Inherited Deception — Gail MacMillan

Silver Fox's Promise...the name had a haunting romantic ring to it, and auburn-tressed Candace Taylor had pinned her hopes--and her finances--on finding happiness at the rugged logging camp in northern Canada. There was no turning back, for Candy had resigned from secretarial position in Chicago to assume management of her inheritance. Before his timing death, Uncle Jeb Taylor had urged her to come and share his rambling Victorian house in the timberlands--and to meet a man, one of his employees, whom he held in high regard.

Charming and sincere, Eric Brandon was all that Uncle Jeb had promised. The warmth of his smile set Candy's pulses racing, and almost enabled her to forget the disquieting words of Wally Johnson, the clerk at the tiny airport in the mining town of Ellis Lake. He had suggested that she go back home, had flatly stated that Jeb Taylor had been killed, the victim of an old Indian curse.

It was no easy, either, to forget Clint Williams, the laconic, raggedly bearded pilot who provided her transportation from Ellis Lake to the Promise. Wally Johnson had called him "Doctor," a title Williams quickly disclaimed. What was his sinister secret?

And what of the discordant group that shared her uncle's house at the Promise? Surely meek Larry Davis, the bookkeeper, and burly, friendly Jim Burton, to foreman, meant her no harm. She wished she were so sure of the lovely camp nurse, Nora Webster, who seemed to take vicious pleasure to revealing to Candy the deadly curse that shadowed the primeval beauty of Silver Fox's Promise.