About This Book
He was a tall man in a wide, checked cloak, and when the swirling London mist could not hide his face, he slipped into the shadows. Someone had been following Julia Meredith night after night, someone whose footsteps rang on the fog-wet cobblestones when she walked, and stopped when she stopped. And so her guardians sent her to the country to stay with an old friend, Corinne Lyon, mistress of Lyon house. But even there, protected by fever-scarred Corinne and Edward, her handsome, erratic nephew, Julia still felt that unseen eyes were watching, waiting. And then the stranger moved into nearby Dower House, a tall man who owned a checked cloak, who knew more about Julia than he should. He and Edward disliked one another immediately, and Julia, confused by her attraction to both men, knew instinctively that one of them wanted to kill her. But which one, and why?
