumptious, complex men, battle evil and decadence, and in the end, finally receive the happy ending they so deserved.
I was thrilled when Legacy of Lies was chosen to be one of the launch novels for Harlequin MIRA and am delighted that they’ve chosen to reprint Alexandra Lyon’s story. I hope you’ll enjoy traveling with Alex first to Paris, then Hollywood, as she encounters passion, obsession and betrayal on her personal journey to discover the truth behind a legacy of lies.
Happy reading!
JoAnn Ross
Contents
Prologue
Santa Barbara, California
April 1958
It rained the day Eleanor Lord buried her only son. A cold wind, bringing with it memories of a winter just past, blew in from the whitecapped gray sea. Not that the inclement weather kept anyone away; it appeared that the entire town of Santa Barbara had turned out. Rows of black umbrellas arced over the grassy knoll like mushrooms.
Nothing like a scandal to draw a crowd, Eleanor thought. After all, it wasn’t every day that the scion of America’s largest department store family and his wife were murdered.
If a double homicide wasn’t enough to set tongues wagging, the fact that the victims were two of the town’s leading citizens added grist to the gossip mill. Then there was Anna....
Eleanor’s heart clenched at the thought of her missing two-year-old granddaughter. A sob escaped her tightly set lips.
“Are you all right?” Dr. Averill Brandford asked with concern. He was holding an umbrella over her head; his free arm tightened around her shoulders.
“Of course I’m not all right!” she snapped, displaying a spark of her usual fire. “My son and his wife are about to be put in the ground and my granddaughter has vanished from the face of the earth. How would you feel under similar circumstances?”
“Like hell,” he answered gruffly. “Don’t forget, Robert was my best friend. And Anna’s my goddaughter.”
Averill Brandford and Robert Lord had grown up together. Clad in rainwear and shiny black boots and armed with shovels, rakes and buckets, they’d dug for clams in the coastal tidelands. Robert had been the pitcher of the Montecito High School baseball team; Averill had been the catcher. Together they’d led the team to three district championships in four years. Inseparable, they’d gone on to USC, pledged the same fraternity and only parted four years later when Robert went east to Harvard Law School and Averill to medical school, making his father, the Lords’ head gardener, extremely proud.
