Evelyn Stewart Armstrong

New York Times bestselling author Tess Gerritsen knows how to expertly dissect a brilliantly suspenseful story, all the while keeping fascinated readers riveted to her side. By turns darkly enthralling and relentlessly surprising, The Keepsake showcases an author at the peak of her storytelling powers. For untold years, the perfectly preserved mummy had lain forgotten in the dusty basement of Boston's Crispin Museum. Now its sudden rediscovery by museum staff is both a major coup and an attention-grabbing mystery. Dubbed "Madam X," the mummy--to all appearances, an ancient Egyptian artifact--seems a ghoulish godsend for the financially struggling institution. But medical examiner Maura Isles soon discovers a macabre message hidden within the corpse--horrifying proof that this "centuries-old" relic is instead a modern-day murder victim.To Maura and Boston homicide detective Jane Rizzoli, the forensic evidence is unmistakable, its implications terrifying. And when the grisly remains of yet another woman are found in the hidden recesses of the museum, it becomes chillingly clear that a maniac is at large--and is now taunting them.Archaeologist Josephine Pulcillo's blood runs cold when the killer's cryptic missives are discovered, and her darkest dread becomes real when the carefully preserved corpse of yet a third victim is left in her car like a gruesome offering--or perhaps a ghastly promise of what's to come.The twisted killer's familiarity with post-mortem rituals suggests to Maura and Jane that he may have scientific expertise in common with Josephine. Only Josephine knows that her stalker shares a knowledge even more personally terrifying: details of a dark secret she had thought forever buried.Now Maura must summon her own dusty knowledge of ancient death traditions to unravel his twisted endgame. And when Josephine vanishes, Maura and Jane have precious little time to derail the Archaeology Killer before he adds another chilling piece to his monstrous collection.From the Hardcover edition.

"THEY SAY HE EVEN SHOOTS HIS OWN MEN IF HE FEELS LIKE IT! AND AS FOR HIS REPUTATION WITH WOMEN, NO ONE'S SAFE WITH HIM!" Despite the warning, lovely Elena Moural did not fear General Gregor Marint, mysterious hero of the revolution that had shattered her aristocratic world. Her concern was Valdoro, the magnificent estancia of which she was - by noble birth and passionate roots - rightful mistress. Marint had the power to take Valdoro from her. Torn apart by unlikely enemies - one was Elena's own mother - the beautiful hidalga and the dazzling general were bound together by a love so strong it defied disgrace for her, death for him. Yet because of the cultural chasm between them, they could not speak their feelings. In their silence lay the fate of Valdoro - and their own destinies.

An aircraft forced down at a Russian base twenty-five years ago. A diplomat in the romantic Vienna of today. A young woman whose life was changed by a story in a shabby green exercise book. These form the background to a love story of spellbinding power and unforgettable poignancy. The story of a love enduring over two generations. A brief encounter that became ‘A Winter Love’.

Marta, the promised bride of rich and noble Don Miguel Moural, knew nothing of what awaited her in South America when she left Spain in 1803 to join him. The marriage was a business arrangement, and she intended to honour her part of the bargain, to help him establish a home on his great estancia of Valdoro and to provide him with an heir. But unused to a society where life held intrigue, violence and passion it was fortunate that Marta was spirited and adventurous.

'Warlock's Wench' - the whispers were everywhere, accusing Gentian Summerlee of witchcraft, after the death of her father, a skilled herbalist and scholar. Near death herself, she finds shelter in a bakery and knows she must accept a menial position in order to survive. Fighting to retain her pride in her battle for respectability and security, Gentian has to abandon her dreams of the dashing Captain Charles Claverton - or should she risk all her hard-won independence in a last desperate bid for love?

“Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to Hell! I am Madam Satan.” The gentlemen in the ante room had no idea who the mysterious woman was, but for Katharine Walcotte it had all started several years before. It all stemmed from her belief that a woman should have some say in her marriage, and her determination not to be what she didn't want to be. Katharine had resolved to use her wits to make her own way in the Georgian society which had no place for a woman with a will of her own.