Falconlough — Monica Heath

Cassandra had been brought to Falconlough to be the brooding young masters secretary. But as soon as she arrived, she could see the fear on each frozen face of the household employees. An unknown horror lurked within Falconloughs walls, and all too soon, Cassandra realized that she was to play a strange and frightening role that of a woman to whom she bore a striking resemblance, a woman dishonored and dead. And as danger closed in on her, Cassandra realized that she could not leave. The secret of the doom that haunted the O'Neills was inescapably entwined with the secrets of her own shrouded past.

"Shana!"

The name reverberated through the empty Irish chapel. Cassandra Magee whirled to face the man who loomed up so suddenly out of the darkness, He gripped her arm with a talon clasp, she stared into his eyes -- into the fires of a thousand hells. The stranger lowered his dark, tormented face to hers, "Shana." he whispered. She drew back...in fear.