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White Roses of Brambledene — Joyce C. Ware
"DRAW THE CURTAINS, MISS GRAYSON. SHE'S STILL HERE, YOU KNOW."
Yearning for a few days' respite from her work as assistant to an austere New York physician, delicate Violet Grayson accepted the invitation to a weekend houseparty at Brambledene. But even as her carriage rumbled up the long drive to the looming Tudor mansion high in the snowy Berkshires, Violet's heart grew cold with dread. Just two years ago, a similar weekend party had ended in the unexplained death of her dearest friend.
Despite the warm welcome of her old companions and the flattering attentions of a newcomer, darkly handsome architect Rafael Taliaferro, Violet's apprehension grew. Tension throbbed the air, and the housekeeper's whispered warnings of danger fueled Violet's mounting terror. A game of charades, a masked ball, a moonlight walk under a cold February sky - each time, some small accident befell Violet...and then was quickly explained away. And when the door of the dark conservatory locked behind her, Violet knew she was not alone...and that she was in deadly peril.
Yearning for a few days' respite from her work as assistant to an austere New York physician, delicate Violet Grayson accepted the invitation to a weekend houseparty at Brambledene. But even as her carriage rumbled up the long drive to the looming Tudor mansion high in the snowy Berkshires, Violet's heart grew cold with dread. Just two years ago, a similar weekend party had ended in the unexplained death of her dearest friend.
Despite the warm welcome of her old companions and the flattering attentions of a newcomer, darkly handsome architect Rafael Taliaferro, Violet's apprehension grew. Tension throbbed the air, and the housekeeper's whispered warnings of danger fueled Violet's mounting terror. A game of charades, a masked ball, a moonlight walk under a cold February sky - each time, some small accident befell Violet...and then was quickly explained away. And when the door of the dark conservatory locked behind her, Violet knew she was not alone...and that she was in deadly peril.
