Julia V. (gardenlady5562) reviewed on 12/28/2005 + 183 more book reviews

It was her face. It had to be. But it looked as unfamiliar as this mornings headlines, as frightening in its strangeness as the bogey man who'd haunted her childhood dreams. His name was Nicholas Steele, and it seemed likely he was her husband. Though his touch was unfamiliar, she was helpless to escape his power to stir her passion. She might indeed be Deborah, a woman who had taken her husbands love and twisted it into something foul and frightening. That would be bad enough. Because if she wasn't Deborah, then Nicholas had murdered his wife, and she was in love with a man with blood on his hands.

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