Her love drew her into a savage struggle . . .
Lady Pamela was too forthright to harbor illicit designs on the intense, brooding master of Tremaire. She was paid to be a companion to the Countess St. Just – not to his lordship.
Still, sequestered in his secluded ancestral mansion, Pamela could no more deny the love that grew with each day than she could reason away the ominous sense of danger that chilled her. In the remote Cornwall country where the wind keened and violent storms raged, the terrifying fears of the Tremaire household seized her heart. One of them was marked for death.