What is the secret that haunts the master of Blacktower? His hands were encased in black silk gloves, a lurid scar twisting the roughly hewn features of his face. his dark eyes blazed and his mocking laughter echoed to the highest tower of the ancient Scottish estate. Damaris Gordon knew she could never work for a cruel and bitter man-a tortured by disfigurement, disillusion and dark secrets of the past. Was he responsible for his wife's death? Or the injury that crippled his young daughter? Curiousity lured Damaris to the top of the tower in search of the truth. But lover sent her over the edge....
What is the secret that haunts the master of Blacktower? His hands were encased in black silk gloves, a lurid scar twisting the roughly hewn features of his face. his dark eyes blazed and his mocking laughter echoed to the highest tower of the ancient Scottish estate. Damaris Gordon knew she could never work for a cruel and bitter man-a tortured by disfigurement, disillusion and dark secrets of the past. Was he responsible for his wife's death? Or the injury that crippled his young daughter? Curiousity lured Damaris to the top of the tower in search of the truth. But lover sent her over the edge....