Storm's End — Rebecca James

“You are Constance Avery Britton…”

That is what they all told her -- and she had to believe them. She really had no choice. Someone or something had stripped her memory from her, leaving her helpless as a newborn child, and as terrified as a woman could be.

Now they were taking her home…home to the great and lonely mansion of Storm's End, where nothing was quite what it seemed…home to the husband who claimed her love but who was a stranger to her…home to a labyrinth of mystery that she feared to explore lest her fragile hold on sanity be ripped away…home to the ultimate horror a human being could know.

And there was no one to guide her and no way to escape…