About This Book
For young Nurse Dru Cameron, the first sight of the estate that might someday be hers was a frightening one. A huddle of denuded trees, bone-whitened by years of sun and rain. On the trunks faces had been carved -- scowling, grinning, leering faces -- with trailing vines like unkempt hair half concealing them. And the sight was an omen, forecasting the evil that hung over the house where she was to spend a summer in curious rivalry with her beautiful cousin and co-heiress, Hallie.
Whose was the voice that moaned in the night? Who contrived the accidents that threatened Dru's life? Was it betrayal, that kisses of Hallie's fiance were sweet on Dru's lips? A pulse-tingling Gothic romance by a master in the art of suspense!
Whose was the voice that moaned in the night? Who contrived the accidents that threatened Dru's life? Was it betrayal, that kisses of Hallie's fiance were sweet on Dru's lips? A pulse-tingling Gothic romance by a master in the art of suspense!