Aristide Pompasse is dead. But the evil in the great artist's soul still haunts the vineyards and lurks in the corners of his Tuscan villa. Known as much for his fabulous portraits as his penchant for young mistresses, Pompasse had not let anyone go until Charlie, his young wife, had managed to escape. Now Charlie is back, to lay old ghosts to rest, to find the answers to who she was, to make peace with her past and her future. And there is no room in that peaceful future for a dangerous man like Connor Maguire. Maguire knows what he wants. He is about to break the biggest story of his life, Pompasse's murder, and damn anyone who gets in his way. So why can't he keep his eyes and his hands off the old man's widow? In the old house, where murder is a whisper away, and desire a dance in the moonlight, nothing is quite as it seems.
©2001 Anne Stuart
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