The Tsarina's Legacy: A Novel

The Tsarina's Legacy: A Novel

Jennifer Laam

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 1250068797

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Tsarina's Legacy: A Novel

Jennifer Laam

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 1250068797

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Then...Grigory "Grisha" Potemkin has had a successful long association with the powerful Empress Catherine of Russia. But Catherine and Grisha are older now and face new threats, both from powers outside of Russia and from those close to them. Haunted by the horrors of his campaign against the Muslim Turks, Grisha hopes to construct a mosque in the heart of the empire. Unfortunately, Catherine's much younger new lover, the ambitious Platon Zubov, stands in his way. Grisha determines that to preserve Catherine's legacy he must save her from Zubov's dangerous influence and win back her heart.

Now...When she learns she is the lost heiress to the Romanov throne, Veronica Herrera's life turns upside down. Dmitry Potemkin, one of Grisha's descendants, invites Veronica to Russia to accept a ceremonial position as Russia's new tsarina. Seeking purpose, Veronica agrees to act as an advocate to free a Russian artist sentenced to prison for displaying paintings critical of the church and government. Veronica is both celebrated and chastised. As her political role comes under fire, Veronica is forced to decide between the glamorous perks of European royalty and staying true to herself.

In Jennifer Laam's The Tsarina's Legacy, unexpected connections between Grisha and Veronica are revealed as they struggle to make peace with the ghosts of their past and help secure a better future for themselves and the country they both love.

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or had any questions, she kept that to herself. She said nothing more. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out,” Irina said briskly, checking the gate information. “But really I wish Americans would learn they are not the policemen of the world.” Once she was satisfied with the information on the boarding passes, she placed them in her purse, saying, “I’ll just hold on to these for now.” She began to remove her coat and Veronica’s shoulders tensed. She had hoped Irina would leave once they had their

away from the palace at Peterhof and across the Gulf of Finland a century earlier. Not a story, she reminded herself. My history. “I only thought it would be good for you to have someone around who understands visas and passports and immigration law,” Abuela said. “And Michael was more than happy to come and keep you company. Be nice to him.” “I am being nice to him. Why wouldn’t I be nice to him?” “One more thing.” Abuela hesitated. Veronica heard the television blaring in the background.

to cross himself and fiddle with his cravat at the same time. “Such a tragedy.” “Some would argue otherwise,” Grisha muttered. “What was that, Prince?” Paul said. “I’m sorry, but you see I am accustomed to my soldiers answering in full voices like good honest men.” Grisha waved a card in front of his face to get some air, wondering how he might best ask the empress to open a window without worrying her. “I understand you take a whip to your men when they displease you,” he told Paul. “You

leather and vellum. No doubt Vladimir merely felt out of sorts over some nonsense or other. Perhaps a stray sister from the nearby convent had flirted with a kitchen boy, or possibly Vladimir simply required assistance in dealing with a cat with a lame paw. “Grigory Alexandrovich, you have another visitor. She appears of a high rank.” Grisha had received a guest only yesterday and wasn’t yet in the mood for another, no matter her rank. He shook his head, beard tickling his neck. “After my

stood by the door, frowning at the other boy. Grisha was so happy to see Anton he could have fallen into his arms. Instead, he settled for a quick click of his heels and a little military salute. Now his thoughts raced with more he could have said to Catherine, words he could not manage in her presence. But he was so tired he did not know if he could take his quill to vellum. “Do you have time for a letter? I have a few words to commit to paper tonight.” “I can manage it, Your Highness.”

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