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The Mists of Milwood — Monique Hara
The Milwood Hotel
It rose like a pale castle in the moonlight against a backdrop of bluffs and drifting steam. Owned by the powerful Hampton family, it had once been a fashionable resort where the wealthy came to 'take the waters.' Now it presided in brooding isilation over the wraith-like mists of the hot springs...
Accompanying her arthritic aunt aunt on her yearly visit to the magnificent hotel, young Joanna Forester wondered what tragedy had caused such a reversal in the Hampton fortunes. And what dark secrets lay behind the shifting ambitions, the uneasy alliances of the Hamptons themselves. But Joanna, spitited and forthright, could not foresee that she herself would prove a catalyst to long dormant passions. And that by surrendering to love, she would lose her chance to escape from the gathering dangers, the deadly embrace of The Mists of Milwood.
It rose like a pale castle in the moonlight against a backdrop of bluffs and drifting steam. Owned by the powerful Hampton family, it had once been a fashionable resort where the wealthy came to 'take the waters.' Now it presided in brooding isilation over the wraith-like mists of the hot springs...
Accompanying her arthritic aunt aunt on her yearly visit to the magnificent hotel, young Joanna Forester wondered what tragedy had caused such a reversal in the Hampton fortunes. And what dark secrets lay behind the shifting ambitions, the uneasy alliances of the Hamptons themselves. But Joanna, spitited and forthright, could not foresee that she herself would prove a catalyst to long dormant passions. And that by surrendering to love, she would lose her chance to escape from the gathering dangers, the deadly embrace of The Mists of Milwood.
