Book Review: Legacy of Secrets

Legacy of Secrets by Sara Mitchell – Love Inspired Historical #5 – Apr 08

This suspense book is set in 1889 Virginia. What does a wealthy young woman do when she finds herself penniless and alone in the world? Neala Shaw applies for residency in a special school for women who’ve ‘lost all family connections’. The school is located in the Blue Ridge Mountains and is a run by a wealthy woman on her family estate. Neala enjoys the freedom of exploring the huge estate until one day when someone takes a shot at her.

Grayson Faulkner, detective and bounty hunter, is the nephew of the lady who owns the school Neala attends. In fact, he’s in the forest when she’s first shot at and she thinks he’s the one doing the shooting.

When a near-fatal accident injures her friend, Neala wonders if she was supposed to be the recipient. Guessing someone might be after her for some reason and not willing to risk hurting her friends to find out for sure, Neala leaves the school. She finds refuge at a resort run by an old family friend – until her stalker finds her there and her history starts to unravel.

Knowing that Grayson is a detective, his aunt sends him after Neala – for protection as well as to find out why someone would want to kill her. After all, she doesn’t have anything of value worth stealing. Or does she?

Heat Level: Affectionate (kissing and hand holding but nothing more)

My Rating: Great! – 4 ½ stars (a keeper)

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2008 Harlequin 100,000 Book Challenge:

Total books Read: 81 Harlequin Imprint: 76 Others: 4
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