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Shadows of Blackbriar Hall — F. Jacqueline Hallquist
A WOMAN SEDUCED BY A LOVER'S SECRETS...AND HAUNTED BY THE VOICE OF FEAR...
WHAT DID LIZBETH REALLY KNOW ABOUT THE MAN SHE MARRIED? WHAT SECRETS DID HE HIDE IN HIS SOUL?
Unlucky in love, Lizbeth Roberts was surprised by an unexpected proposal of marriage. The dashing Robin Halversham was everything she ever wanted in a man. Tender. Romantic. A truth gentleman. In a whirlwind of passion, they were married...
Then the honeymoon ended.
Settling down in Robin's ancestral home, Lizbeth sensed a terrible darkness lurking in the shadows. Blackbriar Hall, it seemed, held many secrets...of madness and murder. And soon her new husband was changing...becoming a threatening stranger to Lizbeth. But worst of all were the whispers that echoed in the night. Rustling voices seeped from the walls themselves...
Voices that knew her name, her desires, and her deepest terrors.
THE ANCIENT WALLS HELD A SINISTER SECRET...
"This is the oldest part of Blackbriar Hall. It dates back to the fourteenth century..."
As Robin talked, I turned slowly about, trying to see into all the dark corners. And suddenly I thought I heard Robin whisper my name, softly, caressingly. I turned eagerly, took a step toward him. "Yes, Robin?"
He looked at me blankly.
I heard it again, a far-off silken rustle of sound. "It must be the mice," I said dully.
"Mice?" Robin gave me a strange look.
"In the walls...didn't you hear them?"
He watched me narrowly. "It's your imagination, Beth. You do have a rather active imagination. I think you should go upstairs no and rest while, my dear. Try to pull yourself together."
I put my hands over my mouth and stared at him. I felt as if the man I married, the man I loved so unreservedly, was a complete stranger...
WHAT DID LIZBETH REALLY KNOW ABOUT THE MAN SHE MARRIED? WHAT SECRETS DID HE HIDE IN HIS SOUL?
Unlucky in love, Lizbeth Roberts was surprised by an unexpected proposal of marriage. The dashing Robin Halversham was everything she ever wanted in a man. Tender. Romantic. A truth gentleman. In a whirlwind of passion, they were married...
Then the honeymoon ended.
Settling down in Robin's ancestral home, Lizbeth sensed a terrible darkness lurking in the shadows. Blackbriar Hall, it seemed, held many secrets...of madness and murder. And soon her new husband was changing...becoming a threatening stranger to Lizbeth. But worst of all were the whispers that echoed in the night. Rustling voices seeped from the walls themselves...
Voices that knew her name, her desires, and her deepest terrors.
THE ANCIENT WALLS HELD A SINISTER SECRET...
"This is the oldest part of Blackbriar Hall. It dates back to the fourteenth century..."
As Robin talked, I turned slowly about, trying to see into all the dark corners. And suddenly I thought I heard Robin whisper my name, softly, caressingly. I turned eagerly, took a step toward him. "Yes, Robin?"
He looked at me blankly.
I heard it again, a far-off silken rustle of sound. "It must be the mice," I said dully.
"Mice?" Robin gave me a strange look.
"In the walls...didn't you hear them?"
He watched me narrowly. "It's your imagination, Beth. You do have a rather active imagination. I think you should go upstairs no and rest while, my dear. Try to pull yourself together."
I put my hands over my mouth and stared at him. I felt as if the man I married, the man I loved so unreservedly, was a complete stranger...
