The Whispering Well — Mary Mackie

Hazed by golden light, a man rode out of the misty dawn, a smiling stranger who enchanted Penny with the legend of the Whispering Well and unspoken promises of romance. It was such an innocent encounter that she never guessed how soon she would come back to the well with her dreams in ruins and secrets lying across the future like black pits. What secret could the well possibly hold? Something that Ros knew, that Daniel had known. And Alan? Did he know, or guess? Something that involved death on a bright morning a and prowlings at dead of night. Penny wanted nothing to do with it. But unless she wanted to bring harm to the people she loved, she didn't have much choice.