When American heiress Millicent Wright visits the eerie moors of Devonshire, her hunt for a titled British husband turns into a search for a cold-blooded killer. With her prospective husband not yet cold in the grave, Millicent delves into the secret lives of the inhabitants of the sleepy little village of Buckfastleigh. Murder suspects abound, from a spurned lover, a dour sister, and a disgruntled footman, to a retired colonel, a deranged grandmother, and a seemingly simple country doctor. The only one who appears to want to help is the handsome Detective Lockwood. But with the list of murder victims growing longer and her own life in danger, Millicent doesn’t know how far she can trust him. Someone or something certainly seems to want her out of the way. Does the infamous curse on the Longbourne brides extend to soon-to-be brides or is someone at Buckfast Hall playing a terrifying and deadly game?* * * That night I had the dream again. I walked in the moonlight across the ancient grounds of Buckfast Abbey, wandering alone among the crumbling ruins until I entered the shell of the roofless sanctuary. There rose the bell tower and the steep stone steps ascending into its dark regions. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Death waited within those unknowable shadows. I could feel it. I wanted to turn and run away but I didn’t. I had come here for a purpose and it wasn’t to run. And so, holding my lantern aloft to light the way, I began to climb ...***Length: 30,000 word novella