It is the story of a spirited young woman of eighteen who has left an unhappy, uncertain past in England and made a new life for herself as a trapeze artist in a small touring circus...But that forgotten past will stumble upon her one day, beside a stream in Hungary, where the circus has pitched its tents for a time. It will come in the form of a mysterious young man-handsome, appealing, yet curiously remote-whose appearance is the beginning of a strange, dangerous intrigue that involves deception, romance, disappearance and, in the end, the revelations of a family's darkest secrets.

    She had heard it was haunted. Now with her own eyes she had seen it was true. The Macabre circle of small foxes ringing the dancer in the secret garden, the mysterious robed woman with a fox’s face. Had Saranna realy seen them? Or had she dreamed it? Saranna had gone to Tiensin under protest. Her spoiled young niece, Honora, had forced her to become a governess to her stepdaughter, Damaris. Never had Saranna encountered anyone as thoroughly evil as Honora. She was beautiful, and she could pull the wool over any man’s eyes. But she could not deceive Saranna. Or Damaris, whom she was planning to cheat out of a huge inheritance. Even the handsome and trustworthy Gerrad Fowkes seemed to be taken with the deceitful young stepmother. Saranna knew now that the future held great danger for her and Damaris. She needed desperately to talk to someone. But there was no one. Except Gerrad Fowkes. Or was he too enamored of Honora to believe Saranna?

    She had wild black hair and topaz-coloured eyes, and a power over men which she scarcely understood. When she left her home in Welsh mountains for the prospect of gold and a silken gown in London, one man said that she was of those who carry their fate in their eyes. Before long another saw beneath her sweetness something cold, some capacity for evil-though she was not evil herself. Yet she loved Sir Harry Falcon, and he loved her more than he did his gentle wife, and he took her home with him to Kent. But with Margred's coming to Kingsmead an evil seed was sown that would affect many generations of the Falcon family.

     She soon discovers that both her sister and her new husband have tragically perished in a fire which destroyed their home. Alone in the bleak Norfolk brecklands, Deborah is at first forced to accept hospitality from the handsome yet forbidding widower, Sir Randall Gaunt. Yet even when Deborah later stumbles upon the warm companionship of Lord Stannard, the charming young aristocrat wooing her with such passionate urgency, the strange events that follow cause her feelings of uneasiness to grow. And then, before long Deborah becomes inextricably involved in a nightmare of unimaginable evil…

    Only here would Adria find haven, safety from the Puritans ready to burn her as a witch. She opened the great door to shelter and life, and looked upon death. Wyndspelle's mistress lay upon a candlelit bier, cold and still. Adria could remain here, if she consented to become the new wife of the blind man with the scarred face and soul, the master of Wyndspelle.

    Here is the spellbinding tale of a lovely young woman pursued by a proud family's shameful past...from a Cornwall mansion to the fabled Crystal Palace in London to glittering Venice...and coming ever closer to the terrible menace of her Dark Inheritance.

    Gary Mistral's quick action saved them both from a fiery death, and Nadine felt her heart stirring with more than gratitude to the handsome young author.She had come to the island for a pleasant visit with her old college friend Diane Colbert, the owner of Glencoe. But the once-vivacious Diane had become a frightened prisoner in her castle home. The victim of many near-fatal accidents, Diane was too petrified with terror to escape the island. And when Nadine tried to help her, she also became a quarry of the evil which possessed Diane's ancestral home. Gary had rescued her once, but could even he keep Nadine safe from the doom which threatened to claim her...?

    He had wanted to explore it before his lawyers arrived.And he had done so.Everything seemed in order - until he came to the last bedroom. A guest bedroom. A light was burning. And the guest, whoever she was, was still lying in bed with the sheet drawn up to her chin. It took him a few moments to realize she was dead. And a few more to realize that she had been murdered.

    Lady Margarita is struck with amnesia.

    Is that why the superstitious townspeople of Hessian's Cove recoiled from her when young and attractive Lilith Crane came to the sleepy fishing village located in the pine barrens of South Jersey? She didn't want trouble - all she wanted was to recuperate from the ghastly accident that took the lives of her parents and nearly blinded her, leaving her with an artificial cornea that allowed her to see strange ultraviolet visions.But Lilith had another mission that forced her to stay int he town: she had to find her real mother. Somewhere in her remote memory she remembered an earlier life, a life before the one she spent with her adoptive parents. But Hessian's Cove was an unlikely place to be reborn. Rife with madness, violence and Satanism, it was cut off from the rest of the world, more of a coven that a cove. Lilith had escaped death once . . . would she now be able to escape the . . . Devil in the Pines

    When Antonia inherits the famous scandal-ridden Standish brownstone in Brooklyn Heights and moves in with her 13-year-old son, they are victims of strange, nearly fatal occurrences. Also, her ex-husband comes out of the woodwork and blackmails her.

    Then years ago the handsome Philippe had been willing to give up everything for Margaret Walters, and she had humiliated him by running off with another man.Now destiny had drawn them together again, drawn them to a dank, brooding castle on the English coast to work in the household of a callous army Colonel and his two strange daughters; a castle bordered by a treacherous beach of deadly sands. The ex-lovers had no choice but to bear each other's presence -- until fate swept them into a nightmare of madness and terror that joined them with the most sinister passion of all...

    She only knew that at Brackenroyd Hall she was a plaything of powers beyond her understand or control. Her body and soul had become part of a pattern of violence and vengeance woven over the centuries, which was now about to make itself finally and fearfully clear...

    In every house are people who have been terrified by the most brutal murder ever to occur in the area. Not only has this murder of well-known young woman shocked and repulsed them; it has also raised their deepest suspicions and fears for the safety of their own lives. For the murder had been the handiwork of more than one person, in fact of a group. A group of witches.Tansy Tremayne, coming to live with her aunt's family on their estate, arrived at the dreadful moment of the murder itself--indeed, witnessed a part of the ritual. Witnessed and was witnessed--by one of the participants.He was wrapped in witch's robe, the thin, diabolical music of the flute playing around him.He was someone Tansy would recognize...

    A servant at Mallion Castle. But proud and headstrong, all the same. Benedict Trevallion, the enigmatic master of Mallion, owed her father a debt of gratitude. Which is why he brought her to the castle. At least that is what he said.But why did he marry her? A chit of a girl - companion to his mother. Why, he had never even kissed her! Now suddenly she was his wife. But in name only. Benedict lived in solitary secrecy in other rooms of the castle.Something was going on. Something terrible and terrifying.Joanna was afraid. What kind of man was Benedict? And most of all, what were his plans for her?