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Raneslough — Monica Heath
Madness and evil purused her within the grim castle on the cliffs . . .
Heritage Of Horror.
Her mother had given Quinn her beautiful looks and an interest in the O'Toole family history. Charles McCourtney had bequeathed his daughter the kind of stubborn courage that made Quinn board a plane to Ireland, determined to discover how her father's “accidental” death there had really happened.
But the O'Tooles were a strange clan, from handsome Rane, who was given to moodiness, dreams of ancient family glory, and turning up whatever Quinn was in danger; to beautiful cousin Aisling, who made it plain that she'd seen Rane first; and Galty, who alternated dire warnings with loving persuasion. None of them wanted their American relative to remain in Raneslough Castle, but Quinn would not be driven away. And seeking the truth about her father's death. Quinn became more and more deeply enmeshed in the evil secrets of the castle, till she found that there was no turning back. She had fallen under the terrifying spell of Raneslough, a spell from which no O'Toole could escape.
Heritage Of Horror.
Her mother had given Quinn her beautiful looks and an interest in the O'Toole family history. Charles McCourtney had bequeathed his daughter the kind of stubborn courage that made Quinn board a plane to Ireland, determined to discover how her father's “accidental” death there had really happened.
But the O'Tooles were a strange clan, from handsome Rane, who was given to moodiness, dreams of ancient family glory, and turning up whatever Quinn was in danger; to beautiful cousin Aisling, who made it plain that she'd seen Rane first; and Galty, who alternated dire warnings with loving persuasion. None of them wanted their American relative to remain in Raneslough Castle, but Quinn would not be driven away. And seeking the truth about her father's death. Quinn became more and more deeply enmeshed in the evil secrets of the castle, till she found that there was no turning back. She had fallen under the terrifying spell of Raneslough, a spell from which no O'Toole could escape.
