Bestselling author Elizabeth Thornton triumphs with this thrilling blend of sensuous historical romance and heart-stopping suspense.
For three years she’s been a mystery even to herself—a young woman who awoke in a London convent bereft of her memory. But now Jessica Hayword knows her name, her birthplace, and one other thing: By some terrifying twist of fate, she has the power to read another’s thoughts—the thoughts of a man who has killed and will kill again.
Convinced that she must unmask the murderer before it’s too late, Jessica goes home to Hawkshill Manor—and discovers that no one is happy about her return, especially the dangerously handsome earl Lucas Wilde. What kind of girl was she, Jessica wonders, to have earned such scorn? And whose murder is it that continues to haunt her? The deeper Jessica digs, the more scandalous details are revealed. Yet even as the clues point to Lucas as the killer, Jessica can’t keep herself away from his embrace. And now all she can do is pray that the man she’s falling in love with isn’t the man whose deadly voice she hears in her dreams.
Thornton (The Bride's Bodyguard) crams her latest Regency historical novel with every possible device: amnesia, murder, ESP, and not one romance, but two. The amnesiac novice Sister Martha has been in a convent for three years when she is finally recognized as Jessica Hayward. She's had suspicions about her past life, most vividly through her mysterious Voice, but on returning home she finds herself groping to understand an extremely complicated and possibly deadly past that includes jealousy, murder, and the steadfast love of Lucas Wilde, Lord Dundas. The narrative overcrowding, Jess's psychic deus ex machina, and an extremely sluggish climax all clot the book, although there are some high points--Jess's anxiety over the prospect of her own unremembered transgressions, as well as the secondary romance between Lucas's mother and an old flame. The biggest problem, though, is that Lucas fell in love with Jess before the book starts, which unfortunately deprives the reader of the satisfaction of the full evolution of love.