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Grenencourt — Iona Charles
A PAST SHE COULD NOT REMEMBER -- AND A PASSION SHE DARED NOT REVEAL
Someone or something had robbed her of all memory she knew only that her first name was Civility, that her reflection in the mirror showed a lovely young woman, and the she was called a guest, but was really a prisoner in the great and lonely estate of Grenencourt.
Why did the master of the manor, Lord Windom, want to keep her here, even though he clearly despised all women? Where was his wife who had disappeared so mysteriously, and what horror shadowed his little daughter? And above all, how could Civility resist the overwhelming passion that drew her to this man -- and toward a fate that would be more terrible than death…?
Someone or something had robbed her of all memory she knew only that her first name was Civility, that her reflection in the mirror showed a lovely young woman, and the she was called a guest, but was really a prisoner in the great and lonely estate of Grenencourt.
Why did the master of the manor, Lord Windom, want to keep her here, even though he clearly despised all women? Where was his wife who had disappeared so mysteriously, and what horror shadowed his little daughter? And above all, how could Civility resist the overwhelming passion that drew her to this man -- and toward a fate that would be more terrible than death…?