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The Curse of Casa del Monte — Eleanor Elford Cameron
IT WAS HEAVEN-SCENTED HELL...
...this pink stone villa on the lip of the Pacific, this silken trap set by her sadistic ex-husband.
And like a damned fool mindless fly, Sidney Stevens had walked right into it.
In her blind flight from Harlan she'd rented this lonely little palace to dream a little in the sun - only to find herself in a state of siege.
Harlan had set her up, of course, and he was quite mad now.
And on the blue and gold morning she awoke and saw him through her bedroom window - the black-clad rider on a black stallion, a preying hawk on his wrist - Sidney knew he was there to strike her down, to kill....
There were flowers everywhere, oriental rugs underfoot, extravagant, expensive things to eat
There were tarantulas, snakes, poison in the food.
She was imprisoned in Paradise, and Harlan -- that genius at torture straight out of the Middle Ages -- had turned the key.
She'd fled from him, from that horror of a first marriage, and rented this perfect gem of a villa that must have been built by a man for someone he loved.
But somehow Harlan had gotten here first and turned Heaven into Hell with a hundred cruel traps.
She was alone in a screaming silence except for the ghost of the man who had built this lovely house.
Somehow only he could rescue her…
...this pink stone villa on the lip of the Pacific, this silken trap set by her sadistic ex-husband.
And like a damned fool mindless fly, Sidney Stevens had walked right into it.
In her blind flight from Harlan she'd rented this lonely little palace to dream a little in the sun - only to find herself in a state of siege.
Harlan had set her up, of course, and he was quite mad now.
And on the blue and gold morning she awoke and saw him through her bedroom window - the black-clad rider on a black stallion, a preying hawk on his wrist - Sidney knew he was there to strike her down, to kill....
There were flowers everywhere, oriental rugs underfoot, extravagant, expensive things to eat
There were tarantulas, snakes, poison in the food.
She was imprisoned in Paradise, and Harlan -- that genius at torture straight out of the Middle Ages -- had turned the key.
She'd fled from him, from that horror of a first marriage, and rented this perfect gem of a villa that must have been built by a man for someone he loved.
But somehow Harlan had gotten here first and turned Heaven into Hell with a hundred cruel traps.
She was alone in a screaming silence except for the ghost of the man who had built this lovely house.
Somehow only he could rescue her…
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