Whispers of the Moor

“Thornhaven Hall crumbles on the Yorkshire moors like a monument to everything grief refuses to release. You arrive as companion to the elderly Lady Thornhaven, but it is her grandson Dorian — scarred, volatile, magnificent in his fury — who commands every room he enters and every thought you cannot silence. The village whispers that he murdered his first wife, and his eyes, burning with something that is neither guilt nor innocence, whisper something else entirely. On the moors where the wind never stops and the heather blooms the color of bruises, a raw and passionate love is taking root in the most hostile ground imaginable.”