A week ago, Susan Anderson had never laid eyes on handsome Stephen Branthwaite. And now she was his wife, the loving mother of his 6 year old son, and mistress of magnificent Whitehall mansion. It was a dream come true – until the nightmare began. For someone was trying to kill the child!
Suddenly the splendor of Whitehall turned black with terror. Had Susan given her heart to a killer? Would she meet the same macabre fate as the first Mrs. Branthwaite? Could she save her son from the clutches of evil when her own life had become a bonechilling race against death?
Three times a charm, so the saying goes, and in honour of tonight’s full moon, I thought I would continue the month’s doggy-themed gothics with this hauntingly illustrated Queen Size Gothic.
I’ve not read Hounds of the Moon as yet – but I’ve had a quick peak through the pages and like what I see so far.
Here’s how the book starts –
“Occasionally we are told, time has a way of shaking some of its shutters loose, and if we are alert and keen-sighted enough, we may catch a glimpse through the chinks of what lies ahead.”
I like this opening line enough to want to read on and the back blurb promises ‘READING FIT FOR A QUEEN’ so I guess I will be adding this to my ever-growing pile of gothics to get through!