Seduction and murder.

Adam Traywick may be capable of both.

In this celebrated gothic romance, will Miranda be the next victim of Barrett's Hill?

When her father's will sends strong-willed, irreverent Miranda to the New England estate of nearby Barrett's Hill to live under the guardianship of her elder cousin-the sour Reverend Smathers-and his scheming family, trouble quickly brews.

Two decades earlier a murder took place on Barrett's Hill, and the suspects are few. Miranda's spirited investigation raises the fear of public scandal among her hypocritical relatives-the Reverend's alcoholic wife and viciously manipulative daughter-especially since the suspects are the Reverend, his toadying assistant Fathimore, Miranda's own father, and the darkly irresistible Adam Traywick.

Adam turns his masterful charms on Miranda, and she falls in love. Yet as it becomes clear she's provoked the killer's survival instincts, with herself his target, she can't help wondering if Adam is seducing her or planning her murder.

I've been writing since the dawn of time. A child prodigy, I made my first professional sale to Jack and Jill Magazine at the age of 7, for which I received $25 (admittedly my father worked for the publisher). Since then I've written gothics, regencies, romantic suspense, historical romance, series romance -- anything with sex and violence, love and redemption. I misbehave frequently, but somehow have managed to amass lots of glittering prizes, like NYT, PW and USA Today bestseller status, Lifetime Achievement Award from the Romance Writers of America, and a decent smattering of Romantic times and RITA awards.
I live on a lake in Northern Vermont with my incredibly fabulous husband. My two children have flown the coop, but our two rescue cats do their best to keep us from being lonely.
In my spare time I quilt and play around with wearable art, and the rest of the time I write write write. Apparently women of a certain age get a rush of creativity, and I'm currently enjoying it. Too many stories to write, not enough hours in the day.