What lay behind the mask of love?... Jenny knew that the man who had swept her off her feet in a whirlwind courtship was one of the world's great actors. She thought then that his tremendous talent was just one more reason to adore Richard Morgan, along with his strength, his tenderness, his passion.
But now, how could she fully trust the words that thrilled her, the caresses that stirred her? How could she be sure that Richard Morgan was not merely playing a part, magnificently as always, in a macabre masterpiece of make-believe?
Could she escape the role of victim in a drama of desire and deceit that seemed scripted by the Devil himself?