Scandal Becomes Her
Chapter One
The nightmare came shrieking out of the depths of dreamless
sleep. One second Nell was lost in quiet slumber,
the next the nightmare had her in its taloned grip. Thrashing
amongst the covers of the bed, she fought to escape the ugly
images that were flashing through her brain, but it was useless-as
she knew from other terrible nights.
As had happened before, she was a helpless spectator to
the vicious acts that followed. The setting was the same: a dark
place that must have been in some half-forgotten dungeon
hidden away under the foundations of an ancient ancestral
home. The walls and floor were of massive, hand-hewn,
smoke-stained gray stones ... the wavering light from the
candles revealing instruments of torture from an earlier, more
savage age in England-instruments that he used when the
mood suited him.
The victim tonight, as in other times, was a woman,
young and comely and fearful. Her blue eyes were huge and
full of stark terror, terror that seemed to please her tormentor.
The candlelight always fell upon the faces of the women,
the man remaining in the shadows, his ... read full excerpt from: Scandal Becomes Her ebook
