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The Ides of November — Florence Stevenson
THE HOUSE WAS HAUNTED BY HORROR AND HEARTBREAK
The decrepit, old mansion by the sea belonged to lovely, young Verity Valcourt, a final meager gift from the father who had deserted her years before. Or did it? Elsa Grant, the aging movie star who had been Justin Valcourt's mistress for far longer than anyone cared to remember, felt that the house was hers and that Verity had no choice but to sellit to her immediately. And everyone seemed to be on Elsa's side - the lawyer, the crazy menage of characters who lived in the mansion, Elsa's mysterious son, and even handsome Martin Rutledge, who had stolen Verity's heart and promised her his love. Martin was urging her to sell the house and go back to New York! Why was everyone trying to drive her away? Why had she suddenly become the target of near-fatal accidents?
Why were they all against her? Doubting even her love, Verity found herself in a nightmare of terror, fleeing into a maze of evil from which she might not escape....
The decrepit, old mansion by the sea belonged to lovely, young Verity Valcourt, a final meager gift from the father who had deserted her years before. Or did it? Elsa Grant, the aging movie star who had been Justin Valcourt's mistress for far longer than anyone cared to remember, felt that the house was hers and that Verity had no choice but to sellit to her immediately. And everyone seemed to be on Elsa's side - the lawyer, the crazy menage of characters who lived in the mansion, Elsa's mysterious son, and even handsome Martin Rutledge, who had stolen Verity's heart and promised her his love. Martin was urging her to sell the house and go back to New York! Why was everyone trying to drive her away? Why had she suddenly become the target of near-fatal accidents?
Why were they all against her? Doubting even her love, Verity found herself in a nightmare of terror, fleeing into a maze of evil from which she might not escape....