Without them seeing, he quickly wrote a note, scribbling as much as he could remember from the blabbering behemoth in the black suit. It was a long shot, but he had to at least try and leave breadcrumbs just in case things went south, which they’d done within the past hour.
When Mark Castallack sees his longed-for inheritance Penmarric, a gothic mansion on the bleak cliffs of Cornwall, and the mysterious, mesmerizing Janna, he knows that he will make them his and nothing will stand in his way. Yet when Mark realizes his dreams, Penmarric brings only conflict, jealousy, infidelity, and betrayal…
Spanning the Victorian era to the Second World War, this gripping story of one man and his two feuding families chronicles the tempestuous clashes between warring sons, wives, and mistresses, and between a house divided against itself.
Hey love and a happy new month to you. Here we stand at the end as well as the beginning of things and I dare say, there is much to be expected and no small measure of things to be grateful for, so grab that mop because your boy is about to spill the tea.
Inside were musty old rooms stripped of all but dusty old books, peeling paint, and treasures under stretching old iron roof sheets baking in the African sun. But it was home and it had been for ages. It kept me away from them, away from those that hung by the rafters, building their hollow nests to impregnate my kingdom with their venomous spawn.
Hey Loves. Air hugs to all of y’all. It’s my birthday month darlings and I am exciteeeeeeed. It’s been full, it’s been good and I just wanted to dish out all the awesomeness with y’all lovelies as always. It’s great to have you around. Okay, let’s get to it.