He is a handsome English aristocrat, sprawled in the dunes, dying of thirst. She is a white-skinned savage, fleeing the aborigine tribe that found her and raised her but still shunned the fiery-haired outcast.Suddenly, Meg is about to escape her primitive life as Luke introduces her to the strange ways of Victorian England. In a search filled with adventure and excitement that spans three continents, Meg uncovers the clues to her true identity and realizes someone is trying to kill her. But the mysteries and secrets of the aborigines still pulse through the Victorian young lady, enabling Meg to triumph in the final desperate battle for survival and claim the only man she will ever love.

    First, a soft tapping, then shadowy figures, then a silvered mirror splintering with blinding light. Mariel would wake up sobbing in terror. She knew the dream was a warning--the same warning her mother had whispered: don't go back, never go back. But her mother was dead now, and San Francisco beckoned to her, a city glistening with the promise of a new beginnings...She gladly accepted a position as personal secretary to wealthy Mrs. Collier. Then she began to fall in love--unwillingly, inexorably--with the very man she suspected her mother had feared. As the golden city became a place shrouded in fog and shadows, Mariel realized the secrets of the past could yet destroy her. And it was her dream that held the key to either happiness or horror...if only she could find it before she was trapped in love's illusion--caught in a deadly CRYSTAL WEB...

    But Arabella was dead, and she, Caroline, was alone and destitute. And the wealthy Hawkesworths would never know the difference... As it turned out, there was one Hawkesworth who had met her before: cold and sardonic Ross. But if he remembered her, he didn't not reveal it by so much as a flicker of his dark gaze. Or perhaps he had too many secrets of his own to worry about hers. For, as Caroline would soon discover, the tragedies of the past cast a dark and deadly shadow over Heath Hallows. And as the wild bleakness of the Yorkshire moors drove a chill into her heart, and the crumbling walls seemed to whisper of evil, Caroline Whitwood began to sense that someone did not want her there. Someone who watched while she took her solitary walks and waited for her in the shadows. Watching and waiting for the chance to keep her away-forever-from the secrets of Heath Hallows.