Castle for the Left Hand
She came to a place where her name was hated, her life threatened, her heart torn in two…

TRAINRIDE INTO TERROR…

The train that brought pretty young American Holly Maxwell from London to Scotland plunged her into a strange and unknown world. Her destination was an ancient castle that seemed to have emerged intact from the dark depths of the past. Awaiting her was a future shadowed by mystery and menace.

Why had she been chosen to take care of Lord Douglas's motherless little boy -- when the name of Maxwell was detested by every Douglas? Was it because of her uncanny likeness to the dead woman in a portrait worshipped by father and son alike? Was it to fulfill a vow of vengeance made centuries ago? Or was it all a terrible mistake -- a mistake that could be erased only by an act of savage violence?

Perplexed by an impossible love, paralyzed by growing fear, and stalked by a faceless foe, Holly had to unearth the truth -- or die trying…


Entombed!

Holly knew she should not be here -- deep beneath Lairdrock. She had been told that only a small part of the vast stone castle was occupied -- and that all the rest was not to be entered.

As she moved through the underground labyrinth, she saw that this part of the castle, too, was occupied. The stone faces of burial vaults passed like a ghostly parade before her eyes as she moved cautiously forward.

Finally she reached the end of the passageway -- and stared with horror at the empty vault waiting to be filled. Then, without warning, the lights flashed off. And even as she screamed, she knew there was no one to hear, no one to help.

Holly had followed a treacherous lure from the sunlit world of the living to this place of eternal darkness and death -- and now the trap had been sprung and the ultimate in horror had begun…
